I was thoroughly sick of the jungle. It seemed the last time I had slept in a bed was lost from my mind and no matter what I did I was perpetually damp. I sat through my watch disconsolately, passing the time by randomly setting mosquitos on fire when they darted too close to me. It was more magical effort than I usually could be bothered putting forth, but apparently recent events had bought on another attack of the I-really-should-practices.

At first I thought the glimmer was simply the reflection of one of my little pyrotechnic displays, perhaps on a particularly shiny or wet leaf but as I peered closer I realised this was not the case. I leaned over and shook Beren, it was close enough to the time to change watch that even if it was a false alarm it wouldn't matter. Characteristically he didn't stir. I shook harder and he snorted but didn't wake. Rolling my eyes I stood up and kicked him hard in the ribs. Beren's eyes snapped upon and I knelt down as though I had been gently shaking him awake.

"Ow.... what.. what is it?" he asked as he registered my presence.

"I see something out there... or I think I do," I whispered, pointing in the direction of the glimmer.