It was spring, or was it. The air was crisp, it always was in the mountains but it was crisper than usual for this time of year, the snows still lingered though young grass shots were beginning to shoot through the thawing soil. Green buds were starting to decorate the few deciduous trees in the valley, for of course most were the hardy ever greens which dominated this land. Luthien stood and took in a great lungful of air. The cold air hit her lungs and she felt slightly more rejuvenated, she stared at the river in front of her and sighed. She had just left the side of a Soquili which had been brought down from the mountain side, they had fallen and broken their leg, which was usually a standard injury around here, but it was a severe break and the bone had broken the flesh. Now days later infection had set in, even after the bone had been reset, some dirt must of gotten inside the leg, causing the wound to fester. The infection had spread and the Soquili was now feverish, the point where dressing the leg with balms had passed, the leg tissue was beginning to rot, their was little any of the resident healers of Imladris could do.
The loss of life pained Luthien, she often wondered why Soquili ventured so far into these mountains, what was there to gain when there was so much at risk? She walked towards the river and stepped down from the bank into the icy waters. The young river, up this high in the mountains, wasn't that deep, though deep enough that she stood to her knees in the crystal clear liquid. She looked down, the water was totally transparent, she could see the rounded pebbles beneath the water, she watched though as the water turned slightly discoloured as dirt washed from her long fetlocks. The cold was biting now and feeling refreshed from the grim she'd picked up walking around from the day she climbed out. She needed to be rid of the sadness that had settled upon her since treating the dying Soquili and there was only one way she knew how to do that.
The light about her shimmered and morphed, she took to her human form. She only took this form when she needed to treat wounded Soquili that needed intricate work, she stitched wounds often in human form; fingers allowed for the needlework. The only other time was to sing, singing in her Soquili form was nice enough, but the range she could get with a human throat was far greater and far more satisfying. She walked to a tree, far older than herself, though younger than the mountains, she placed her hands palms facing away from her in the small of her back and then lent up against the tree, her palms resting upon the bark. She looked down over the rolling valley floor between the mountains which over shadowed Imladris and began to sing, losing herself.
