Blothir ran as fast as he could as the company chased him down. He fired shots at them and ran through the thick forests. He grabbed the leaves potion whatever he saw on the way and ran away. He ran towards the end of the forest, and ate the potion whenever his vision was going bleak. The bullets never stopped coming his way. And some of them even hit him. And as his blood dripped on the leaves, some of them turned to a different color. He ate them without thinking for what it was. And what happened was that his health was being regained. He went searching for the healing herbs in the forest. For some time, the bullets never came and there was silence, as he scourged the forests for herbs that gave vision and health.
Aramir woke up in a small settlement it would look like. There was moonlight there and the vision was certainly better than in the dense forests. What brings you here to the lightless forests? the dwarves asked him. We were robbed! replied Aramir. And he feared the worst when he said it, that it could be one of them that robbed him. Must be the thugs again! they said between themselves. Aramir was relieved that it was another lot that had robbed them, but still fear took hold of him. What were you carrying? they asked him. I do not know, replied Aramir. And your friend? why were you shooting him, asked the chief dwarf. That was nothing, he replied trying not to slip away any details. The chief looked at him for a while and decided to lock him up. He is our prisoner now! he said and walked away. Aramir had accepted his fate.