Elena's golden dust drifted through the Wailing Peaks in search of the others.
It grew difficult the further in she went as the wails that had earned the Mountain its name left her disoriented, barely able to maintain her current state.
Of course, her desire to save the others allowed her to maintain a singular focus, careful not to alert the banshees to her presence.
Unfortunately for her, that was easier said than done.
A series of bizarre cries rang out at that moment like a sort of alarm, causing her to discard her dust form for a physical state to better take on what was coming.
However, surprisingly, instead of the banshees, it was Arwen who came to welcome her.
"Arwen," Elena muttered softly as she prepared for any eventualities.
Arwen managed a smile as she remarked. "Did you think you could sneak in here without getting caught?"
"Maybe, maybe not," Elena replied. "What have you done to the others?"
