Feanaro openend his eyes, and couldn't see a armstretch in front of him, a dense fog has embedded the corridor in sad mood, Feanaros clothes were damp and very unconfortable. Slowly he stood up but still managed to hit the rock wall that hangs over his sleeping place with the back of his head. He mumbled something that sounded like a curse while picking up his bag with one hand and the other on the back of his head feeling for blood. His hear was also damp so he couldn't tell if he was bleeding by touch, looking at his hand he saw no blood and sighed.
He walked for hours in this bald repetive landscape, altering slopes and corridors, then around noon the fog began to clear and a very blue sky appeared, the sun was in his back and emited more than enough heat to dry his clothes, he never toughed it would be this hot since he entered the mountains but the suprise was most welcome. On a small boulder he seated and ate some of the allready hard and tasteless bread, nonetheless it gave him some more energy to continue,luckely the sun was their to augment his pace and he hiked almost twice the distance he did that morning. At dusk his energy was almost depleated when he struggled over a steep rocky slope where only some carved steps indicated he was still on the same path. Almost to tired to continue his eyes reached the top of the slope and the last seconds of the setting sun revealed a lake with its orange reflection. This sight filled him with hope for etable food and energy, with a fast pace he walked downhill, jumping over obstacles and fell down on his knees just at the shore of the lake. His synical but joyfull luaghter echoed and even seemed to ripple the water. He drank and drank from the lake that tasted so pure for several minutes, it cleansed his body and he felt better as he had felt in weeks.
He stood up to scout for a bush, an animal, fish whatever he could eat. Believing a lake like this should definatly attract any kind of life. And right he was a 2 hundred meters from his position a small rabbit seemed to be knibbling on something growing at the side of the lake, he took his homemade slingshot out of his back left the bag on the ground and sneaked towards the rabbit, when he was only 20-25 meters away the rabbit didn't seem to have noticed Feanaro. Feanaro grabbed a rock the size of an egg laying beside his feet aimed and shot it at the rabbit but missed by a hair. He tought he could forget this meal by this miss, the rabbit jumped away just a little distance and continued eating from another bush. Clearly to rabbit didn't expect any threats here, so Feanaro took another shot and didn't miss, but hit the poor animal right between the eyes and it stood there for 2 second before falling over.
Feanaro had finnaly found a decent meal in weeks, he took the rabbit and went to search some dry wood under the bushes he found several dried twigs and leaves, enough to start a fire. He went back to his bag with the rabbit over his shoulder and the twigs and leaves in a small ag made with the front of his shirt. He went to find a place shielded from the wind and found that behind a sharp rock that looked like a sabertooth that pierced the earth. He succesfully made a fire and started roasting the rabbit. By now the sky has lost all it's light and the fire casted some small reflections on the lake. Feanaro wrote some more in his diary, followed by resting for an hour back against the rock staring at the fire and the rabit on it. Then finnaly the rabbit was cooked well and eaten with great enjoyment. He should have saved some but it tasted to good, he promised himself he would hunt for more rabbits tomorrow, as obviously this one wouldn't live here alone.
With his stomach filled he fell fast asleep.
