Y/n followed the group all night, never gaining but never loosing sight of them. Her arms shook violently and threatened to give out with every push. Dark circles pooled under her eyes and she gripped her poll with a vengeance, in fear it might slip through her fingers.
The sun burst from the horizon just as the company reached the other side of the great lake. They abandoned their boat on the rocky beach and entered the sparse, bolder ridden, forest. Y/n’s boat shored long after the company was out of sight. She hopped out of her dinghy into the shallows. She grabbed her weapon and walked up onto dry land. Y/n dug into her pockets, pulled out her shoes, and slipped them on. She looked down to the ground and spotted the very distinctive tracks of thirteen dwarves and a hobbit. The girl smirked and forced herself into a light jog, carefully tracing their tracks.
Y/n was no tracker; she’d never even tried. In all honesty, Y/n wouldn’t have been able to follow the compan