Lyiana had never been the type of person to leave a place so suddenly, especially when that place was like a home to her. That is what Bree had been to her, for despite its' rough outward appearance, the small town had its' charms. The people were interesting-albeit strange-for once you got to know them, they showed themselves to be reasonably honorable and full of laughter, although sometimes that laughter was usually directed at the authority figures and rich people in town. It was a good thing then that she wasn't bursting with money, and it was even better that she wasn't a guard or anything like that- for in her years of living there, she had found good, solid friendships and made good connections. So yes, it would have been a pain to live with them if she was those things, for it would make leaving the town that much more celebrated. But alas, she was not rich in money, but in memories and friendships, thereby making her move all the more painful.<br/><br/>A sigh escaped the half-elf's lips as she recalled these fond memories of her home, but she kept her dark eyes steady on the road ahead, forcing her mind out of its' state of self-pity. She could not allow herself to dwell on the past, but instead she had to keep her mind focused on the task at hand. She would travel on the East-West Road until she came to the glorious and hidden city of Rivendell; once she reached the city, she would seek out the Lord Elrond, and other wise elves to teach her the art of healing and perhaps even magic. But she was thinking too far ahead of herself.<br/><br/>Her goal for the day was to cross over The Last Bridge and then make a camp for the night; then she would only be one day away from reaching the elven city. After she filled her lungs with air, Lyiana picked up her pace and walked in relative silence, stopping only when absolutely necessary, and never straying too far from the main road. This was something that she had learned on her own accord and much to her dismay. Her right hand flexed in impulse as her memory played back the attack on her and her kinsmen as they traveled in the mountains near Fangorn Forest.  She shook her head quickly and forced herself to observe her surroundings before her.<br/>On either sides of her was lush greenery and abundant wildlife, while ahead lie the simple dirt road, wide enough for two carts to pass each other on the road....Lyiana paused for a moment as a faint noise of wood breaking, swords clashing, clamor then....nothing.  Her delicate brows pulled together in concern before gripping her staff more firmly in her hand and taking off, running down the dirt road.<br/><br/>After about 30 minutes of pushing herself in a hard, fast run, Lyiana saw what she had feared, but would never have admitted to herself. Just before crossing The Last Bridge, a cart had been ambushed and overturned; all of the items that were inside the cart were strewn all over, as were it's occupants. Lyiana slowed her pace down to catch her breath as she approached the cart. Her eyes closed for a moment as she whispered a prayer of mourning for the men who lay in a thick pool of their own blood.  Her eyes opened again suddenly as she heart the faint sound of a breath and it was coming from a dwarf who lay under one of the wheels.<br/>"Good heavens!" Her voice was full of concern and hope for this survivor; with great strides, Lyiana was by the dwarf's side in no time, and she quickly pushed the wheel off of him and carefully slid him out of harms way.<br/><br/>"Sir. Sir?" Lyiana's voice was firm but caring as she began to inspect him and uncover his wounds. He had a few shallow cuts on his arms and hands, but the worst was the wound in his side, and it looked like he was loosing a lot of blood.<br/>With an exhale, Lyiana quickly removed his tunic and vest to reveal a deep stab wound on his abdomen; upon further inspection, the sword appeared to have entered from his back.<br/>All of her training instantly took over, and she put her staff down next to her as she pulled out clean strips of cloth and a few bottles of dried herbs as well as a bone needle and thread. She pressed the cloth on either side of him in an attempt to stop the blood flow, and thankfully within a few minutes, it had slowed to a dull drip, however, it began to flow fast again, even after applying kingsfoil to his wounds. It had not even reached 10 minutes before she knew that he was beyond her help.<br/>She needed to get him to Rivendell, and fast.<br/><br/>There were no horses around, for they had either run off, or had been taken by the bandits who attacked these poor men; not knowing what else to do, Lyiana grabbed the dwarf by his waist and hauled him over her shoulder before beginning her jog down the East-West Road towards Rivendell.