I lár an gheimhridh, bhí brat bán sneachta ag clúdach Foraoise Gleann Dá Loch.

In the middle of winter, a white blanket of snow covered Foraoise Gleann Dá Loch.

Tá an áit sa tírraon seo dorcha agus mistéireach.

This place in the terrain is dark and mysterious.

Bhí Siobhán agus Cormac, a deartháir, ag pleanáil turas speisialta don Bhliain Nua.

Siobhán and Cormac, her brother, were planning a special trip for the New Year.

Bhí siad ag tnúth le faoiseamh ó sceitiminí na cathrach, agus bhí Cormac ag tnúth le scéalta uaithi sin faoin dúlra.

They were looking forward to relief from the city's hustle, and Cormac was eager for stories from her about nature.

Bhí sliocht an tsneachta faoi na bróga siúil acu.

The snow crunched under their walking shoes.

Gluaiseacht an bheirt acu a bhí cúramach, go háirithe Siobhán.

Their movements were careful, especially Siobhán.

Bhí sí iontach cúramach mar bhí a fhios aici cé chomh achar iargúlta a bhí an foraois.

She was particularly cautious because she knew how remote the forest was.

Ach, bhí Cormac bainte leis an eachtra agus d’imigh sé ar shiúl ón gcosán.

However, Cormac was caught up in the adventure and wandered off the path.

"Is anseo atá an spraoi!

"This is where the fun is!"

" a dúirt Cormac go mór.

said Cormac enthusiastically.

Níor chreid Siobhán an náire a tháinig �ir, ach d’oscail sí a croí ag iarraidh air teacht ar ais.

Siobhán was taken aback but opened her heart, urging him to come back.

Lean sí é go drogallach isteach sna coillte.

Reluctantly, she followed him into the woods.

Tar éis cuid mhaith ama, bhí an t-éadach orthu uileanta leis an fhuacht.

After quite some time, they were both feeling the cold deeply.

Thosaigh Siobhán ag mothú fuar ar fad.

Siobhán started to feel very cold.

Bhí sí ag croitheadh agus bhí a tuiscint ag éirí doiléir.

She was shivering, and her senses were becoming blurred.

Cás iad sáinnithe i lár na foraoise gan treoracha, d’aimsigh Ronan, treoir ar an áit.

Stuck in the middle of the forest without directions, they encountered Ronan, who knew the area well.

Bhí sé ag scinneadh tríd an gcoill.

He was rushing through the forest.

Fuar sé orthu, iad ar seachrán, agus an gheimhreadh ag éirí níos fíochmhaire.

He found them, lost, with winter becoming fiercer.

"Tá orm cabhrú libh," a dúirt Ronan, le fonn dian agus muiníneach.

"I must help you," said Ronan, with a strong and confident voice.

"Tá bealach gearr eile anseo.

"There's a shorter path here."

"Bhí rogha tromchúiseach os comhair Siobháin.

Siobhán faced a serious choice.

D'fhéach sí ar a deartháir, a bhí ag breathnú siar uirthi, sásta go tapa.

She looked at her brother, who was quickly glancing back at her, eager and hopeful.

"Gheobhaidh tú bás ón bhfuacht dá fhan tú fada," a chuir Ronan í le fios.

"You'll freeze to death if you stay much longer," Ronan warned.

Gan amhras, lean sí chomh fada agus d'éirigh leo bealach a aimsiú.

Without hesitation, she followed, and they managed to find a path.

Bhí an gála láidir agus é ag tarraingt an sneachta go dian.

The wind was strong, pulling the snow intensely.

Siobhán thit ar an talamh, lag a brí.

Siobhán fell to the ground, weakened.

Ghearr sé an croí amach ona súile agus ag an nóiméad seo rinne Cormac clenched a lámh in aice leis an talamh.

Strength left her eyes, and at that moment, Cormac clenched his hand next to the ground.

"Bí laidir!

"Be strong!"

" a scairt sé gan sos.

he shouted without pause.

Ach bhí Ronan ann fós, ag coinniú a flocking faoi chóinneáil.

But Ronan was still there, guiding them steadily.

I gceann tamaill, faoi thúis agus fíochmhaire an choill a nocht an níl ag ísliú gainimh, tháinig siad ar a dtugtar cleasach cosáin anuas.

In a while, under the guidance and harshness of the forest's lowering sands, they found a cleverly hidden path below.

Ghlaoigh ceann Ciúbán, onóir Ronan mar baint.

Ronan received honor as a guide.

Bhí Siobhán ag baint suaimhneas le cupán tae te ina broiste.

Siobhán found comfort with a warm cup of tea in her hands.

Bhí Ronan ina sheasamh, dá maitheas le haghaidh a tháinig tráthúil foirfe.

Ronan stood there, for his timely and perfect assistance.

"D’fhéadfadh sé bheith níos measa," a chreid sí oiread Siobháin.

"It could have been worse," Siobhán believed fully.

Glúig air tugann bealach aon rud léi an laochra teachta an lae sin.

As they continued, the encounter with that day's hero left an indelible mark.

Níor fhág a trú humhal sa cheo thart timpeall air, bhí geall bainte amach aige le fonn iontach.

Even though humility surrounded him in the mist, he had achieved his aim with great enthusiasm.

Bhain Siobhán sult as thúis a foghlaim, is dócha le haghaidh sin shábh iochtaí ón bhfuacht is ón scaoll.

Siobhán enjoyed learning that day, likely saving insights from the cold and panic.

Bhí Cormac stuama ón ngníomh sin comh maith.

Cormac was equally humbled by the experience.

Agus mar sin, tá Siobhán agus Cormac slán sábháilte, breá buíoch do Ronan.

And so, Siobhán and Cormac are safe and sound, deeply grateful to Ronan.

D’fhoghlaim siad beirt le chéile faoina thábhacht a bhaineann le bheith á choinneáil muiníneach sa nádúr dochúil.

They both learned about the importance of remaining confident in the daunting wilderness.

Bhí sos sa choill, agus casadh mar a bhí sprioc iad ainneoin an dainséar.

There was peace in the forest, and a twist as they weathered the danger.

In remained réim, léargasíodh iad ar a chéile na teachtaireachtaí agus cairdeas tiomanta nua.

They got insight into their shared messages and committed friendships anew.