This was where we left off...I have the pages posted so you can go back and keep going back to wherever you want to without going through all of the pages...
"Easy there." Turgon said as a frightened young elf ran into him. "Where you be off to so fast me lady?"
Echo looked up with embarrassment and fear at the tall elf lord.
She struggled to combat her inner rage and fear, for as of 10 minutes ago she no longer trusted him nor anyone else in this city.
"Oh, nowhere me lord, I was going down to the stables to see my horse and perhaps to get a bit of air." She said, malice glinting in her eyes.
Turgon wondered at what she had too be so frightened.
"You do know that you are meeting the King in less than half an hour ."
"Wasn't that supposed to be two hours ago?" Echo asked.
"I dared not disturb your rest, so the King agreed to see you latrer. If you would come with me please." As Turgon held out his hand Echo unsheathed her sword and attacked.
Amrunelen had left Queen Nimrodel to go about her business in the citadel. She decided to go pay the newcomer a visit. It was a beautiful sunny day, a complete contrast to the dark terror they faced only a couple of few days ago.
She walked throught the now bustling streets. People were going about their everyday business once again and some were set to the task of restoring any damaged parts of the city. She could see the small building ,where Echo was being housed, a short distance ahead of her. There were two people standing near the doorway.
As Amruneen came even nearer, she recognized one to be Lord Turgon and the other to be Echo. She was attacking him. Amrunelen drew her elven blade that hung at her side and ran over. She pointed it at Echo, putting the blade close but not too close to her as to injure her, right as Echo was about to make a stab at Turgon.
"What is going on here?!?"
Just as quickly as Amrunelen had her knife pointing towards Echo, Echo had turned on her with the sword, aiming at her heart. She kept her eyes on Turgon, but soon glanced over at Amrunelen. The sword Echo held shook in her hand. "You try to ambush me?" she asked. Hatred seemed to burn in her eyes. She thought angrily of how someone her mother had worked with would turn on her like fiends.
"Ambush you?" Amrunelen puzzled. Turgon looked just as confused. "You think we tried to ambush you?" Echo narrowed her eyes, but did not answer.
"Echo," said Turgon, "did someone attempt to attack you?" Echo nodded numbly. She lowered her sword, feeling a bit foolish. She should have thought better of those who had trusted their lives with Brighteyes and her life with them.
"It was a man," Echo recalled slowly. She returned her sword to its sheath, and lowered her eyes, refusing to make eye contact with neither Turgon nor Amrunelen. "He told me you were waiting for me," she added, glacing at Turgon with questioning.
Turgon tilted his head to one side. "What did he look like?"
Echo shrugged. "Rough face. He had quite a dark face, actually. I suppose he may have been in his late twenties," she replied. "After all, he wasn't an elf," she added slyly. Amrunelen smiled, but Turgon had put on a stern face.
"And he told you I was waiting for you, so I imagine he told you to come with him..." Turgon said.
"Yes," Echo said without hesitation. A frown had appeared on her face.
"Interesting..." Turgon mumbled. He turned to Amrunelen. "What do you think of it, milady?"
Amrunelen shook her head. "My guess is as good as yours, my friend," she replied.
"You cannot tell me you were at peace with every village around you!" Echo exclaimed. It was not hard to tell she had become very upset by this incident and was not about to let it go.
Turgon put out his hands and lowered them up and down twice as if he could cool her.
"Honestly, I did not know any villages around opposed us," said Amrunelen, breaking from a deep thought.
Turgon glanced at Echo quickly, then back to Amrunelen. "Er-well...I suppose there may be one village that did not go over well with the knowledge of Brighteyes working with us," he said a bit nervously. His eyes turned onto Echo, and he watched her closely for any reaction. He knew his own kind well, but Echo and Brighteyes had been quite different.
Amrunelen shot him a look. "How do you mean?" she snapped. Turgon looked her straight in the eye.
"A long time ago, a village turned to corrupt ways. They slaughtered their own children for reasons that are still unknown. They brought men and women, elves and she-elves, to their village where they sought to torture them for, I assume, amusement. The screams of others seemed to delight them in obscene ways. Most of them hated elves, so it was even more delightful for them to bring home elves to burn at the stake at festivals. Well, naturally, elves began to hide from everyone's view. They did not want to be seen by any man, for their hearts could no longer trust one. Eventually, a small army of elves was formed by a leader who remains a mystery to this day. Among this army was Brighteyes," Turgon paused. He looked up at the sky, and continued, "This army of elves made their way to this village, which I decline to name, and it was decided that this village would either be forced to put an end to their corrupt ways or be destroyed. Some of the villagers fought back as the army came into their village. The army burnt homes, took children away from their parents, and killed those who were the ones behind the Festival of Fire, which was the festival where the burning of elves took place every year. At first, the village contained at least three hundred men, women, and children. After the army left, the total was down to one hundred and nintey-three. Someone took the time to count. There were mostly women and children left, and the village soon thrived to live on what they had left."
Turgon paused again, taking a deep breath, which was more of a sigh full of sorrow, then went on, "The greatest of those elves in the battle was Brighteyes. She killed at least one hundred men alone, but mind you, there were only fifty elves in the army, and many of them were burning homes or saving the elves who had been held hostage there for the next Festival of Fire. Brighteyes would shout as she went along, it was rumored. She would say things such as 'The blood you shed will be remembered as a great day for us all' or 'I kill by numbers, but you murder by elves' which is a bit of a mystery to some of us by what she meant. She always carved her name on the sides of homes and placed pieces of parchments under doorways of homes that were not burnt that read 'You are no friend of the elves.-Brighteyes-' Her name went around that village for many years, and even still, it is remembered by many and told by many. She may be famous among them, but she is not exactly admired." Turgon finished. He looked at Amrunelen to see what she had thought, then he shifted his eyes onto Echo.
Echo looked almost taken aback, then mumbled something under her breath. Turgon continued to stare at her, but only until she snapped her eyes in his direction did he look away as if ashamed he had told her such a story. "My mother was an honorable Elf," she said angrily.
"I know she was, Echo, I was only telling you why there may be a village that is unsettled about the idea of Brighteyes or even her daughter running about with us," Turgon explained sadly. He looked at Amrunelen for support.
Seeing his gaze, Amrunelen said, "It may not be safe for word to get around. We may not be able to stay in one place for too long...there are those who talk..." She stopped and looked away off to the south where many villages lay.
Echo put on an expressionless face. "Where am I supposed to go?" she asked looking from Amrunelen to Turgon.
Turgon looked at her with questioning eyes. "Echo, you do not go alone. There will be many others with you."
"That will attract attention. Attention that we do not need," she replied dryly. Turgon nodded, but said,
"We will be swift. I have traveled with many before...including Brighteyes...there was rarely a problem to be delt with." Echo looked as if she did not believe him, but kept silent.