The Hunted

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Postby Lanuviel » Sat Jun 28, 2003 8:03 am

<i>Everything was as it should be. The trees were waving in the breeze, their lush green leaves rustling against one another as if waving a greeting. The dappled sunlight was cast across the floor of the forest, highlighting the mast below in patched of light brown against the darkness of least year's leaves. The weather that morn was fine, chilly and cloudless, the cold present within the strengthening wind carrying the whisper of a hard winter to follow. Below the treeline, a dark line of clouds only slightly above the horizon indicated the weather front moving in. By nightfall, the approaching storm would encroach upon the territory of Mirkwood.<BR><BR>Upon the wooden platform on which she sat, the Elven woman on guard shifted listlessly in her position. She folded one leg under the other, the knee of the latter drawn up to her chin as her head rested in a cupped hand. She wore warm, elven-woven clothing in the foresty greens that enabled her to remain unseen within the cover of the trees. Both she and her fellows had been on guard since dawn that morning, and were planning to do so for the next few hours at least. <BR><BR>They were the most skilled trackers, hunters and guards available at such short notice, and were chosen and called for quickly after the council had been called. Now, they had to sit and watch for visitors - whether they were tresspassers or visitors, evil or otherwise. Then they had to deter them from entering the forest proper.<BR><BR>The council of the Elders had been called at very, very short notice, the guards involved only actually told about it half and hour before they were put on watch. They wouldn't say why they were to guard against visitors, just that none were to be admitted.<BR><BR>Sighing, Lanuviel Moranneg removed her hand from her chin long enough to brush a strand of red hair from her eyes, before returning it to its former place. Her bright, cleer hazel eyes gazed out from the platform she was sat upon, scanning the mass of undergrowth repeatedly. Her mind tried to recall what the leader of the Mirkwood home guard had told her before they had left - he had whispered that it had had something to do with the attacks recently.<BR><BR>Frowning, the Home Guard captain recalled what had started this rushed council meeting in the first place. A spate of vicious, unprovoked attacks by an unknown enemy, killing up to five Elves at a time as they scouted the areas beyond Mirkwood, as normal. Since then, reports had started arriving from breathless messengers, detailing the gruesome deaths of travellers on the road.<BR><BR>That was a month ago, and the killings had not stopped.<BR><BR>Now, an official from Lórien, Rivendell and Rohan had arrived to join the council, talking heatedly with Thranduil about what was to be done. Travellers from the Rohirrim had been among the victims, and their King was angered by Mirkwood's apparent failure to take the matter in hand. Now, an extreme type of diplomacy had to be deployed in order to ensure that such a disagreement couldn't become out of hand, and resort to violence.<BR><BR>Sighing, Lanuviel was on the verge of re-thinking again the possible motives of such attacks (a well-worn track, as it had been dwelled upon many times over the past few hours), when a look from an Elf a hundred metres to her right caught her eye. His own blue eyes flicked downwards to the trail passing beneath them, and he looked up again at his captain, unsure. Pricking her ears, Lanuviel caught immediately the sound of leaves rustling - many leaves, by the sound of it. Looking back to the guard on her left, she motioned for him to stand down. They were to wait, and see what it was before anything else happened. <BR><BR>The sound drew nearer, and most of the Elves positioned upon their flets between one and two hundred metres apart could hear it as it approached. Immediately they tensed, remaining absolutely silent and perfectly still as their eyes flicked anxiously towards the flet upon which their squad leader was positioned, and down to the place from which the rustling was emanating.<BR><BR>Just a little closer...
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Postby Arwen902 » Sat Jun 28, 2003 12:26 pm

<BR><i>In the bushes below, a seemingly young girl threw out a cut and bruised hand against a tree to stabalise herself as she staggered and nearly fell. She swore loudly and gasped in pain as her full weight fell on her injured leg. Though she didn't look much older than eighteen, the girl was actually nearly twenty-one years old and fully armed, suggesting that she could look after herself.<BR><BR>Drina was a ranger. She travelled sometimes with the rangers of Ithilien but more often preferred to be alone. Tall, strong and skilled in combat she was perfectly capable of protecting herself against orcs or goblins but what she had fought in the early hours of that morning had been no goblin or orc.<BR><BR>There was a dark bruise along her jaw and a gash across her forehead. Her right hand still held her sword while her left hand tried to support more than two broken ribs. Through a rip in the sleeve of her grey shirt a bloody wound was visible from her shoulder to her elbow and a bloodstain was quickly staining the right leg of her trousers.<BR><BR>Leaning against the tree she tried to catch her breath. Closing her eyes Drina willed herself to be calm. Once she managed to slow her breathing she sheathed her sword and peeled back the material to check the wound on her arm. The cut was long and bleeding a lot but not very deep. One-handed she ripped a strip of material from her already torn cloak and bound it around her arm to stop her losing too much blood.<BR><BR>Drina gazed arounnd into the bushes at either side of her, wondering why she hadn't met anyone yet. She had never been to Mirkwood before and didn't know what to expect. She had met elves before but they had been from Rivendell, where they had placed guards on foot far away from the main halls, and she knew the two places were very different. <BR><BR>Drina remembered the half-elven girl she had met on the streets of Gondor, Tish. Drina knew none of the elves here could be anything like her, for Tishara had been a theif and a liar. The only other elf Drina could remember being close to was Dahlia, but she had been worse than the street girl.<BR><BR>Shaking her head slightly and wondering why she was remembering these people now, Drina felt a suddendread that she knew why she hadn't met anyone yet. She raised her head to look into the trees above her only to find herself staring at a bow that was aimed at her throat.</i>
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Postby Lanuviel » Sun Jun 29, 2003 8:36 am

<i>Lanuviel had commanded her soldiers to aim their bows as soon as Drina had staggered within firing range, waiting for the young woman to notice before doing anything else. Almost instantly her eyes had taken in the state of the traveller, before scouring her form for anything that may prove suspicious.</i><BR><BR>"You are now within the boundary of Mirkwood." <i>Lanuviel called, her smooth Elven tones echoing in the near-silence as the storm approached.</i> "This is our territory now."<BR><BR><i>The young woman had frozen as soon as she had seen the bow, but was evidently listening intently. She was bleeding and bruised from many wounds on her body, and was clearly in pain. While one of her guards called down, asking what her business was here, Lanuviel in turn slipped from the flet, reaching the forest floor silently and walking on feet equally as silent as the forest in which she stood over to Drina. When she spoke next, it was in Common - she was not sure if the young woman had understood the Elvish she had been speaking, or if, even if she did know the language, she was well enough to be able to translate it anyway.</i><BR><BR>"We are the sentries of this wood, and therefore before we can let you pass and give you aid we <b>must</b> know who you are, and what business you have here."<BR><BR><i>As she waited for the young woman to weigh up the choices, Lanuviel watched her, staring intently at her so she would spot any sign of deceit or ill-intentions. The light ran over the newcomer in patches, showing up in places the horrific wounds she had obtained. Briefly, Lanuviel found herself wondering what could have happened to ensure that she left with such injuries.<BR><BR>Something else caught her hearing just then, and she moved behind the cover of a large oak, taking the girl with her. Warning her with a hand gesture to stay there, Lanuviel signalled down two of her guards to come to the ground and split - one with her, one to ensure he got the appropriate details from the girl. Abruptly it became very clear what the noise was, and the guard with Lanuviel offered her a look of complete and utter dispair - one she returned with earnest.<BR><BR>Travellers.<BR><BR>Normally a delight to have in their lands, lately the Mirkwood sentries had been finding out for themselves how irritating it was to have nobles from other lands venture to their territory, intent upon personally speaking to the king about the killings. Every time the guards had had to refuse them, and every time the Home Guard had been forced to take verbal disputes about social standing.<BR><BR>Now was one such time, and every Elven guard within hearing range could be heard sighing a long, low, collective sigh. Bracing herself, she let the soldier beside halt the pair of nobles on horseback - two men, richly clothed and perfectly-spoken - and ask them about their business. They replied that, as the relatives of a traveller killed while travelling towards Mirkwood, they had a right to demand Thranduil to take action, and therefore must be admitted. <BR><BR>Once again, the Elven soldier had to inform them that as a precaution, and to protect the other Elves and Men while they held council further inside, none without prior permission could be admitted. As if on cue, the larger of the two demanded to see his captain, vaguely surprised to see no sign of fear of upset on the face of the Elf who had refused admission. <BR><BR>Signing for two further Elven guards to keep an eye on the injured young woman, Lanuviel stepped forwards, forbidding in dark green clothing enbroidered with vines along her boots and lapels of her jacket, the silver of her tunic showing underneath. Her hair was loose around her back, the russet-colour standing out against the leaves which were finally beginning to turn from green to reds and browns. Her sharp hazel eyes watched the pair, raising an eyebrow while the other noble attempted to administer his barrage of demands to her, re-iterating his wish to see the person in charge.</i><BR><BR>"I am the captain of this regiment, traveller." <i>Lanuviel cut in, slicing neatly through his words with a tone of iron. He looked at her silently for a moment, and the eyebrow of the Elfess remained raised, as if daring him to say what he must have been thinking. He decided against it - it may have been the elven-wrought sword strapped to her back that made the vital difference - and instead repeated his demands to be let in.</i><BR><BR>"I cannot let you proceed any further." <i>Lanuviel commented, watching the pair carefully. When they made to argue once again, she interrupted them.</i> "I trust there will be no trouble - we would rather not have to escort you from our boundaries." <i>She said dryly, motioning upwards - the nobles followed the motion of her hand with their eyes to find out, as Drina did, that they were being sighted with several efficient-looking longbows.<BR><BR>Grumbling, they had admitted defeat and turned away, Lanuviel remaining where she stoodfor a moment to ensure that they left properly. When they were once again along with the girl, the captain turned to oversee the conversation between her guard and the injured young woman. Hopefully she would simply be looking for help, and they could treat her and send her on her way... and yet the entent of her injuries may mean that she would have to be taken through to the city, after all.</i>
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Postby Arwen902 » Tue Jul 01, 2003 1:37 pm

<BR><i>After the elves descended from the tree Drina sighed, relieved. At least if that thing came back now they would have a better chance against it. Drina tried to force herself to concentrate on the leader who had spoken to her but the throbbing pain in her head was making rational thought hard.</i><BR><BR>We are the sentries of this wood, and therefore before we can let you pass and give you aid we must know who you are, and what business you have here.<BR><BR><i>Drina was about to answer but the leader was called away to deal with a pair of noblemen wishing to see Lord Thranduil and the young ranger was left with three strong looking elves. Raising an eyebrow and smiling weakly Drina realised the leader had left them to guard her.<BR><BR>She swayed slightly and the tall elf in front of her caught her injured arm, looking concerned. She managed another weak smile at him but waited for Lanuviel to come back before attempting to talk,</i><BR><BR>My name is Drina, I am a ranger from Gondor. I was sent by Lord Denethor to in an attempt to find out about the nature of these attacks and whether Lord Thranduil would welcome Lord Denethor's assistance. I found out about the nature of these attacks myself however so that is one less question that needs answering.<BR><BR><i>Drina almost laughed at the irony of the situation but instead she hissed in pain, coughing uncontrollably and pulled her arm tighter around her ribs, it hurt too much to laugh.</i>
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Postby Sakura_the_wanderer » Wed Jul 02, 2003 12:34 pm

"Well,well,well if it isn't Drina how nice to see an old friend. what happened to you?" Sakura said looking down at the women named Drina.<BR>Sakura had long brown hair with red streaks that went down to her knees.she had bright green eyes so bright that if it were pitch black they would still be seen. she wore a blue spagetti strap shirt and a black skirt.<BR><BR>Sakura walked up to the injured girl.Sakura then sat down in front of Drina and set down her bow and arrows. she took out a sack filled with what seemed to be herbs, healing herbs." is it alright if i tend to her wounds" Sakura asked one of the guards. He shrugged. "Well i guess you'll have to wait for the leader.
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Wed Jul 02, 2003 7:31 pm

(ooc: ok this post is huge, it surprised even me when I wrote it, but I think its cool ^_^ enjoy!)<BR><BR><BR>Rothfallin hardly breathed as he felt the bark of the tree underneath him. He was part of that bark, part of the tree; he could almost feel his blood slow with his heart as if it were sap. His cloak’s hood was up and covered him completely from head to foot, the excess flowing naturally around the tree’s trunk. He was one with the trunk an extension of its body.<BR><BR>Faintly he could hear the gently shifting of leaves and mosses under the careful tread of light feet. He could feel the gaze of keen eyes as they swept over his body again and again. He could hear the gentle breathing of his pursuer’s just feet away. The danger was exciting, the rush intoxicating. He could hardly keep himself from trembling with the giddy energy that kept bubbling up inside him with the though of how close his enemy’s were. <BR><BR>They were so close now that he could smell them, all they would have to do is reach out and they could touch him. Two of them split to walk around his tree. He did not care if he was discovered the intensity of the wait was thrilling and either way would bring extreme satisfaction. But they did not see him and passed on and he could not decide whether he was disappointed or glad. Glad, he decided, it was best if they did not find him. After all if these few could find him, what if he was found when an army was after him?<BR><BR>Sometimes when he hid himself badly on purpose they would find him. But they were never sure, never sure enough to pincushion him with arrows were he stood. They would always come and touch his cloak to make sure they were not just imagining a trick of the light. The surprise on their face was heavenly. But that was only when he wanted to be found, he never made mistakes, at least none he could remember.<BR><BR>He stood still and listened, his pursuers had past him but he had to be sure there were no stragglers. He listened intently and smelled the air again, drawing it in slowly making no noise. There was no one behind, he was certain. Turning slowly from the tree he brought up his short bow already with an arrow notched. Smoothly he brought it up and sighted on the neck of one of the elves had passed him and now stood carefully searching the area around him for their prey. <BR><BR>There were four elves together, all with arrows notched and ready to shoot. They walked slowly with there back to him mire yards away. They had been searching for him for hours, trying to find him; while he had been hiding against the tree trunk waiting for this moment, waiting for them to come to him this time.<BR><BR>Smoothly he released the bow string and dropped the bow at almost the same instant and with the twang the elves stiffened. Three from the sound, a fourth in death as an arrow took him through the neck. The remaining three spun bring their bows up and fired without hesitation. Rithfallin was ready and almost giggled with delight at finally reaping his reward after patience. He threw himself sideway and three long shafted arrows thudded into the tree were he had stood a moment before.<BR><BR>Already the three elves had arrow half out of their quivers on the way to their bows. Rothfallin bolted to his feet, one hand flashed to his belt to release the catch that held the quiver to it and the other out towards an elf with long white hair. Even before his quiver had hit the ground or his knife had found its target, he was spinning away behind the trunk of the tree that had been his sanctuary.<BR><BR>He felt the air stir as three shafts wined past, and heard the dull thud of his knife sinking into the neck of the elf he had thrown it at. He waited a moment behind the tree, listening for what they would choose to do next. A moment later he heard a large weight hit the ground behind him- that would be the one he killed- and then after a longer pause he heard the faint squeal of steel being drawn. <BR><BR>‘Excellent’ he almost crooned. Of course bows were useless as such close range and two against one was a sure win. He listened intently to the sound of their approaching steps.<BR><BR><i> closer, closer… come to me and be freed of your mortal bodies </i><BR><BR>Eyes closed he could almost feel them as they flanked the tree and then charged around. His eyes shot open and his saber was up in an instant, blocking steel as he ducked to avoid another blade. Leaping he lashed out with his foot at one with black hair like his own and countered another thrust from one with short blond hair. <BR><BR>His toe found the elves chin and forced it up too fast. With a sickening crack the black-haired elf fell to the ground his neck lolling in an unnatural angle. The other thrust again and Rothfallin blocked again. Spinning Rothfallin kicked at the elves blade as it came down again. The lead in his boots struck the broad side of the elf’s sword and berried it deep in the trees trunk, and instant latter he separated the elf’s head from his neck.<BR><BR>Sighing Rothfallin stood still, listening to the woods around him. Nothing disturbed the silence. Quickly he wiped his sword blade on the headless elf’s tunic and sheathed it. Walking around to the other side of the tree he picked up his quiver and re-clipped it to his belt. Picking up his bow he walked over to the elf with the long white hair and pulled his knife loose, wiping the blade on the elf’s tunic.<BR><BR>He sighed again, it was over. It had been fun for him, in a twisted way. He enjoyed killing them, enjoyed it because he was doing for himself and they deserved it. Every elf dead was the tiniest recompense for the injustice he had to suffer. He new back on the road, about two miles east was a merchants cart. He would have lost three arrows today. The merchant and his wife and his four guards now lay dead on the road.<BR><BR>They were innocent he knew, but he had need their shouts and their screams to bring the elves hunting him. Quickly he took out a ball of thin twine and cut four sections. Walking around to each of the elves he cut a lock of hair from their head and tide it and placed them in his pouch. Leaving the arrow in the neck of the one he had shot- he always left the arrows, they were all different anyway- he started back for the road. A ways back down the road from the merchant’s cart he had his horse hidden with his other clothes.<BR><BR>He thought perhaps he would change into his livery and go into Mirkwood again to see what he could learn as man, not a hunter. The elves were not always welcoming to men but as yet they were not hostile and he had visited the Elvin cities enough times so that he was known and even liked by some. He would sit down and drink with some of them and see if he could gather information about the movement of the nobility.<BR><BR>So far he had not risked striking at them, but soon…<BR><BR>***<BR><BR>Four hours later found him breaking brush through a dense portion of the forest heading for what he knew to be an Elven city a few miles further.<BR><BR>Suddenly his ears pricked picked up the sound of voices. He had not expected to come upon elves this far from the city. Quickly he swung down and pulled his bedroll of the back of his saddle. However unlikely the elves were to search him -and even make anything of what they found if they did- it was best to air on the side of caution. Taking his saber from its sheath he cut into the deep loam. Pealing back a layer of it near a trees roots he stuffed his bedroll between the roots and covered it back over.<BR><BR>Then he stood back and observed the tree. He thought he could find it easily enough again. Sheathing his sword and remounting he headed for the voices. A few minutes found him following a recently rough beaten trail that lead towards were the voices still conversed in low tones. He noticed that here and there blood spotted the trail and that baffled him. He wondered if the elves had suddenly become hostile and were now shooting those walking uninvited into their realm. <BR><BR>The voices suddenly stopped as he drew nearer. They undoubtedly had heard his approach and he stepped up his horses stride. He broke through the bushes suddenly into a clear section around the spread of a larger tree’s roots. Quite suddenly two elves stepped from the bushes, a woman holding a bow drawn back and pointing at him, the other supporting another woman.<BR><BR>Rothfallin eyes widened as he suddenly recognized the woman being supported. He realized he was looking surprised and quickly smoothed his features, but the elves undoubtedly thought it was surprise at seeing them step out of the forest.<BR><BR>It was the woman he had happened upon that very morning, or rather they had happened upon each other. He had just finished hiding his horse and his black clothing and had taken a only a few paces into the forest when she had suddenly come striding through the trees towards him. He had tried to hide but she saw him before he could. Seeing him masked and trying to hide she had put two and two together. He had seen realization dawn on her face but he had not given her the chance to react.<BR><BR>He had thrown three knives in the blink of an eye but she had dodged them all, earning only an angry deep cut across her arm for his trouble. She had then drawn steel and he had been forced to fight her hand to hand. She had been good, better than most of the elves he had encountered. He had intended to kill her quickly and then go about his business but she refused to die. He had slashed her a couple times but he had not been able to land any fatal wounds. She had to her credit slashed at his middle and by all rights he should have had a deep wound across his gut had it not been for his armor.<BR><BR>Finally he had found an opening and had stabbed for her middle. With surprising quickness she had slammed the flat of her blade against the hilt of his saber, sending his word point first into a oak fifteen feet away.<BR><BR>Just as quickly he had brought his leg up and kicked the sword from her grasp. It was over shortly after. Her sword had landed a few feet away and she had dived for it. He had grabbed her arm pulling her back and followed with a punch to her jaw, sending her staggering backwards. Without waiting for her to recover he had then lunged and kicked her in the side with lead toed boots. He had felt the bone snap and had followed up with a kick to her head but she had ducked it and thrown herself at her sword again.<BR><BR>Suddenly he heard a bird call off in the distance. Only it had not been a bird, he knew it for a signal from a sentry. Someone had found his horse. The girl had recovered her sword and stood clasping her side. For only a moment he stood there undecided as to whether to finish her or go after his horse. Suddenly she had bolted for the brush.<BR><BR>Cursing he had snatched up his bow and fired an arrow into the bushed were she had disappeared. Faintly he had heard her grunt and something hard hit the ground, but he had not bothered to check for her body. He had rushed back his horse and killed the elf he had found there and his two companions that had arrived a few minutes later.<BR><BR>When he had gone back to see the body of the girl it was gone…<BR><BR>Now standing there supported by the elf, he could see that his arrow had struck her in the leg. It was a pity he had not been able to kill her, but she had not seen his face, except his eyes and neither his horse. He though of killing her now with these two but he was certain there were more sentries about and he was not dressed for killing either. To commit himself here, or anywhere near here, now would be folly.<BR><BR>He swung off his horse and bowed, smiling disarmingly, “Greetings, I am Serin, I am seeking the Elfish city to the west, oh I see you are hurt my lady, may I be of service”…
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Postby Periannath » Wed Jul 02, 2003 9:57 pm

The small hobbit had only just escaped a fall off the past rocky cliff-slide and was rather shaken by it. He really hated Mirkwood, and was even less fond of the elves dwelling in here. If he hadn't been forced to hide in the forest to keep himself from being ripped to shreds earlier, he would have driven clear of the area altogether. But, he knew, the closer he got to elves, the safer he probably was. After all, not much evil bothered the elves in the heart of Mirkwood, right? Right? <BR><BR>His name was Deagol...A timid but curious young hobbit, and had developed a nack for warfare. Though he usually avoided it when possible, he was very skilled with a knife, and knew his enemies' weakpoints. He'd been thinking that perhaps he could rob an elf if he found one alone, or dead. And he'd been seeing a lot of death lately... It seemed the forest had become much more dangerous than he'd known or hoped. Every now and then he'd hear a blood-chilling scream from somewhere off in the distance. <BR><BR>Actually, he really would have rather gotten clear out of Mirkwood by now, if he hadn't gotten himself hopelessly lost. But he really had no choice now but to follow the nearest trail and hope for the best. He lost pretty much all his hopes after seeing a couple dead on the road side a few miles back. Deagol had kept his knife out all the while he was travelling: it seemed the best he could do at the time. <BR><BR>He kept on his guard and really, really wished he wasn't here right now. But after getting out of Mordor, who was he to complain? He just hoped, above all else, that they wouldn't find him again. They would kill him if they found him... Especially after taking that weird black orb from them... The halfling sighed miserably. <i>This is not a good place. </i> <BR><BR>He rubbed his coal-black eyes and pushed the curls of dark hair out of his eyes and kept going. He wore a loose, faded gray sweater-like shirt and green trousers which looked like they had been burned and were ripped, and a glove on one hand to hide the long gash in it. There were bite marks on his arm and pack, from something resembling a wolf attack (he wished they were wolves) and he was dizzy from blood loss where one had gashed his wrist open. He covered it up with a piece of cloth tied over it, but the blook soaked through and was now steadily dripping onto the ground. <i>Leaving a trail of blood in a forbidden forest...sigh</i> <BR><BR>Something told the hobbit he was still being followed, but he ignored it. He had that feeling all the time. Right now the only thing he wanted to concentrate on was finding his way out of here, and avoiding any others on the way, whether elf or orc. His foot caught on an outcropped root and the halfling stumbled and cursed. The root was thorned, and he now had bloody scratches down his leg. He cursed, in the Black speech, of course, which was practically his native tongue, and tried to shake off the pain as he went onward. <BR><BR><i>I wonder what this is for, anyway</i> He thought to himself as he pulled out the black orb form his pack. A Mordorian orb couldn't be anything good. But he relished the thought of having taken something worthwhile from the place without being caught - yet. <i>wonder what it does...</i> But every time he touched it it grew very hot, like it knew what he was and wanted to kill him. And even though Deagol found this fact rather neat, he put off thinking about it until he got out of the forest and away from danger. <BR><BR>He knew that objects of Dark make were dangerously addictive, but powerful. But what if someone tried to rob him because of it? It might very well be his death. The hobbit's small ears suddenly picked up the sound of what he thought were voices, not too far off. <i>Probably elves</i>, he thought, <i>And probably well armed, too.</i> His grip around his knife tightened as he slowed his pace, trying to pick up what the voices were saying. <BR><BR>But as he did approach, the shadow in the back of his mind burned eagerly: he knew something bad would happen soon. But he couldn't stop himself from seeing what it was he was so close to. <i>Maybe I'm close to the Mirkwood Gates...</i> If he was indeed near the elven kingdom, it would also mean he was closer to death.
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Postby Sakura_the_wanderer » Thu Jul 03, 2003 8:22 am

"oh saaski quit whining we'll get it back and we'll find that little hobbit. i hope he won't think that we're on the evil side!" Sakura said patting her loyal wolf on the head.<BR><BR>" i don't know he might think so i mean he wouldn't have looked so frightened now would he have?"Saaski said flicking her two tails.<BR>Sakura had long brown hair with red streaks that went down to her knees.Her eyes were a bright green so bright that if it were pitch black they would glow. she wore a blue spagetti strap shirt and a black skirt. Saaski was snowy white and was not a normal wolf she was almost taller than Sakura who is 6'0.<BR><BR>"Well he must be around somewhere don't you think?"Sakura asked looking all around her." maybe if you draw your sword or get out your bow and an arrow..." " NO Saaski that would only make him want to fight us!" Sakura shouted and interupting Saaski."i'll just have to find him and heal him up."Sakura looked down at her feet.<BR><BR>A bush shook not to far off from Saaski and Sakura." What was that!" Sakura said pulling out her sword." i don't think it was the hobbit unless he became huge and has a huge sword and a big ugly face and looks like an ork!" Saaski said describing the thing. " Saaski i think we're surrounded by orks." Sakura said jumping onto the wolf's back." My thoughts exactly." the wolf whispered and they charged toward the bush.
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Postby Lanuviel » Thu Jul 03, 2003 9:12 am

<i>Lanuviel motioned for the Elfess to her side to lower her bow, and she left Drina in her grip, as she led her further into the woods where supplies could be found to treat her wounds (she had no doubt that the young woman was nothing more than what she had said - which was involved enough, anyway). As the newcomer - part Elf, at least, she guessed - looked at the group, a flash of emotion shrouded his face. Only briefly, mind, and then it was gone, smothered over with the ease acquired by much practice.<BR><BR>Waiting for Drina to be out of sight before she began, Lanuviel surveyed the man stood before her with a critical eye. His features were that of an Elf, the high cheekbones and outwardly handsome looks proving as much. Letting her hazel eyes sweep over him, she took a critical view of everything as she assessed him. The way he carried himself, the way he spoke, walked... all of it. Inside her mind, she sharply came to conclusions - though rash, they may serve as a defence if something was to happen - about his heritage, skills, and the like.<BR><BR>Taking a step forwards, Lanuviel mat his eyes with hers and answered curtly.</i><BR><BR>"She will be just fine with us, Sir - she shall go back to the city with us when our watch is over, and till then we shall treat her wounds according to their seriousness. " <i>Reconsidering her words, and regretting herself for taking her day out on a stranger, she amended her behaviour with a wry grin.</i><BR><BR>"Forgive me, Serin. Today has been a long one so far. My name is Lanuviel Moranneg, caption of this section of the Mirkwood home guard." <i>Sighing, she looked up at him again. How many more people would she have to turn away before the meeting was over, and hospitality could begin again?</i><BR><BR>"I am afraid that there are to be no admissions into our city for the forseeable future, Serin. Therefore, I must ask you to leave our boundaries, and make your way around our land."<BR><BR><i>Her keen eyes studied him for a reaction, waiting to see whether he would remain placid or fune, as many with the demeanour of a noble tended to react. Though her hand never left her side, she became increasingly aware of the weapons underneath her warm winter clothing, her mind locating them for instant retrieval shpould they need to be called upon fast. She watched him watch her, offering his gaze no lies about herself. Omissions, yes - but she did not portray herself as something she wasn't. An Elfess with experience of both fighting and command, adept at fighting and unwilling to trust anyone until they proved they were worth trusting (She didn't trust Drina - but she could do no harm to them, the state she was in).
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Postby Arwen902 » Thu Jul 03, 2003 10:06 am

<BR>Greetings, I am Serin, I am seeking the Elfish city to the west, oh I see you are hurt my lady, may I be of service...<BR><BR><i>Trying to sound gratefull Drina replied quietly and untruthfully,</i><BR><BR>I will survive, thank you.<BR><BR><i>As she said this, he extended a hand to gently touch the dark bruise on her jaw. As soon as his fingers touched her skin she flinched and pulled away. He probably mistook this for the fact that the bruise was still sensitive and his expression turned apologetic. That had not been the reason, however, that she pulled away from the man.<BR><BR>Something about his eyes seemed familliar and he seemed almost bitter and, in a strange way, dangerous. Drina's instincts screamed at her to not let him touch her and her instincts were right much to often to ignore them now. She couldn't explain it but she had the strangest feeling she had seen those eyes before.<BR><BR>Lanuviel led the newcomer away and, although her hearing was not as good as the elves' she could pick up some words from their conversation and could tell that the she-elf was telling Serin to leave.<BR><BR>Accepting that she was in no danger for the moment, Drina managed to lower herself down to sit awkwardly on the forest floor with her leg stretched out in front of her. She leaned forward carefully to inspect the wound. The arrow had gone quite deep and was still protruding from the back of her leg just above her knee. <BR><BR>She pulled back the ripped cloth of her trousers and paled from the pain as she wrapped her hand around the end of the arrow shaft and closed her eyes, preparing herself for the pain. But an elven voice cut through her still aching mind, and she paused, just about to wrench the arrow from her leg.</i><BR><BR>Leave it.<BR><BR><i>Drina opened her eyes and glanced at the elf she had been left with. Leaning back against the tree trunk and tilting her head back against the smooth wood, with her eyes turned to the leafy canopy above her, she heard the elf speak again, more softly this time,</i><BR><BR>Please. It may already be infected.<BR><BR><i>There was no threat in the blue eyes, only a mild concern and Drina took her hand away from the wound. She would not normally listen to elves, after all it had been an elf who had killed her parents, but this time was different.<BR><BR>The ranger could hear soft footsteps returning and wondered who it would be this time. It sounded like one of the elves. Drina coughed once quietly but it turned into another coughing fit. Once she had recovered enough to catch her breath, she groaned, cursing herself for being so careless. <BR><BR>Her normally green eyes were now shining silver with pain and she raised a shaking hand to brush her hair from her face only for it to fall back to her side red with the blood from a split lip.</i><BR>
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Postby Lanuviel » Thu Jul 03, 2003 10:42 am

"Hush, now." <i>Lanuviel murmured in her mother tongue, letting the Elvish words wash over her patient as if to deaden the pain a little.<BR>She had left Serin in the capable hands of five guards, letting him wait for her to return - and if he had no good reason to let him return with them by then, he would be escorted to the edge of the forest and commanded to leave.<BR><BR>She had returned to Drina quickly, intent upon aiding the Ranger in the field wherever possible, even if only to make her fit enough for the short journey back to the city. Kneeling beside her, she inspected the arrowhead carefully, nodding apreciatively at the companion who had warned her not to remove the arrow. The metal barb itself - what she could see of it - was streaked with what looked like dirt, indicating an infected wound if nothing was done.<BR><BR>Pulling a pouch from her belt, Lanuviel retrieved two crisp leaves of Athelas - the last she had. Reminding herself to re-stock when they got back to the city, she crushed them and administered then in parts to the various wounds on her body. Finished, Lanuviel offered Drina a drink from a hip-flask every guard carried, telling her with a faint smile that it was 'miruvor'.<BR><BR>Drawing her to one side, Lanuviel spoke quietly in Elvish, hoping that a Ranger would know the language of Sindarin and would therefore be able to reply. The need for secrecy was evidently high, and Lanuviel was quick to react by sending the guard with her to engage the newcomer in a conversation, therefore hiding the noise they would make.<BR><BR>Leaning forwards, the intense eyes of the Elfess fixed upon the face of Drina, she hushed her tone and let her red hair hang in front of her face, hiding it so not even her lips could be read.</i><BR><BR>"I watched you flinch when he touched you, Drina... and pain was not what I read in your eyes. Evidently you are not comfortable with him - but for me to protect you in the way I have begun to do indefinitely would be too much to ask, unless I had a reason."<BR><BR><i>She let the impending question hang unspoken, searching out the eyes of the Ranger and holding them in her own, the question instead in the green-on-brown of her irises.
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Thu Jul 03, 2003 1:24 pm

Two here, at least two, maybe three more in the surrounding trees. He couldn’t be entirely sure. He could just make out the irregular curve of a bow for one and the other a dull shine off of the boot leather of one foot. He had thought he had caught the vague movement of another off to the right but he couldn’t be certain about that.<BR><BR>For now he sat on his horse smiling amiably at the two stone faced elves that stood around, pictures of nonchalant springs. Inside his brain worked madly. The captain had said she would have to leave if he could not come up with a good reason to proceed to the city.<BR><BR>Already Serin could tell he had struck gold. Never had the elves patrolled so often and so far out from the city before and never had he been turned away with such fervor. There was something going on there, something important, and were important events took place there were important people controlling those events. He thought vaguely of just leaving and sneaking back into the city, perhaps that night, now that he knew nobility could probably be found there.<BR><BR>He banished the idea; he would at least try and get into the city. If he could glean some information, it would make assassination later much easier. But first he needed a reason. A good reason, one they couldn’t refuse, but what? Anything important enough would probably be life threatening…<BR><BR>With a cold tingle of satisfaction the thought formed itself in his mind. Yes that was it, a reason they could not deny or refuse. What better reason to be here than for the murders. <BR><BR>Yes, he was an agent, of some far off land that had recently experienced a widespread spree of strange, seemingly unprovoked killings. He had followed the trail to Mirkwood, or rather, to the fringes of it were merchants and travelers were winding up dead with nothing stolen or pillaged. He had only recently discovered that the elves were being attacked as well, even more than travelers. He had come into the woods today to offer he services in bringing the murderer to justice. And if they refused to let him help, he would insist… on his honor he would insist… maybe for his dear wife that had been murdered.<BR><BR>Serin’s smile widened slightly at the irony of it all and worked it out smoother in his head, into a heart felt speech. Yes he would get in, he would find out what was going on, he would make his plans, and then he would kill them. That girl especially, she was one of only three people who had ever escaped him, and both the others were dead now.<BR><BR>Another elf stepped into the tiny clearing and asked him from where he hailed, his allegiances, and how long he had been traveling. Serin wondered mildly at why the elf would be bothering to talk to him, but answered the questions.<BR><BR>Small village in Gondor called Salta, his allegiance was to the steward of Gondor until the king was found, and he had been traveling for nearly two months now. It wasn’t long he had to endure the questioning before Lanuviel came back into the clearing and asked him once more to state his business. With a heavy sigh for affect he began his tale, ending with the fact that he hoped to aid the elves in their search…<BR>
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Postby Arwen902 » Thu Jul 03, 2003 2:12 pm

<BR><i>Even before Lanuviel drew her to one side, Drina knew the question she would be asked. She had seen Lanuviel exchange glances with the other elves present when Drina pulled away from Serin's touch. The highly sensitive elves had noticed the look of wariness in the ranger's eyes, even if the man himself had not. <BR><BR>So it was no great surprise when, after treating her injuries, Lanuviel sent one of the guards away to cover her conversation with Drina. Luckily, she did speak Sindarin fairly fluently after living with elves for most of her life. Her adopted family had been the only elves she really ever trusted. She had not spoken, or been spoken to, in Sindarin for so long however, that she had to focus all her attention on the elfess standing in front of her,</i> <BR><BR>I watched you flinch when he touched you, Drina... and pain was not what I read in your eyes. Evidently you are not comfortable with him - but for me to protect you in the way I have begun to do indefinitely would be too much to ask, unless I had a reason.<BR><BR><i>Lanuviel stared into Drina's eyes, the question hanging that she did not know quite how to answer. She stared back, trying to convince the elfess of what she had felt just before he touched her. Taking as deep a breath she could manage with broken ribs she said,</i><BR><BR>I don't know if he can, or should, be trusted. I know you probably could find more than one reason not to trust me but...There's just that instinct of danger and I've learnt not to ignore my instincts. I swear to you that I mean no harm but I do not think he could do the same. <BR><BR><i>She wasn't at all sure that she had answered the question in a way anyone could understand but it was the best way she could explain it for now. Given time to think, she could probably explain it much better.</i>
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Postby Sakura_the_wanderer » Thu Jul 03, 2003 6:03 pm

My fellow elfs look out behind you there are orcs surrounding us!" Sakura shouted running through the forest and into the clearing,Saaski right behind her.10 orcs came running out of nowhere and one landed on top of Saaski. Saaski tried to get it off but couldn't. "Saaski stay still!" Sakura said pulling the arrow away from the bow and then she released it and it hit the ground." heheehehehehehehehehehe! you missed elf!" the orc said laughing and strangling Saaski while he was talking." Saaski hold your breath.And as she said this where the arrow was Water came spilling out and the orc had dissapeared.<BR><BR>ooc: Guys i have to go by!
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Fri Jul 04, 2003 1:16 am

Lanuviel had visibly been considering what he had just said and had opened her mouth to reply at last, when suddenly a monstrous wolf bounded into the clearing bearing an elfess on it back.<BR><BR>“My fellow elfs look out behind you there are orcs surrounding us!" the elfess on the wolf’s back cried and as she did so, ten or so orcs came tearing through the brush, and lept into the clearing.<BR><BR>Immediately the air was filled with the wines of arrows cutting the air as they left the bowstrings of the Elvin sentries. Many of the orcs dropped dead with one or more arrows transfixing it. The others stood momentarily surprised by the gathering of elves they had suddenly found themselves infringing on. Their surprise only lasted a minute as a second flight of arrows cut them down.<BR><BR>One orc, quicker than the rest had latched on to the huge wolf and appeared to be strangling it. Half a dozen of the Elf sentries leapt forward, blades unsheathed to dispatch him when the elf on the back seemed to fire an arrow into the ground and a spring shot like a geyser from the forest floor. When the fountain of water had subsided the wolf and rider appeared very soaked and the orc had disappeared.<BR><BR>The elves had all notched arrows the instant the first sounds of approaching visitors had been heard and the girl, a warder it seemed now to Serin, had lifted her sword and adopted a fighting stance despite the broken rib or ribs he knew she must have. Serin for his part had done a fair imitation of looking surprised and had only drawn his sword after the wolf and rider had appeared and shouted the warning.<BR><BR>Lanuviel quickly dispatched sentries into the forest to search for more orcs and ordered the corpses of the ones dead to be dragged back into the woods to be taken care of by the wild beasts. Suddenly she seemed to remember Serin and turned back to him, slightly flustered. Serin cursed the orcs for showing up then and there, if anything it had put the elves on a higher state of alert and severely weakened his chances of being let it.<BR><BR>Also that Warder girl had drawn back from his touch rather suddenly. He thought maybe it was simply the touch of a strange man on her face had not appealed to her, not that he could blame her, but he had a feeling it might be something more. If she suspected him of being her attacker and spread that suspicion, it may not be wise to enter into the elfish realm after all. Lanuviel had started talking while he pondered, and he made up his mind that given the chance he certainly could not balk from it now…<BR>
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Postby Sakura_the_wanderer » Fri Jul 04, 2003 10:31 am

" are you alright Saaski?"Sakura asked as she ran up to the wolf who was on the ground. Saaski had 3 wounds and they were deep. " I think i'll be alright." Saaski said trying to get up but with little effort.Sakura brushe her hair off of her shoulder and found a potion.She poured it onto each of the wounds and then they started healing very quickly.<BR><BR>" Great the medicine still works." Sakura said and hugged the huge wolf." Now get some rest." She layed the wolfs hed on a bunch of leaves and twigs.<BR><BR>Sakura sat down next to her friend and looked up at all the other elfs. They all watched everything that I had just done, didn't they?Sakura thought as they all looked back at her.
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Postby Arwen902 » Sat Jul 05, 2003 2:34 pm

<BR><i>As soon as the group of orcs had appeared Drina pulled out her sword, pushed herself away from the elf at her side and stood up straight with her feet slightly apart and most of her weight on her left leg. She had to hold her long sword two-handed and although she was feeling slightly better after Lanuviel's treatment, standing alone still stole the rest of her remaining strength.<BR><BR>She hoped that none of the orcs came near enough that she would have to fight it but was almost relieved to have an enemy that she knew how to fight, how to kill. She still did not know if the thing she had fought that morning had been man, elf or creature.<BR><BR>Luckily none came close and soon, every orc was dead, killed by the elves' always accurate arrows, or chased away. Some lay dead, littering the forest floor and the elves merely ignored them, looking elsewhere in disgust.<BR><BR>Letting her grip on the hilt of her sword loosen, Drina let the point of the long blade fall slowly to stick in the earth at her feet for support as she swayed and almost fell, leaning back against the tree at the last minute. She was glad to be over-looked for the moment as a lot of the elves were clearing the bodies and she felt she had been enough of a burden already to them.<BR><BR>Lanuviel gave the orders to clear away the bodies and crossed the clearing to stand in front of Serin's horse. Waiting to listen to their conversation, Drina stared curiously at the traveller, still trying to remember where she had seen those eyes...</i>
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Postby Lanuviel » Sun Jul 06, 2003 11:38 am

<i>Lanuviel had cursed herself inside when the Orcs attacked, using her voice to call out the alarm as soon as the Wolf bounded into view, the Captain knowing what was on Sakura's lips before the words rolled off her tongue.<BR><BR>The rapport of arrows was swift and deadly, the keen eyes of the Elven sentries helping their arrows find their mark every time, while their owners proved their worth as the most skilled guards around. She fought too, the keen blades sheathed at her belt being thrown with the accuracy only a trained fighter could possess.<BR><BR>Disgusted with the underhand tactics of her foes (though she knew she shouldn't really expect anything less), Lanuviel walked back over to Serin, mulling over both his tale and the words of Drina, the warning the latter had spoken a harsh ringing in her head, constantly reminding her not to fall prey to his charms. She had done that before, and it served as a constant notice not to do it again. Last time, she was nearly faally wounded, and only her friend, looking for her, had saved her life.<BR><BR>She was not going to fall in the same pit again.<BR><BR>Considering Serin carefully, her eyes met his and she spoke with a voiced conviction that inside she didn't feel.</i><BR><BR>"I feel for you, Serin, I truly do. However, the security has been tightened so far in the last few hours that I can lead you to the gates, but not permit you unless you have proof of your story."<BR><BR><i>Seeing the muscle in his jaw tighten, Lanuviel continued, her voice calm and dispassionate, distanced in the way that only the voice of an Elf could be. Her mind was racing, her keen eyes studying his face, reflecting nothing but good will to the onlooker. She was unsure which to believe: Drina, who clearly didn't trust this man as far as she could throw him, of Serin, whose sob story about his diseased wife touched her heartstrings, yet made her even more aware.</i><BR><BR>"In any case, I am unsure whether it would be wise to leave for the city now. Those Orcs were in a large group for a scouting party, but in these days of darkness, anything can happen. Especially if it involves the hostilities of anything treacherous and ill-meaning." <i>Lanuviel stated dryly, earning wry nods from the soldiers she commanded. </i>"Now the danger is over I can treat Drina as best I can - two Elves have already been dispatched to retrieve supplies for medical treatment in the field, and I am loathe to leave such a wide section of our boundary vulnerable for the sake of something which can be attempted while we are on guard. It is because of this that I suggest you either remain withus until our shift ends, or leave now. We have but a couple of hours left."<BR><BR><i>Flicking a lock of red hair behind her ear, Lanuviel adjusted the sheath containing her sword so it lay across her shoulder blades, a placement leaving both arms free. If the remenants of the Orc party left behind were to return, she would be ready. Looking back up at Serin, she raised a cautious eyebrow at him, entreating him to answer while her eyes scanned his face for deceit.</i>
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Postby Arwen902 » Thu Jul 10, 2003 1:57 pm

<BR>I feel for you, Serin, I truly do. However, the security has been tightened so far in the last few hours that I can lead you to the gates, but not permit you unless you have proof of your story.<BR><BR><i>Drina, trained to pick up on small things such as this although she did not have the elven awareness of people and their reactions to certain news, saw the muscle in Serin's jaw tighten ever so slightly as Lanuviel said this. The young ranger took this as the smallest sign of anger and wondered why. <BR><BR>Frowning slightly, Drina replayed his story for coming to Mirkwood and found herself questioning parts of it. First of all, she had stayed for at least some time in each village in Gondor, staying nearly three months in the village that Serin claimed to come from. She had met every person there and knew she would've remembered someone as regal looking as Serin. For he did have a strange, almost royal air about him. <BR><BR>Secondly, the only people who had been from Gondor who had been murdered were men, all rangers that Drina had met herself. No Gondorian women had been killed to her knowledge and Drina was not about to become the first. Shaking her head gently Drina warned herself not to jump to conclusions. There were plenty of logical reasons for those seeming flaws in Serin's story.<BR><BR>Maybe Serin's wife had not originally been from Gondor, and maybe, on staying in the village, Drina had just missed Serin while he was travelling or something. Or maybe, the most probable reason, the blow to Drina's head had simply knocked away any memory she had of this man or his wife.<BR><BR>She walked forward while Lanuviel stated once again that Serin could not be allowed into the city unless he could prove his story, limping heavily and holding the reins of his horse for support. He glanced at her and she could have sworn she saw bitterness or dislike in his eyes but again warned herself not to jump to conclusions. Drina didn't want to interrupt but felt like she needed to break the silence that followed after Lanuviel finished speaking, even though Serin hadn't answered yet.</i><BR><BR>I'm sorry about your wife. I'm from that part of Gondor myself, maybe I knew her?<BR><BR><i>It was almost said as a statement but her silver/green eyes were questioning, almost testing his explanation.</i>
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Postby Quimrill_Renctar » Sun Jul 13, 2003 1:52 am

Serin cursed in his head, while letting his smile waver in what he hoped was a decent imitation of a man having to recall sad memories. It was obviously a test, one that if he failed could get him really dead very fast, and then were would his revenge be. He had never had a wife but he had known many women, perhaps one of them.<BR><BR>She would have to be someone he had killed so they could not answer questions if found. Somebody not well known before they died someone obscure. A name was all he needed and a bit of a back story. Or better yet some one in Salta, perhaps living or dead. It wouldn’t matter, let the warder go look for this woman if she wanted to, she would not return until long after his revenge was complete. Let her send someone if she wanted to, they would not return either before it was too late, and when they did they just might find no one alive who cared. Or better still, if she sent someone, he would see to it they never made it out of the forest.<BR><BR>They only problem was if she had been to Salta within the last two months. An extremely low chance but Serin did not like taking chances. If she had been there and seen the woman he named alive and well, she would know he was lying and then he would most likely be dead, or locked away in an Elvin dungeon. Neither sounded appealing, and the dungeon less so, except that maybe he would have the chance to escape.<BR><BR>“Katherine…” he paused and tried to look sad and distant, “Katherine, surely you would remember her. The most beautiful creature, with long blond hair and green eyes” he chuckled fondly as if to himself and added slowly, “and the cutest little nose”<BR><BR>Katherine still lived in Salta to Serin’s knowledge, unmarried to this day probably. She wasn’t actually as beautiful as Serin described her, in fact she was rather homely, but any word to the contrary of angelic would not seem fitting coming from a loving husband. She did have long blond hair last time he had seen her and green eyes, her nose was far from small, but again he was her husband he would of course think it a cut little thing.<BR><BR>“If you have passed through, Salta you could not have missed her, she ran the apothecary there,” Serin hoped against hope that the Ranger had not been there recently, “We had only been married six months when she was killed on the way home, or so they say, and that’s how it looks. I was on errand at the time, I don’t remember what, but I arrived to the rest of the town in morning for my loss”<BR><BR>Serin bit his tongue so that his eyes would take on a more convincing pained look, and shrugged helplessly.<BR><BR>“I just want to help bring this… this murderer to justice,” Serin filled his voice with rage that did not take much faking; “she was my wife! I have the right to avenge her!”<BR><BR>Serin let his voice drop back down and continued, directing his words to the Lanuviel, “I’m sorry captain, I just wish to help, I will gladly wait with you till I may be escorted to the city"<BR><BR>Serin waited to see what the warder would do. If she had been to Salta within the last nine months she would know the lie in his tale, if she knew the people as well as she seemed to that was. Mentaly he readied himself to react, his body remained loose and placid but it would respond if he needed it to. If she ruined his plans then perhaps he could at least take her and some of the elves with him...<BR>
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Postby Arwen902 » Sun Jul 13, 2003 4:31 am

<BR><i>Drina had watched Serin, unblinkingly all the time he had been speaking, desperately looking for something that would justify her instincts for not trusting him. There was nothing. The last time she had been in Salta had been more than a year ago and she had indeed met someone called Katherine there but if Serin spoke the truth that they had only been married six months, there was no reason why Katherine would have known him then.<BR><BR>Once again his eyes met hers and the painful ache in her head got even worse as she tried to remember where she had seen those eyes. The horse beside her moved suddenly, causing her elbow to bang into her broken ribs. Drina hissed with pain and wrapped her cut arm around her side again. She ran a shaking hand through the tousled waves of her hair and answered,</i><BR><BR>I did meet her, once though that was a long time ago. I'm sorry.<BR><BR><i>Serin had said that he would wait with them until Lanuviel's watch ended. That meant that if the guard had to turn away more travellers, Drina would be left alone with him. She realised that everything he had said was probably true and she was wrong not to trust him, but that thought unsettled her. She didn't feel completely safe with him here now, never mind being left alone with him in the condition she was in. Drina knew she wouldn't be able to stand alone for much longer, and although she would fight if she had to, it would not be a fight she would win.</i>
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Postby Lanuviel » Tue Jul 29, 2003 5:18 am

<i>Lanuviel sighed, and told serin calmly that he was welcome to remain for a short time with their party, until their shift was relieved. They would leave him at the gates to the city, and take Drina to the palace infirmary (the nearest possible medical aid). He would have to talk his way in, she decided.<BR><BR>She still wasn't sure of his motives.<BR><BR>There had been many who had arrived into the city, seeking help to find the killers of their wives, husbands, brothers, sisters, mothers fathers... <BR><BR>A sly glance to the side revealed the hypocritical mind of Drina - she may have said she believed him, but Lanuviel wasn't so sure... the Elven sense of perception that was a part of her blood was making her suspicious. And these days, such a suspicion was more often than not paranoia.<BR><BR>Still...<BR><BR>Remaining unsure, Lanuviel nevertheless admitted Serin to her guard, sending him up onto a platform a few feet from her own - which she shared with Drina. Though it had been difficult at first to get her up there, Lanuviel felt infinitely more secure knowing that there was a few feet now between the two newcomers. For some reason, she was terribly unwilling to keep them together. She treated the wounds as best she could, tying swift, padded bandaged around the bleeding areas, and giving her leg a deep inspection. Drina had been clever enough to only sever the shaft of the arrow, leaving the head imbedded in her leg. Though wishing she could do more, Lanuviel's common sense warned her against pulling it out. A foreign object such as the arrowhead could be keeping back the tidal wave of a much more serious injury, only the object could be keeping it back. <BR><BR>Rather a foreign body than a hole...<BR><BR>Sure that the arrowhead was not poison-tipped, Lanuviel gave her a mouthful of Miruvor, and a couple of wafers of Lembas. She watched carefully as the <b>two</b> Elven guards on the flet Serin occupied do the same with their guest. Lanuviel rested her gaze upon the young Ranger for a moment, before asking her with soft tones if she wished to sleep. Not waiting for a response, Lanuviel gestgured towards a cluster of blankets on the flet behind her, and resumed her watch.
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Postby Arwen902 » Tue Aug 12, 2003 1:10 pm

<BR><i>Smiling gratefully at Lanuviel, Drina moved over to the pile of blankets at the edge of the small platform. She lay down on her left side so that her injured ribs and the arrowhead in her leg would not be affected and pulled one of the blankets over her. Now that she lay still the pain in her head, side and leg steadily grew worse despite Lannuviel's treatment. <BR><BR>The other wounds the ranger had recieved were almost unnoticeable after the she-elf's treatment but Drina knew from experience that not much could be done for broken ribs and a blow to the head. Although the lembas and miruvor had helped lessen the pain, the climb up to the flet had been extremely hard and despite her natural wariness of heights Drina felt safe for the first time in days and it wasn't long before unconciousness took her.<BR><BR>As she slept, Drina dreamt about the fight that morning but it was different. She was in the same clearing as she and the elves were in now. The man, for she was now sure it had been a man, was wearing all black and his features were completely shadowed so she could she none of his face except the occasional glint of his eyes. It was a fight to the death this time and she was hardly healed at all.<BR><BR>On the flet, less than three feet away from the elves on watch, Drina began to toss and murmur almost silently. And even though the heat of the sun was shining down on her through gaps in the trees, she bagan to shiver as if from cold and drew the heavy blanket tighter around herself.</i>
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