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That Voice
The voice of darkness and fire beckons to me, another voice of light and lightning also calls. Both want me, but neither wants me for the right reasons. I ran far to be free of their pull, far from what I knew as my home. Forever being torn between two sides.I never intended to come back, he was just too controlling. I had been staying far away from the inhabitants of Middle earth, for fear that I might have the urge to feed upon one. My mother was the only one preventing him from bringing me back, now that she is gone there is nothing preventing him from seeking me out.
He had sent a small squad of orcs to collect me and bring me to him. That was how I found myself running down a mountain hungry, tired and bleeding from an arrow wound. I could have easily killed the orcs if I had been at full strength when they'd first found me, but I had not anything to drink in over a month. All I could do now was run and hope that I would come across the large river I had seen before they found me. There, over to my right, the river in all it's splendid life saving and ending glory rushing past me. I jumped, icy water met my sore muscles sweeping me fast and far away from my disgusting pursuers. I heard a roar of frustration from one of the orcs before I slipped into blissful darkness.
Some time while I was passed out my slowly healing body washed up upon the bank of the river far in a forest I knew not the name to. I awoke coughing up water, and feeling sore through out my body. During my river ride I must have hit a few rocks along the way. Thirst, I needed to find something that I could feed upon before I slipped into my more primitive instincts; that never ended well. Switching to hunting mode I searched for something to quench my ever growing thirst. "Ba-bump…Ba-bump" the heart beat of a small creature beneath the ground, I could no longer control myself diving to the ground I rip through the grass and earth to find my catch, a fair sized rabbit. I bit into it, the blood, oh, the blood, flowing into my mouth and down my throat it was divine, the best rabbit I have ever tasted in my life.
Once I had had my fill of the rabbit I wandered for a time through the forest. The harder I looked around me the more life I could see everywhere. The forests that I had seen in my travels could not compare to this forest in anyway. This one infected me with a sense of happiness and serenity, I could not help but smile and laugh my way through the day. Everything around me was so pure and untainted, a stark contrast to many of the places I had been to before. Hours passed by as I explored my new surroundings, my senses more in tune than they had ever been before. "Bump, bump, bump." Another heart beat, but this one belonged to something much larger than a rabbit, it also smelled different too. Following the stead beat, I came across a small person smoking a pipe behind a tree by pond. Coming closer the person who I now noticed to be about the size of a child looked at me with wide and fearful eyes. Did I have something in my hair, I couldn't look that bad, could I?
"Urm, Miss are you alright." The small man asked.
"Yeah, the name's Sauruna Flamesinger, why do you ask? Mr.…?" I spoke using my telepathy while moving my mouth to make it seem as though I was actually talking.
"My name is Bilbo Baggins and the reason I asked is because you have a large slash in your shoulder Miss. Flamesinger. It is bleeding quite badly too; don't you feel it?"
"No, Mr. Baggins I don't feel it, I did not even know it was there, I don't suppose I could bother you for some place to get cleaned up and stay while I heal please." Bilbo looked me over carefully, then gestured for me to follow him. We walked for a time, now that I knew of my injury I felt it all the way to the village that he lived in. Many of his kind looked at me with fear and apprehension. We came to a green door in the side of the hill that we somehow climbed without me noticing. He opened the door for me, being almost 6 feet tall I had to bend down to enter his home. Doing this caused pain to shoot through my shoulder. I let out a silent scream of agony and almost collapsed to the floor, but I steadied myself before Bilbo could notice. He led me to the bathroom and filled the tub for me. He was being so kind to me, to be quite frank I had never had anyone treat me like this before. No waiting for Bilbo to leave the room I started to peel off my clothes. When my shirt fell to the floor I heard a small gasp, I had many scars running across my back, stomach, arms, and legs. My scars were not bumpy or elevated on my skin. They were like the rest of my skin, smooth and soft except for that fact that they were much colder, paler and more sensitive than the rest of my skin. Luckily my mane of white hair covered most of the bad ones. I looked to the wound in my shoulder, I could easily see my crystal like bones showing through the gash. Usually my healing abilities would immediately fix any damage done to my body instantly, I guess I must have subconsciously turned it off. Focusing on binding my flesh, skin and muscle back together, I went deep into my mind and turned my healing abilities back on, I instantly felt the wound quickly knit together. I opened my eyes and looked at what was now a smooth pinky white scar.
'cough' "I'm sorry I know this might sound a bit rude but what are you?" Bilbo asked me, I squatted down to be eye level with him.
"How about you tell me what you are then I tell you what I am, but after I bathe. Okay?" He nodded his agreement and left with my blood stained clothes. I stayed in the tub for some time letting the warm water wash away all my tension and any trace of my earlier less than favourable escapades. Bilbo had washed my clothing, but was unable to mend the cut in my coat and shirt. No problem their I can just use my magic to fix them. Once I had finished mending my clothes I left the bathroom to find the little creature that I was slowly coming to care for. I found Bilbo in his kitchen preparing lunch for us. I sat down quietly in one of the chairs around his kitchen table. "Mr. Baggins thankyou for letting me into your home. I hope I have not inconvenienced you in any way."
"Oh no, it's been my pleasure. So about the agreement earlier, I am a Hobbit." Bilbo said whilst placing a plate of fish before me.
"Well Mr. Baggins I am from a far off land called Ethreilo. Though I am not a pure bred Ethreilon I am half vampire as well. Hence the healing abilities and other perks of both races. My mother came here to middle earth to keep me safe from the hypocrisy of our people. Vampires in my land are protectors of magic and keep balance between good and evil, but many Ethreilon seem them as monsters. I should also tell you that I am speaking to you telepathically. I can speak normally, but the only one who can hear my true voice is my soul mate."
"Do you have a soul mate Sauruna?" The little Hobbit asked me. I looked Bilbo directly into his eyes I could tell he was a kind person and someone who would not hurt me intentionally.
"No Bilbo I have never had the pleasure of a soul mate. On to a different topic; I am still not at full strength so is it okay if I stay with you for a few days. I won't stay any longer than a week or I can leave right now if you want me too."
"Well… I guess you can stay for a while as long as you help out a bit around the house."