As she walked through her beautiful Elven home of Lothlorien Calenorë couldn't help but think about the quest that she was to set forth on tomorrow. What dangers would she face? Would she fail her quest? thinking these things Calenorë soon became anxious about it. Her quest was to track down and capture a band of tyrant Uruh-Kia that were traveling over the many lands of Middle Earth. Though the one ring had been destroyed and Sauron defeated, his evil creatures still roam and haunt Middle Earth.
"Calenorë, is something troubling you?," her father Anarorë said as he sat down next to his daughter. "No, father. I'm just anxious, that's all," she said to her father as she gave him a hug. "I am sure that you will be fine, my daughter. This mission is no more dangerous than any of your other missions," he assured her. "I know father, but these Uruh-Kia are fierce warriors. And if they should catch me off guard than there is no hope for my survival," she told him. "That is why your sister is going with you, Calenorë," her father told her. "Ada, I taur uu-entulesse (Father, I may not return)," Calenorë said as she quavered in her fathers arms. "Selde, Nai tiruvantel ar varyuvantel I Valar tielyanna nu vilya (May the Valar protect you on your path under the sky)," he said to his daughter before he got up and walked away.
His words gave her little comfort. She knew her journey would be dangerous, but she had to trust that Filenorë would protect her should something happen. Filenorë was Calenorë's younger sister. Though older, his skill with a bow and blade is far less than Calenorë's. Anarorë adored his youngest daughter, but at times she could be quite stubborn and unwilling to give into others.
Calenorë was a beautiful Elven maiden with raven black hair and eyes as deep and blue as the ocean. She is very skilled with her bow and blade. She is also a very skilled horse rider. She wasn't what you would call a "girlie" elf and she is quite a force to be reckoned with. Sunswift was one of the fastest horses in Lothlorien and there weren't many horses like him. But he was a violent stallion and he was kept separate from the other horses. Calenorë was the only elf who could ride him, and so he was given to her as a parting gift from the Galadrim. Sunswift's coat was as black as coal, much like Calenorë's own hair. But his mane and tail were as grey as ash. Sunswift would be her mount for her journey. Filenorë her older sister would travel along with her for protection.
Calenorë did not sleep well that night, and Filenorë could tell. She didn't say anything to her little sister, but she did keep a close watch on her. "Are you ready to go, little sister?," Filenorë asked. "Yes, but I would like to say good-bye to father first," she said as she finished packing her horse. Calenorë walked back to her father's room. "Father?," she said as she slowly entered. "Yes, Calenorë," her father said to her as he slowly rose from his chair and came towards her. "I came to say good-bye before I depart on my mission," she told her father. "I am glad that you came. I have something to give you," he said to her as he handed her an object wrapped in velvet fabric. Calenorë slowly unwrapped the object and found that it was a long knife with her name inscribed into the blade in Elvish.
"It is beautiful father," Calenorë said as she admired the knife's blade. "I have kept it for you since you were a child. I have been saving it for a special time like this. Keep it with you at all times, especially while you are on this quest. You never know when an enemy may choose to appear, daughter," he explained to her. "I promise father. Namarie," she said as she left her father's room. "Namarie, Calenorë," Anarorë said as his daughter left his room for what might be the last time.
"I'm ready brother. And so is Sunswift," Calenorë as she mounted her horse. Sunswift gave as soft nicker as his master eased into the saddle. "Trinter is ready as well," Filenorë said as she mounted her gentle mare. Trinter wasn't as fast as Sunswift, but she was no less beautiful. Trinter's coat was as grey as the morning mist and his mane and tale were as black as the deepest depth's of the ocean. Both of there horses were beautiful but Sunswift had the feisty attitude along with his beauty. "Well, lets be off then," Calenorë said as she gave Sunswift a gentle kick and he was off like lightning. Filenorë and Trinter followed close behind.
Calenorë was soon hot on the trail of the Uruh-Kia, but she had to stop and make camp because both of there horses were tiring. "we will find somewhere off of the road to make our camp for the night," Calenorë said as she dismounted her horse. Filenorë dismounted and they set up camp and they were soon resting peacefully. Though Calenorë had an uneasy feeling she managed to coax herself to sleep. But her sleep would not last long. The Uruh-Kia had caught there scent and the hunter had become the hunted. Calenorë awoke to the sound of Uruh-Kia yells and screams. She immediately jumped up and readied her bow. "Filenorë, get up! The enemy approaches," Calenorë said as she took a defensive posture. Filenorë awoke immediately at the sound of her sisters voice. Though she was tired she got up and took a defensive posture behind her sister with her bow ready to fire. The Uruh-Kia were slowly encircling the two elves, silently deciding when they would attack.
Calenorë and Filenorë brought down a few of the Uruks but in the dark it was hard to see, even with their keen Elvish vision. The Uruh-Kia slowly tightened the circle around the elves until there was no where for them to run. All they could so now was stand and fight. But they were out numbered, forty to two. There was no way that they could bring all of them down by themselves but there was no choice now. About fifteen of the Uruh-Kia broke from the circle and charged at Filenorë and Calenorë. The first few they brought down easily. But they started to gang up on them. Filenorë was growing tired but she managed to kill the rest of the surrounding Uruks while Calenorë fiercely battled with the leader.
Filenorë wanted to help her little sister but she was so exhausted she collapsed before she could get to her sister. "Filenorë!," Calenorë yelled as she tried to reach her sister. But before she could the Uruh-Kia leader grabbed her by the hair, yanked her back, and held his sword to her throat. She reacted quickly and swung her sword around in defense but her swing was blocked. The Uruh-Kia brought his sword over his head, and before Calenorë had time to react he swung. He slashed a large and deep gash in Calenorë's left thigh. She cried out in pain and collapsed to the ground. The Uruh-Kia swung his sword round again and knocked Calenorë sword out of her hand. Then he inflicted yet another large and deep gash in Calenorë left shoulder. Calenorë had just enough time to draw the knife that her father had given her and kill the Uruk before it could harm her again.
Calenorë dared not move because she knew that her injuries were serious, possibly deadly. "Calenorë! Calenorë where are you, are you ok?," Filenorë called out as she came to and searched for her little sister. When she did find her, her stomach twisted into knots. Calenorë left should was bleeding and her shirt, jacket, and cloak were stained with fresh and dried blood. Then she saw her thigh. It to was bleeding and the clothes around it were stained with fresh and dried blood. "We have to get you back to Ada," Filenorë said as she picked up her unconscious sister, being careful not to touch her wounds.
"Calenorë, is something troubling you?," her father Anarorë said as he sat down next to his daughter. "No, father. I'm just anxious, that's all," she said to her father as she gave him a hug. "I am sure that you will be fine, my daughter. This mission is no more dangerous than any of your other missions," he assured her. "I know father, but these Uruh-Kia are fierce warriors. And if they should catch me off guard than there is no hope for my survival," she told him. "That is why your sister is going with you, Calenorë," her father told her. "Ada, I taur uu-entulesse (Father, I may not return)," Calenorë said as she quavered in her fathers arms. "Selde, Nai tiruvantel ar varyuvantel I Valar tielyanna nu vilya (May the Valar protect you on your path under the sky)," he said to his daughter before he got up and walked away.
His words gave her little comfort. She knew her journey would be dangerous, but she had to trust that Filenorë would protect her should something happen. Filenorë was Calenorë's younger sister. Though older, his skill with a bow and blade is far less than Calenorë's. Anarorë adored his youngest daughter, but at times she could be quite stubborn and unwilling to give into others.
Calenorë was a beautiful Elven maiden with raven black hair and eyes as deep and blue as the ocean. She is very skilled with her bow and blade. She is also a very skilled horse rider. She wasn't what you would call a "girlie" elf and she is quite a force to be reckoned with. Sunswift was one of the fastest horses in Lothlorien and there weren't many horses like him. But he was a violent stallion and he was kept separate from the other horses. Calenorë was the only elf who could ride him, and so he was given to her as a parting gift from the Galadrim. Sunswift's coat was as black as coal, much like Calenorë's own hair. But his mane and tail were as grey as ash. Sunswift would be her mount for her journey. Filenorë her older sister would travel along with her for protection.
Calenorë did not sleep well that night, and Filenorë could tell. She didn't say anything to her little sister, but she did keep a close watch on her. "Are you ready to go, little sister?," Filenorë asked. "Yes, but I would like to say good-bye to father first," she said as she finished packing her horse. Calenorë walked back to her father's room. "Father?," she said as she slowly entered. "Yes, Calenorë," her father said to her as he slowly rose from his chair and came towards her. "I came to say good-bye before I depart on my mission," she told her father. "I am glad that you came. I have something to give you," he said to her as he handed her an object wrapped in velvet fabric. Calenorë slowly unwrapped the object and found that it was a long knife with her name inscribed into the blade in Elvish.
"It is beautiful father," Calenorë said as she admired the knife's blade. "I have kept it for you since you were a child. I have been saving it for a special time like this. Keep it with you at all times, especially while you are on this quest. You never know when an enemy may choose to appear, daughter," he explained to her. "I promise father. Namarie," she said as she left her father's room. "Namarie, Calenorë," Anarorë said as his daughter left his room for what might be the last time.
"I'm ready brother. And so is Sunswift," Calenorë as she mounted her horse. Sunswift gave as soft nicker as his master eased into the saddle. "Trinter is ready as well," Filenorë said as she mounted her gentle mare. Trinter wasn't as fast as Sunswift, but she was no less beautiful. Trinter's coat was as grey as the morning mist and his mane and tale were as black as the deepest depth's of the ocean. Both of there horses were beautiful but Sunswift had the feisty attitude along with his beauty. "Well, lets be off then," Calenorë said as she gave Sunswift a gentle kick and he was off like lightning. Filenorë and Trinter followed close behind.
Calenorë was soon hot on the trail of the Uruh-Kia, but she had to stop and make camp because both of there horses were tiring. "we will find somewhere off of the road to make our camp for the night," Calenorë said as she dismounted her horse. Filenorë dismounted and they set up camp and they were soon resting peacefully. Though Calenorë had an uneasy feeling she managed to coax herself to sleep. But her sleep would not last long. The Uruh-Kia had caught there scent and the hunter had become the hunted. Calenorë awoke to the sound of Uruh-Kia yells and screams. She immediately jumped up and readied her bow. "Filenorë, get up! The enemy approaches," Calenorë said as she took a defensive posture. Filenorë awoke immediately at the sound of her sisters voice. Though she was tired she got up and took a defensive posture behind her sister with her bow ready to fire. The Uruh-Kia were slowly encircling the two elves, silently deciding when they would attack.
Calenorë and Filenorë brought down a few of the Uruks but in the dark it was hard to see, even with their keen Elvish vision. The Uruh-Kia slowly tightened the circle around the elves until there was no where for them to run. All they could so now was stand and fight. But they were out numbered, forty to two. There was no way that they could bring all of them down by themselves but there was no choice now. About fifteen of the Uruh-Kia broke from the circle and charged at Filenorë and Calenorë. The first few they brought down easily. But they started to gang up on them. Filenorë was growing tired but she managed to kill the rest of the surrounding Uruks while Calenorë fiercely battled with the leader.
Filenorë wanted to help her little sister but she was so exhausted she collapsed before she could get to her sister. "Filenorë!," Calenorë yelled as she tried to reach her sister. But before she could the Uruh-Kia leader grabbed her by the hair, yanked her back, and held his sword to her throat. She reacted quickly and swung her sword around in defense but her swing was blocked. The Uruh-Kia brought his sword over his head, and before Calenorë had time to react he swung. He slashed a large and deep gash in Calenorë's left thigh. She cried out in pain and collapsed to the ground. The Uruh-Kia swung his sword round again and knocked Calenorë sword out of her hand. Then he inflicted yet another large and deep gash in Calenorë left shoulder. Calenorë had just enough time to draw the knife that her father had given her and kill the Uruk before it could harm her again.
Calenorë dared not move because she knew that her injuries were serious, possibly deadly. "Calenorë! Calenorë where are you, are you ok?," Filenorë called out as she came to and searched for her little sister. When she did find her, her stomach twisted into knots. Calenorë left should was bleeding and her shirt, jacket, and cloak were stained with fresh and dried blood. Then she saw her thigh. It to was bleeding and the clothes around it were stained with fresh and dried blood. "We have to get you back to Ada," Filenorë said as she picked up her unconscious sister, being careful not to touch her wounds.