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© 2007-I own the plot and Arinin-
-Warning-Nothing as of yet-
-My thanks to I.H.N, gave me an idea how to fix the demon problem, intentionally or unintentionally, Ty-
-And Ty's to Calenlass Greenleaf for helping out on info for LOTRs-
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-DO NOT READ PAST THIS CHAPTER-
-THIS STORY IS BEING REWRITEN-
-IF YOU READ PAST THIS, YOU MIGHT BE CONFUSED-
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Hunger
By, Sonsasu
Chapter One
...Wonderer...
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...Walking silently along a worn dirt path, a small girl of five years flicked her gaze around at the beautiful forest. Echoing lively with the sounds of animals, they took no notice to the passing of this strange looking human.
Clinging to the child like a second layer of skin, dirt covered most of her frail body. Her small bare feet were nearly black, bathed in layers of filth from an entire week of endless walking.
This small human, named Arinin wore ragged mud colored shorts that fell slightly past her knees. Her pale thin legs revealed long scars, as if warg talons had raced down her flesh. An oversized, olive green vest hid her upper body, but gaped in the neck and showed the center of her chest, giving a clear view of a strange burn marking. Deeper scars also covered Arinin's thin arms, except these curved down her skin like twisting snakes.
Short, unruly hair hung like a mask around her head, giving the appearance of something wild. From beneath Arinin's dirty ebon hair, two large gray eyes stared blankly ahead…
Even though Arinin traveled with…with…him…non-stop and sometimes under the scorching sun, it never affected the shade of her coloring. Even with the bright radiance, shining down vigorously upon her skin it remained pale, as death were near or sickness haunted her frail looking body…
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Blinking dry eyes, Arinin let her gaze roam further along the path.
"When will I have freedom?" she thought with a hazed mind.
Nearly a year ago, it would have never bothered her, but now…that peaceful bliss had dissipated. Nothing mattered to Arinin; too many things had faded from her carved out mind to try to grasp them again… All save for the one desire of freedom…
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"Halt!"
Arinin immediately obeyed the deep voice, freezing in mid step. Blinking slowly as if waking from a dream, she drew herself from the mindless walking trance and placed her foot down. Two tall figures stood on the path facing her. Had it not been for the demand for her to stop, she would have walked right into them.
The two beautiful creatures that stood before Arinin belonged to the ancient race of elves. Flicking her gray gaze from one to the other, even an Ork with half a brain could easily see that they were twins. Nevertheless, the main question was, were they going to block her from her goal?
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Glaring down at the human, the twins could easily sense the aura surrounding her. It was like trying to peer past a thick white fog, with a dark light shining from behind it. This made Elladan and Elrohir's alabaster skin crawl with great unease…
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Frowning openly, the elf to Arinin's right placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, a nervous gesture that was not unseen by his twin. Wearing the clothing of an elvin ranger this creature reminded her greatly of someone…but that someone was most likely dead…and devoured.
The nervous elf wore his long black hair loose letting it flow to the center of his back. Two ebony colored orbs not yet filled with great wisdom, but with youth, gazed at Arinin, a decision obliviously warring in his mind.
"They see what stands before them…" Arinin thought while regarding the beautiful beings faces.
Looking from the nervous elf, she could see the same mirrored in his twin.
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Taking a step back, Arinin bowed low, causing the shirt to gap further.
"Forgive me if I startled the two of you, but I must speak with Elrond…"
"No." This came from the elf that clutched his blade tighter.
Frowning from behind her hair, Arinin straightened back up.
"May I ask, as to why I cannot?"
"We are not so naïve, as to lead something evil into our own home." Was the snapped reply from the elf on the left.
Chuckling Arinin shook her head.
"If your father didn't want me here, do you not think I would be dead by now? You already know he controls every inch of this forest. I would never make it past your border before I met an untimely end… He already knows of my presence… However, just so you two comprehend what I speak. Why, oh why, would Elrond risk his own flesh and blood to encounter something dangerous, unless he was absolutely certain of what would be found?"
Arinin lifted her hands and slowly curled her fingers, until they dug into the soft skin of her palms.
"I know what you sense…you sense the corruption within me, the poison in my soul."
Allowing her hands to drift back to her sides Arinin lifted her eyes to gaze out from behind the curtain of her hair.
"Do not! Blame the poisoned, instead of the poisoner…"
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Elladan and Elrohir continued to watch the small human, both frowning in uneasy confusion.
"As deeply as it troubles me…she does speak true…If Ada did not wish her to be here then he would have sent warriors." Elladan thought to his brother.
"Aye…and should anything go awry, Glorfindel, Erestor and Naneth will be able to help Ada." Elrohir thought over to Elladan's mind.
Silently agreeing with his sibling, he took a breath.
"Very well... But should appearances prove true, you will find yourself at the end of our blades." Elladan said in a soft voice.
A faint smile spread on Arinin's pale lips.
"I would expect no less…"
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(A few moments later…)
The dirt path had long ago disappeared and now the three were traveling along a hidden road for elves. And speaking of elves…glancing over her shoulder, Arinin watched while the twins continued their mental arguments. It was somewhat amusing to watch them, as they silently glared at one another and gestured every now and then in her direction.
So caught up in their argument they barely noticed as Arinin slowed her walk until she was but a few feet in front of them.
"My name is Arinin, may I know yours?"
The two were startled slightly from their conversation and answered without thought.
"Elladan."
"Elrohir."
The twins visibly flinched as they let their names slip in perfect sync. Even though Arinin did not see them, she answered anyway.
"Do not be concerned…it is not I who can use your names against you… only the one I am bounded to can use that knowledge…"
Arinin was unable to finish her sentence as a blade suddenly pressed against her throat. Shifting her eyes along the gleaming elvish sword, storm gray met with dark sapphire. A very tall golden haired warrior gazed down at Arinin with an unreadable expression on his stunningly beautiful face…
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