Alcarin Norenturin, seed of Turin, washed upon the foreign shore of the East, you awoke with a start. "Where was Gurthang? Then relieved she remembered it was hidden in her elven mail. She slowly stood up and turned to see her surroundings. She sensed no danger, so she stripped herself of her elvish cloak and layed it on the branches of a near by tree. Underneath her mail she could feel blood tickling down her back. She had to bathe the wounds. Not far away she saw a beautiful waterfall that looked empty. She unsheaved her sword and saw that it gleamed not and was satisfied. She grabbed her cloak and made her way towards it. She stripped herself bare and entered the water moving towards the falls. The cool water helped numb the pain in her wounds. The water was pleasant, and forgetting her caution she lifted her voice in an elvish song.
Ai! laurie lantar lassi surinen,
yeni
unotime ve ramar aldaron!
Yeni ve linte yuldar avanier
mi
oromardi lisse-miruvoreva
Aundune pella,Vardo tellumar
nu liuni
yassen tintilar i eleni
omaryo airetari-lirinen.
Si man i yulma nin enquantuva?
An si Tintalle Varda Oillosseo
ve
fanyar maryat Elentari ortane,
ar ilye tier undulave lumbule;
ar
sindarnoriello caita mornie
i falmalinnar imbe met, ar
hisie
untupa Calaciryo miri oiale.
Si vanwa na, Romello vanwa,
Valimar!
Namarie! Nai hiruvalye Valimar.
Nai elye hiruva.
Namarie!
Not far, Sesshoumaru and company was returning from a battle for rest. Shehomoru stoped and listened. " What is it Lord Sheshomoru?" asked Jaken. The dog deamen did not answer. It seemed to him he heard a voice. It was coming from the falls. He told Rin and Jaken , " Stay here." He moved slowly through the trees. As he came nearer he heard beautiful singing, like he had never heard before. It was an enchanting sound, one that urged him to drop his guard. He did not trust it. He finally looked through a clearing in the trees. There he first gazed apon Norenturin and deemed her fair. Her back was to him and the pale light of the moon shone on her glistening dark amber colored hair. Her strong slim body gleamed in the light. She sensed someone there.
She turned and tried to get to her sword. She saw nothing, but could feel a presence. She made her way back, the water was up to her heels and suddenly out stepped a tall silver haired man with golden eyes.
(He sees the unusual light that is in her dark sea grey eyes, the elvish light, and it makes him curious) She stopped before him unashamed. She ran for her sword when suddenly she realized that he held it in his hand. He cracked a rare grin of amusement inspite of himself.
" Who are you, why are you here, who dare trespass?" he asked.
She rushed at him for her sword and said "I will give mine when you give your's. You snuck up on me unarmed, so tell me who are you and what are you. I do not sense evil of you, but I know you are not mortal nor elf." she answered.
He looked at her surprised. "You do not fear me, and you are strange. I am Seshomoru, a dog deamen, and hunter of Naraku." He grabbed her cloak. Then he sees something, her wounds opened up and blood gushed out all the sudden. She fell faint from loss of blood. Before she hit the ground he caught her. He saw her cloak and wrapped her up in it. He wondered at the strange feelings of protectiveness and kindness this mortal invoked from him. He carried her to where Rin and Jaken waited. Without looking Sesshoumaru said to Jaken, "Go and gather the mortal's armour and bag." " Who is she, Master?" He searched her unguarded mind for a moment. He answers in a curious tone, "She is Norenturin, warrior and bearer of the Black Blade" . (to himself) bearer of the Black Blade...what does that mean?"
to be continued