Disclaimer: I do not own anything for lord of the rings! But Mithcharmwin is mine! I wish I did but don't.
..~Dark allies~..
Mithcharmwin awoke early in the morning to the chirping of birds and the sun trying to pry its way through the brambles and branches. She had slept in a well-constructed lean-to beneath a gnarled and twisted oak. This was how she had lived for most of her life, in the woods. The wood she was in now was filled with hardwoods with a few pine and spruce. It was near the end of spring so it was a lush green colour while fall leaves still littered one the ground from the fall.
She was like a ranger but more skilled in ways for she was an elf, quick on feet and swift in reaction, she was almost invisible. Her life could have been so different; she could have had it all. The glory, power, jewels, anything, but no. She craved more, not some life where all she did was walk down torch lit halls and all admire her. No. She soon ran away from that life, never looking back. She didn't even miss her parents; they weren't her real ones anyways. Her real ones were kind. Her "parents" now were just vain and didn't care or love for her what so ever. She just barely remembers her mother in her bed; slowly dieing of grief for the loss of her dearly beloved Husband in a war too long forgotten by Mithcharmwin for she was only an elfling, just above a hundred. No that was all in the past, she must live the present or die.
With her, she carried a bow, sling of arrows, dagger, and her memory of the thousands of books she pored over about healings, tracking, basically everything about how to survive on your own. She also had experience from watching other elves hunt and gather. She soon believed she had all the skills she needed and gathered clothes like that need for survival in the woods, and an elvish cloak.
Mithcharmwin's ears pricked up. Someone was coming; she quickly destroyed what she could that showed she was there and climbed the tree with ease. She looked down to see what appeared to be elves. But they seemed ready for battle for their weapons were drawn and faces lean for kill.
The two elves listened intently for any signs of the elf they thought they spotted last night. Then the auburn haired elf turned slowly towards where Mithcharmwin had lain. She swallowed hard.
"They must be close. This way I go, that you, we will meet at high noon" said the other elf that was blonde. They both took of in pursuit of what was really sighing relief in the tree.
When Mithcharmwin was sure they had left she jump elegantly from the tree and gathered her belongings hidden under the tree's roots.
Those elves were clad in ways she has never seen before and they seemed quite sinister. She hoped to never run into them again. She soon gathered her bearings and walk only a few steps when she stopped dead cold. Someone was standing right behind her. She did a 180-degree turn, her dagger in hand ready to strike. But there grasping her wrist with the dagger tightly, was the auburn haired elf smiling evilly.