Good Friends

Disclaimer: I own nothing from 'The Lord of the Rings', I can only hope and dream.

A/N: Thanks to my Beta for reading this through you know who you are!

'Italics' Thoughts

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Chapter 1

"Skyvine?, Do you see her coming at all?" shouted Nidelraul to his friend, as she was sat high on a branch waiting for their other friend to show.

"Nothing yet, Wisesting!" replied the young She-elf, her keen eye sight would pick her out as she came across the open ground before the woods.

Eralarans Skyvine and Nidelraul Wisesting were waiting for the palace healer Hondeet Cairnroot to get back from visiting Mirkwood, she had been called to tend to the Prince who had had a bad time involving a rouge Orc and his Warg.

Just as they were getting bored, Skyvine saw Hondeet walking slowly with all her gear packed on her horse and was making good time to get to the Palace before dark.

The two younger Elves ran out to meet her after Skyvine had climbed out of the tree, and collected her bow and quiver, and slugged Wisesting on the shoulder. She ran ahead yelling, "I doubt you could catch me before I get to her!"

"You wanna bet on that!" replied Wisesting and ran after her to catch up and help their healer home.

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Meanwhile in another part of the forest another young Elf was practicing her Archery on an old apple tree she had found, Idril Nénharma enjoyed her time alone even though her father wanted her to have an escort with her when she went out, 'for her safety!' he kept saying and she hated it.

She had been there when her father had recieved the urgent letter requesting their healer Cairnroot to travel to Mirkwood to help her cousin the Prince, they requested Cairnroot because their healer had left for the Undyinglands, and no-one else knew the amount that Cairnroot did about healing, except maybe Estel.

Little did Idril know she had a silent observer above her in the trees. What apperared to be a dark elf crouched in the trees observing the other elfs archery practice.

'Huh, fairly good shot with the bow, but still I wonder if she has any redeeming qualities other than the - snort - bow' said the stranger.

Idril placed another arrow to the tight string of her favorite bow and just as she was pulling the string back to knock off another apple, (which she could take back to feed her horse, Glawar: meaning Sunlight in Sinadrin), she heard a frightful noise behind her. As she turned she was face to face with a hideous beast that was larger than her horse by a good 2 handspans, it's breath stank of rotted flesh and it was salavating badly.

She looked around for her quiver, and she mentally groaned as she saw it by one of the trees, and she couldn't reach it before the creature attacked. She was inwardly panicking, but her face did nothing to betray this feeling, she felt the back of her shirt and her hand fell across her knife but it was just a small knife, it would seem like a bug bite in comparrison to her arrows.

She was just thinking that she was done for when a stranger jumped down out of the trees and landed of all places on the creatures back.

"Your end is here!" was spoken in a quiet yet clear voice and then two daggers were scraped deeply across the beasts throat about 2-inches apart in opposing directions both bit to the bone. As this happened Idril climbed up to the first high branch in the tree near to her and watched.

The hideous creature fell to the ground dead, as the stranger faced Idril. She took in his appearence and was confused, she had only ever seen one person who had the dark skin and pale hair that this young elf had, but he had been banished from the Palace, due to his fathers herritage, She had only been 1300 years old when this had happened and the poor lad had been around 1200 years old, still a young adult in Elven terms and needed to be taught how things were done, like Sword Mastery, Archery, Tracking skills, Hunting and in some cases Healing.

"Thankyou!, I am forever in you debt sir, what is your name?, so that I may thank you more formally!" asked a breathless Idril, as she carefully climbed down out of the tree and gathered up her stuff and walked to the young elf, a smile on her face.

"Im Angrod Taralom, I'll be on my way now." said the young elf.

"Hey why are you leaving so soon?, I want to know why you saved me and also why were you sitting up in that tree?" asked Idril, more curious now that she knew the elf's name.

"Just heading back home, at least only half the people hate me there" said Angrod with a surley voice.

"Wait, what do you mean by that Angrod?, I don't hate you, I mean you just saved my life from that hideous thing!" said a flush faced Idril, 'why am I blushing?' she thought to herself.

"why do you think I have such a deep hood they think I'm albino or something, the ones that know...make my life miseralble!" said Angrod, a scowl on his face.

"Why would they do that?, I think you are quite good looking, you hair sets your skin off perfectly!" replied Idril.

"Yeah my pops calls me halfbreed and worse, only going back to see my mom." said Angrod.

"Who are your Parents, and why does you father call you a halfbreed?, you don't look like you have any human blood in you!" asked Idril, now really curious about this young mysterious elf.

"Never said I was Human!" said Angrod giving a sly smirk.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Angrod, I didn't mean to offend you at all!" replied Idril, now a little shaken by the smirk he gave. Her heart was beating way too fast for her liking.

Realising that he still had his daggers out, Angrod cleaned off the blades and sheathed them.

"I thought my skin would have given me away from the start" he stated.

"Why would your skin give you away?" inquired Idril, she really didn't understand what Angrod was trying to tell her.

"Your kidding right, oh now I get it play with the Halfling before you cast em away just like my mom right!" said Angrod, swinging around Angrod pucnches a tree "Damn it it hurts, just stop alright!"

"What are you talking about?, I would never do that!" said Idril, now getting a little annoyed with him. She turned to leave when she said over her shoulder, "Are you going to come with me so that we can fix your hand, or do you really want a malformed hand for the rest of your life?"

"Why why dont you hate me?, almost everyone does for some reason or another. I'm coming!" said Angrod

"Good, I doubted you would have wanted to be an elf who couldn't draw his bow properly!" Said Idril, trying to hide a smirk at the fact that she had him following her.

"Bow? - snort - why would I want to use a bow?" replied Angrod.

"Why don't you use a bow?" Idril asked.

Before Angrod could reply a large group of Elven Archers had them circled their bow strings taught with readiness, Angrod shook his head wondering why he had bothered to follow this She-elf back to her home.

"Halt!" yelled one of the Archers

"Your Highness, are you alright?, This Darkie didn't hurt you did he?" asked another.

"Well I guess I'm old enough to die now!" said Angrod as he closed his eyes waiting for the end. "At least there is no hatred to be endured after..." opening his eyes again he found one archer and lock eyes with the bowman "Well?"

to be continued...