The forest was cold. Very cold. She did not like the cold, but kept on going.
For her. Always for her, only for her. Mustn't stop. Always keep going. Never stop.
After running for an hour straight, no stops, she arrived at the city. It was beautiful. With grace and agility not even an elf could match, she scaled walls and jumped through windows until she was in the middle of a large hall that was expensively furnished. She touched nothing, but crept along the hall within the shadows. She slithered along until she found a large door with gold and silver inlaid to present a picture of a forest filled with animals.
After the lock was picked, she slid into the bedroom, quietly closing the door. With an expert eye, she scanned the room. On one side was a bed with a sleeping occupant. All around the room was expensive furniture, tapestries, and rugs and other useless decorations. She crept to a vanity on one of the walls, and spotted a jewelry box. She lifted the lid slowly, and looked at all the priceless necklaces, bracelets, rings, and earrings.
She slipped a small brown pouch from her pocket, and filled it to the brim with the smallest yet most expensive ones she could find.
These will fetch a nice price on the market for sure.
The woman slipped from the room, back to the walls and windows, and into the forest. She back-tracked until she came upon a small camp a couple miles away from the mansion.
Slipping from her gear, the woman walked to the nearby stream and looked her reflection. With dull, straight red hair, bright silver eyes, and flawless skin, she was Bainil. It meant Beautiful Female in elvish.
Only I would be cursed with such a name. Maybe it is time to take a different name. Maybe Deninil, Silent Woman, or Rewil, Untamed Female. Both are perfect...hmm, to chose, to chose...
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The trip back to her home of Minis Tirith, or Gondor, was long from leaving Edoras, or Rohan. By the time she reached her 'home',it was already dark and very much dangerous. Already she had to fight a pickpocket off her purse of coins. Which didn't have much anyways.
She lived in a shabby lodging by the Great Gate. Closer you are to danger, cheaper the rent. Bainil didn't even count the place a 'lodging' in her book. It was run-down, smelly, and full of rats.
Home sweet home!
The lady who ran the lodging was horrid, ugly, fat, mean, and greedy. Her name, nobody knew, but they all called her Uga. The lodge was called The Snoring Serpent. The sign had a picture of a giant sleeping snake. The Sign itself only hung on the post by one chain, the other rusted and broke, leaving the sign lopsided.
"Good Night, Uga. I hope you have nightmares and you keel over in your sleep," called Bainil. Uga grumbled from behind the front counter and went back to murdering her chicken leg.
Sickening hag! I keep you alive for her, and only her! I hope you choke on the chicken leg! No, wait, don't. Whatever...
Bainil walked up the stairs, and into room 8. The living room/kitchen/dining room was pitch black except for the small sliver of green light that came through the grimy window at the other end of the room. Bainil sulked into the room, and started to rid herself of her weapons. Her bow and quiver, then her twin daggers, then her hidden throwing knifes, hidden daggers, and lastly her bracers that had hidden knives that came out when she flexed a certain muscle in her arms. Then she stripped of her armor until she was only in her black tunic and gray leggings.
She set her traveling pack the door and her money purse in a hole in the wall. Grabbing the pouch with the stolen goods, she dropped it in a dresser drawer.
Slowly and quietly, she crept into the room with the faintest of glows coming from under the door. In the middle of the door was a the name Glawen written in a fading pink, with butterflies and bird surrounding the name.
Entering the room, Bainil's eyes immediately went to the small bed at the corner of the room. There a little lump rose and fell evenly. Under a blanket of pink, was a small head of brown hair with it back to the door.
Ah, she is asleep. Good. No pain in the land of Irmo. May the Valar of dreams treat her well while she is in his realm. Or else.
Quickly closing the door again, Bainil walked to the window and wiped off a spot so she could see the front of the lodging and the streets of Minis Tirith. A few people still wandered the streets despite the blinding rain. Bainil looked to the sky, which was black.
The clouds shifted, and let a ray of silver moonlight hit Bainil.
You think this little act of wonder and kindness will repay me for what you did? No, you left us. You left me, and little Glawen, my little light. She is the only light I need in darkness, so take you petty moonlight and leave us alone. We needed when you left, but now we don't. So go the fuck away, and never bother us again! You are no mother! You are a witch! A witch!
The clouds shifted again, blocking the moon. Bainil smiled, the first one to actually travel to her eyes, and walked away from the window to lay on a rug on the ground. She pulled a pillow and blanket off from the top of the dresser, and laid down to sleep.
Manwe, forgive me for my actions. I do what I do because I have to. Irmo, grant me no dreams, but grant my sister the sweetest of heavens.
With that, she drifted into a dark abyss, no dreams or nightmares. Just resting her body, and hoping for a better future.
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Disclaimer:*Checks bank accounts* Yup, i own nothing except Bainil and Glawen. The rest goes to Tolkien. Not that I'm jealous or anything... *Bangs head against desk*