She sat up in the tree, waiting for the next trespasser to come. She would kill anyone who came this way. She didn't know why, she just did. Perhaps it was some blood passed down to her. Perhaps it was pure instinct, but if that was so, why did she not just kill orcs, why did she kill the innocents.

Because they weren't innocent. There were only few reasons why people came here. That was only if they were in sheer panic and desperate to hide, if they were mad, or if they were grief stricken, and wanted to let everything go.

Everything.

She was rogue, unknown to her was her past, she was confused in her present, and she probably had no future. She would sit up in the trees all day, keeping watch. At night she made sure her weapons were close, just in case.

She hardly slept, though she felt as though she never needed it. And she only ate when she needed to, and when she did it was enough to last her until she needed food again.

She had killed many before, most the fowl creatures that normally inhabited the south and the mountains, but she had killed some humans and some of the fair folk, be she didn't let anything pull her down.

There were some who escaped. Obviously the Valar had other plans for them. The ones who did were thought mad, and they thought of her as a nymph of the forest, making sure it was kept safe.

It was sunset now. The red clouds glowing in the east, reflecting in her shoulder-length hair. Many would have thought her male if the hadn't seen the tattered sarong around her waist. He grey eyes set upon the ground beneath her, searching for someone to shoot at. Then her eyes caught something she hadn't seen in a long time, though she didn't know she had seen it at all.

A man and an elf. Normally, she would have shot without hesitation, but something was telling her to let them go with a warning. Without realising she opened her mouth and called out to them sternly.

"Get out!" The words escaped her lips with a sheer tone. "You know you shouldn't be here! Get out! Before you wish you had!"

Instinctually they searched for her, but she was a ventriloquist, and she made sure it went somewhere else.

They searched for her for a few minutes, but they didn't leave.

"Fools! You should have left when you had the chance!" She cried as she jumped from the tree. They wouldn't be able to see her, she was too fast, but they would see a blur.

As her feet collided with the ground, she drew her sword and matched with the man's head. She stopped, just as it would have hit him. There was something about him, something that had to live, or all would fall into darkness. She sheathed her sword and back flipped into the tree she was sitting in and let them pass. But of course! Then came the, "Who are you?" From the elf. But the question was, did he deserve an answer?