Chapter 2
In the morning she can hear rustling and as she opens her eyes her sight is clearer and she can hear scurrying of animals. She stretches her arms and sits up. On the outside of her tent she can see the shadows of two pairs of legs. Thinking them fellow campers she unzips her tent and peeks out to see two sets of arrows pointed at her head. She blinks and follows the line of sight to the faces and sees two identical men with dark brown hair and wearing what looks to be medieval clothing and matching stern glares on their faces.
"What's going on?" she angrily demands.
"Who are you?" "What are you?" both men ask simultaneously.
"Where did you come from" came a question from the trees. A blond man with another bow and arrow pointed at her asked.
"Are you forest rangers? Are you all on a hunting trip? I'm not hunting but I can show you my identification." She crawls back into her tent to get her ID. She hears more rustling as one of the dark haired men follows her into her tent.
"What manner of tent is this? What is this material? The dark haired man who follows her; puts down his bow, and pulls out a large dagger. She grabs her purse and pulls out her wallet. All three men are in her tent. The blond picks up the nearest textbook and flips through the pages. He looks at the other two and says something in a foreign language. They look at him. She looks up and notices something.
"Are those prosthetic?" she reaches over and touches the ears of the man closest to her. He dodges, leans back, and brings up his dagger. Making a small hissing sound, frowns at her and crouches sitting on the balls of his toes.
She looks down at her hands panics a moment and pulls back her sleeves. As she looks she starts to panic grabs her flashlight and shines the light on her hands.
"Oh Mother of Mercy. It's not just shadow. What's going on." She reaches over to her pack and searches for her mirror. She pulls it out frantic, looks at herself and drops her jaw. "OK, this is not a funny prank. What happened?"
Her skin is a dark grey; her normally grey eyes are now silver. Her hair is longer and a white color instead of blond and her ears have grown and are now pointed. She reaches up to her ears completely ignoring the men in the tent and touches them. "I'm a night elf." Then in true trite fashion she faints.
"Elladan, all is not as it seems. Check her to see if she is ok." "Is she one of the Dark Ones Glorfindel?" Glorfindel puts down the textbook gently and picks up her wallet she has dropped and looks at her supposed identification. He sees a human in the picture that looks the same as the woman if the Elf woman were Edain.
"Elrohir, this is material that is finely made and not anything I've seen in my travels." Elladan looks at the woman and double checks her for injury.
Elrohir looks at her Rapier and looks at the make of it and bends it looking at the flexibility. "How interesting a weapon. This is not one I have seen before." He takes out her spring loaded paring dagger and barks out a laugh when it springs out the two blades on the sides. "I want one of these!"
"All right we need to take her back to your father. Elrohir go take a message back that we will be delayed and what we have found. When we get there have Erester meet us. He needs to see these books. And send Asfaloth, we need to take all this stuff back with us and I would rather not carry anything." Glorfindel remarks as he leans over to take a closer look at the woman.
Elrohir nods places down the weapons back where they were and ducks out of the tent to complete the order.
"We need her to wake her up." Elladan leans over and places his hand on her face and chants something in Sindarin.
A/N
Please read and review and let me know what you think. (She looks Drow for the ones who want to know. So not quite Orc but not quite elf either. I will post a picture I was thinking of for the story cover.)
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