Moonlights Mist Chapter Four
Time Spent
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A warning to all in this chapter is what Juli/Telume-hiise and Rosalyn/Isilme had been doing the ten years before Gandalf tells Frodo about the ring. However you'll notice that the time only adds up to eight years. I have it that way for reason. Also you'll find most of this chapter was about Telume-hiise it won't always be so.
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I own nothing, but the OC's.
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Thanks to my BETA Spelllesswonder29
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"Elfish"
' Entish'
'Thinking'
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Middle Earth
Mirkwood
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"No, no! You're doing it wrong!" Shouted a male voice as Telume-hiise flinched slightly mid movement and stopped. Letting out a deep sigh she turned to look at her weapons instructor.
"What did I do wrong this time? Did I forget to point my foot?" She said in a tight voice trying not to show her annoyance as she raised her arms to sheathe her dual Elfish short swords. Once they were resting in their sheaths on her back she spoke. "Or perhaps I forgot to turn my head this way or that?" She turned her head from side to side to show emphasis on her words. "Oh wait I know!" She said clapping her hands together. "I didn't smile." She said her voice low and filled with malice.
Her instructors mouth twitched at the sides. "No not the first two, but you did forget to smile." Her instructor sighed softly. "Your stance is correct. However, your left blade was tilting more than it should have been." He said walking over to stand in the practice ring in front of her. "That means that your grip was loose. When your grip is loose in a battle what does that mean Telume-hiise?"
Telume-hiise groaned softly. "Forgive me my terse comments." She said softly feeling slightly ashamed that she had snapped at him. "Kaano-."(commander)
Loomin smiled as he held a hand up. He knew that if he didn't then Telume-hiise would go on apologizing for hours. "Think nothing of it. Today is, after all, your last day here in Mirkwood. You've spent three years here learning about a foreign culture, language and tactics." He paused as he began to walk away. "I can only imagine how all this could damage one mentally. Let alone a small child."
Telume-hiise glared at her sword master, but couldn't keep the smile from her face. "I am not a child, Old Man! And I'm not damaged in the brain, nor small!"
Shaking her head she walked to a nearby tree that she always sat in and climbed up, claiming her usual spot. For some reason she swore there were days it could sing and being in any tree at all had always made her feel more relaxed. She'd have to enjoy her time with the tree, for it was to be their last for a long time.
It had been five years since she and Isilme had been found by Tom in Old Forest. He and his wife Goldberry had taken both she and Isilme into their home and hearts. They where taught the history of Entar(Middle Earth) from the very beginning. How Tom had known so much of the history, even things not mentioned in the books they studied, she and Isilme couldn't even begin to guess. However it was after the two years of studying the history and landscapes that Tom had told her of a surprise. He had decided to send her away to learn the art of healing, and Isilme was to go to Imladris to train her 'sight' with Lord Elrond.
At first she didn't really understand why she was to go to Mirkwood when Lord Elrond was a distinguished healer among the realms. However, around the middle of her second year she understood. Lord Elrond may have been a renowned healer, but he could only teach her how heal using normal methods. Brews and such. While the Elves of Mirkwood had somewhat more magical healing methods which she found similar to hers. While theirs still used brews and creams and other various healing salves they also used chanting. Which had been proven to heal wounds faster. Her powers however called for just chanting and if she focused hard enough no chanting at all. The healers all caller her power a gift from the Valor. Though she still had a long way to go before she could fully control it. A reason why in the morning she was to head to Imladris.
Slowly her thoughts drifted to how she had changed since her arrival to Entar. She was still short, not standing more than four foot ten, something the local Prince always loved to tease her about. Her once short midnight black hair she'd allowed grow past her mid back. Her hair usually adorned with the Mirkwood warrior braids at each temple with beads. Her hair usually looking windswept even when brushed. Her once dark blue eyes had lightened to blue-green color. Making them unlike any color she or any of her Elvin friends had seen. Her skin had become a rich deep brown from hours spent in the sun, a difference from when she'd first arrived. Her dress had changed little as she still wore a loose tunic and legging. Always in brown and greens.
Smiling as she thought about all of the things that have happened and changed over the past years she couldn't help but think about Isilme, and what she could be doing at this moment. Today would mark three years since she'd seen her friend.
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Middle Earth
Imladris
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Lord Elrond watched his pupil, a human, who had arrived two years ago deep in meditation. She was brought by none other than Tom Bombidil, a being that every Elf knew of, but rarely got to see. At first he had to say that he was shocked that the small man would bring him a human with the Sight. However, once he began to train her he found she possessed a strong sense of Sight. Even stronger than his. Over the years though he'd also noticed that her visions where also subject to change. They very rarely ever ended the way she originally saw.
He had to admit that he was glad when she came, for Tom told him about the Tree Fae, and Old Man Willow, bringing the two girls to Entar. And her name Isilme Naule. He'd almost laughed when he first heard it. She was part of the prophecy. He would have had to be a fool not to see it. Tom had also told him that the other young human would come as the other left. So after Isilme left tomorrow he would have to keep his eyes open for the other young woman who would come for his teaching in healing. Something he didn't often offer.
Isilme drew in a deep breath. This was to be her last day in Imladris. The end of her three year training. Her teacher who had taught he about her visions was Lord Elrond. However his twin sons had helped her with her swordsmanship. Her favored weapon being a scimitar. The twins never understood why she liked a weapon that seemed to be curved, flawed is what they called it. It was a weapon she'd seen in a dream once and asked the smithy to make it for her. Luckily the smithy did as asked, but thought her strange for using a curved sword. She personally liked it because when a straight sword hit her scimitar it always slid off the end of the curved of the sword. Usually the force of the glancing blow would send the twins tumbling to the ground.
The twins had also taught her how to shoot a bow. They also took her out in the woods with Aragorn and the Dunedain Rangers. They had taught her how to survive in the mountains, where food was scarce, and water more so depending where they where. They taught her how to track animals and collect water from the air. They taught her how to survive on the frost bitten peaks of the Misty Mountains. In all if she truly thought back on it they had taught her how to survive in the most harsh of weather conditions. From extreme heat to extreme cold. It was something she assumed Elrond thought that she would need to know for the future and she trusted Elrond.
However after today she was to leave in the early morning for Old Forest where she would once more live with Tom and Goldberry. There she knew that Tom would teach her how to survive in the forests, and teach her the Lore of Middle Earth. Though she had enjoyed her time with Elrond, the twins, Aragorn and Arwen she couldn't help but want to go and see Tom. Isilme wanted to see Telume-hiise the most though. It's been three years since she'd seen her childhood friend. At least who she felt was her child hood friend. When they where both found by Tom five years ago they didn't remember anything. All she knew was that she could speak Elfin and that through some weird twist Telume-hiise was able to speak Entish.
She knew it would be yet another three or so years before she saw her friend again. For when she sets out from Imladris Telume-hiise would set out from Mirkwood. If their path would cross she didn't know. She longed to see her friend and the changes that had occurred over their years apart. She remembered Telume-hiise as a short tempered pixie like young woman. Always getting into trouble and pulling her along.
She herself had changed little over the years. Her hair had changed from her strawberry blond to a bright platinum. Her hair she usually wore in a tight braid that hung down her back, the tip reaching the back of her knees. Her eyes had darkened to a deep forest green that many said shined like emeralds. She was still tall, many had mistaken her for an Elfling when she first arrived. She stood around five foot ten, tall for a human female. Yet for all her time spent in the sun with various Elves she still retained her light skin tone. Her skin was white like a cloud that floated in the sky. The way she dressed was always clean cut and tailored to her body. Usually in shades of blue and white.
She sighed deeply as she opened her eyes, coming out of her thoughts. She wasn't shocked to look up from her place on the floor and find Lord Elrond sitting in a nearby chair reading. It was usually how she found him.
Lord Elrond looked at his pupil a kind smile upon his face. "Are you feeling more calm?" He asked softly marking his place in his book. "The prank the twins pulled had you riled up from what I heard. Would you mind telling me what they did?" He said putting the book on a nearby side table.
Isilme rolled her eyes as she stood in one fluid movement to take a seat in a chair across from Lord Elrond. "The twins decided to throw me a farewell prank." She paused thinking. "It wasn't really a prank. At least I'm not sure what it was. It was more of… A proposal." She said softly.
Lord Elrond looked at Isilme with a raised brow. "Proposal?" He watched as she nodded. "Of what nature may I ask?"
Isilme cleared her throat. "I believe it was of the marital nature my Lord. Whether they were only joking or not I did not stay to find out." She paused as a blush spread across her face. "Not that I would not like to be related to you my Lord, but-"
"You where most upset that they would dare to pull suck a prank." Elrond said in knowing voice. "I understand. Knowing them it was most assuredly done in good humor. Though they should know better than to do such a thing." Elrond stood with a grace that came from being an Elf. "I will speak with them." He smiled slightly as he looked out his study window. "It grows late and you leave on the morrow."
Isilme smiled slightly as she stood and nodded. She knew that Lord Elrond would indeed speak with his sons about suck a prank, and that he wanted her to get some rest before her travels. Feeling relaxed she took Lord Elrond offered arm and sighed as she closed her eyes and allowed him to guide her to her room. Once there he opened the door he left her to her nightly routine.
Isilme changed out of her training clothing and in to a night gown of sky blue. After doing so she walked to her armoire and began to sort through her clothing. Slowly she began to pack her bag, only taking tunics and leggings knowing they would be more comfortable than the dresses she usually wore. Once satisfied that she didn't forget anything she yawned and walked over to her bed. Crawling into it she slowly fell sleep.
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Mirkwood
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Telume-hiise sighed as she listened to the soft rumbling of the tree she sat in. It was low and gravelly sounding, nice and relaxing. Like listening to an rich baritone voice tell a story. Personally she didn't want to leave Mirkwood. It was a place that was surrounded by trees of all kinds. Willow, birch, pine. So many different species. So many different voices that could be heard, so many stories that could be told. Sighing once more she closed her eyes and watched as the sun began to set.
"Telume! Telume! Where are you?" She heard a voice call out from under her.
"Legolas if you must shout to find me your hearing in slipping." She said, her voice having a teasing tone to it.
Legolas laughed softly as he looked up. Surly enough there was the woman he thought of as a sister. "Father says that you are to come down. You've a long trip ahead of you tomorrow and he wants you well rested."
Telume rolled her eyes as she pushed herself from the tree trunk and jumped from the tree. She landed in a crouch in front of Legolas. Standing she looked up at him with a quirked brow. Even standing she barely reached his mid chest. "The king wishes me to rest? Are you sure it is not you who wishes it? Though the king has been kind he does not favor me in the least."
Legolas smiled. "Once more you are correct Titta Ravenne (little Lioness)." He said placing and arm around her shoulders in a half hug. "I've seen you as a ward of mine for some time and want you at full strength when you leave tomorrow."
Telume rolled her eyes as she pushed his arms away from her. "Legolas…" She said fondly as she began to walk away. "I'll see you in the morning."
Legolas smiled as he nodded and walked slowly behind her to make sure she made it to her room. Once she made it inside he left to go about his business.
Telume sighed as she pulled her boots off, quickly followed by her leggings and coat. She let them drop to the floor and smiled as she crawled into her bed. Listening to the trees she fell asleep.
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Imladris
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Isilme hummed softly as she began to double check her packs. When she was sure she had everything she needed she began to dress for the days ahead. Walking to her armoire she pulled out a dark blue tunic, followed by black leggings and matching black knee high boots. Stripping off her night gown she pulled on the leggings and tunic that fit her like a second skin. She smiled slightly. Arwen had always made sure that even her tunics where tailored. Arwen's reason was this: 'Just because you need to dress like a man when your train does not mean you should wear a potato sack. You are still a lady and should be recognized as one.' She smiled. When Arwen had first see her in an oversized tunic she had nearly given her a two hour lecture about wearing a man's clothes. How it wasn't proper for a lady to wear them and if she was then they needed to be tailored so all could tell she was a lady.
After dressing she quickly pulled a brush through her hair, freeing it of all tangles. Once she was satisfied she braided it tying a leather thong at the end. Sighing softly she placed her feet inside of her boots and began to lace them up, tying them once she was done. Picking up her pack she slung it over her back, making sure it was secured. With a sigh escaping her lips she walked to her bedroom door and opened it, grunting softly as she ran into someone.
Looking up she saw that it was none other than Lord Elrond. "I've come to see you off and wish you a safe journey." He said pulling out a small wrapped parcel. "The twins apologize for their behavior." He said pausing as Isilme took the parcel. "Wrapped inside are a few food supplies the kitchen staff thought you might enjoy on your way to Old Forest." He watched as she placed it in her pack. "Come." Lord Elrond said offering Isilme his arm.
Isilme took the arm Lord Elrond offered to her. "You know that this will not be the last we see of each other Lord Elrond." She listened as Lord Elrond chuckled softly, the suns beams just beginning to rise over the mountains.
"Yes I am aware." H paused in speaking as he lead her through the gardens. "But next we meet it shall be about something most unpleasant."
Isilme nodded as she watched the gate slowly come into view. "I am aware." She released Lord Elronds arm and smiled. "This is where we must part, but we shall meet again." She turned and began to walk off before stopping to turn back. "You might want to watch out for Telume. She has a temper to rival an Ork's and right hook that could knock one out."
Lord Elrond laughed as he watched Isilme walk away down the path that he knew would take her back to Old Forest. Back to Tom. Smiling sadly he began to walk back the way he came to wait.
As she began her four week walk back to Old Forest Isilme couldn't help but to think why she had been upset at the twins. She saw them both as brothers. Hell she'd even helped them plan most of their pranks over the last few years. The last thing she wanted to do was marry one of the two men she considered brothers. She shook her head as she walked slowly. She should have known it was a joke and thinking back she didn't even get to say goodbye.
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Mirkwood
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Telume groaned softly as she turned over in her bed. Opening her eyes she heard a knocking noise. "Go away!" She yelled pulling the covers over her head. She heard the sound of her door opening and a deep chuckle.
"Come now it is almost dawn and you must be going." Legolas said softly as he walked over to her bed. "Father has given me permission to ride with you through the Misty Mountains." His smile grew as he watched a small hand exit the bundle of blankets and gave him the 'shoo' gesture. Shaking his head he reached for her blankets and pulled them off of her while turning quickly. He'd learned the hard way that she slept in only a tunic. Something that had made him blush greatly when he'd first saw her. "You have five minutes to get ready. I've already packed us a bag, or two." He said leaving the room.
Telume growled as she curled into a ball listening to Legolas speak. He was always such a morning person, and it had always pissed her off. She opened her eyes when she heard her bedroom door shut. Swearing softly she sighed deeply as she quickly sat up, her tunic falling off of one of her shoulders as she rubbed her eyes. Yawning slightly she stood from her bed and smiled as she pulled one yesterdays clothing. She was going to be traveling, and saw no sense in wearing clean clothing. AS she pulled on her brown leather boots she could help but think of all she was going to miss. Most of which where the trees, and wild life. Very few people she knew she would miss.
Legolas, however, was going to be one of the few people she was going to miss. Ever since she'd first arrived he'd taken her under his wind. Though Loomin was supposed to teach her how to fight, and shoot a bow Legolas had taken it upon himself to teacher how to use a bow personally. Over the years he'd teased her about her height and the fact that she dressed and acted like a man. However, afterward he was always quick to point out that if she ever dressed like a proper lady she would put any woman of the court to shame. She'd grown to see him as an older brother figure, and he had also grown to see her as a little sister.
Though he never said it she knew it was obvious. He'd always make sure that she had everything she needed, from clothing to weapons, and even, much to her dissatisfaction, made sure that her maids bathed her. She couldn't help but shudder at that thought.
When she'd first arrived she'd refused to bathe as she had just had a bath the day before. Legolas had forced her into her bathing chambers and left only to lock the door. From there the maids took over. Forcing her into the large tub and continued under their Princes orders to bath her. Every. Single. Day. Of course now she was used to it, and only bathed under one condition. That the maids never lay a hand on her. They could stay in the room, but touch her and they died.
Giggling softly at the memory she walked to the door, and opened it, quickly poking a head out to see if Legolas was around. Unfortunately, for her, he was standing just down the hall with two packs. Groaned softly as she closed her eyes and rolled her head back she moved into the hall, making sure to close the door. When she turned to Legolas she opened her eyes and made her way over to him and took the pack he offered to her. When he smiled at her gave her most deadly glare. Luckily, for him, he was smart enough not to speak to her after the awakening he had given her.
She followed, still half asleep, as he lead the ways to the stables and saddled two horses. Her lips pulled upward into a smirk. He was such a gentleman. She took the reins of the horse that he handed her, a dark gray dappled stallion and watched as he laced his fingers for her. Placing her foot in his laced fingers she was helped onto the horse. She and Legolas had found out in the third week in Mirkwood that she trouble getting on to horses. Ever since he had helped her to get on any horse she was about to ride. She sighed softly as he pulled himself into his saddle. She was going to miss the simple routines she and Legolas had set up. Slowly she followed him as he led his horse into the woods, taking the first step to her new home in Imladris.
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Five Weeks Later
Old Forest
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Isilme smiled as she ran through Old Forest, her feet bare. A week ago she had arrived and it felt as though she had been set free. While in Imladris she knew she had to act a proper lady. Wearing dresses, and having her hair perfect, trying to act like everyone else. A perfect Lady. However as soon as she stepped foot in Old Forest one week ago a smile had spread across. She could feel the Tree Fae and trees welcoming her home. She felt their magic envelope her, and sense of freedom she'd rarely felt the last three years had reared its' head. The first thing she'd done when she'd arrived was take off her travel worn boots and close her eyes to simply feel the earth beneath her feet. The thrum of magic that uniquely belong to Old Forest. It's magic was ancient and the voice of the trees older. Deeper.
Now though she no longer wore her travel tunic and leggings, but instead she wore a light blue dress that stopped beneath her knees with no sleeves. She and Goldberry had altered the dress when she arrived at her long missed home. Her long hair was trailing behind her as she ran, no longer in a braid but loose. It's tendrils wrapping around one another, whipping this way and that as she released a joy filled laugh. Tom had decided to give her three weeks off before their training started. Most of it she was sure she was going to be spending in the woods and talking to Old Man Willow. The old tree had always listened to her or Telume when they needed to tell someone about something.
She let out a series of laughs and giggles as she climbed a near by tree with dexterity she'd picked up during her training. Once she balanced her self on a thick branch she quickly began to jump from tree to tree. She could feel the trees as their branches tried to move out of her way. She shook her head as she almost missed a branch and slapped the tree she was on which twisted slightly. "Play nice." She said softly as she jumped to another tree. Playing in the forest with the trees and local animals.
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Somewhere Near Imladris
Five weeks after departure
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Telume sighed aggravated as she looked around. Legolas had left her after they had crossed the Misty Mountains, taking both horses wit him. At first she didn't have a problem with it then three days into her travel one of her boots was taken by some animal. Now she was roaming through the forests with no shoes on, thus leading to holes in her leggings and scratches along her legs and feet. This is why she hated being her sometimes. She always seemed to get in trouble, or hurt herself. It was also times like these when she cursed her healing gift. For some reason she always healed faster than a human, but always had scars no matter how small the cut. According to her count since she left the Misty Mountains she'd added at least twenty small scars to those already on her legs.
Growling softly she looked to a nearby tree. It was a pine tree. From all the Pines that she knew most where kind and willing to give advice. "Am I on the correct path to Imladris?" She asked the nearby Pine tree. She saw it's leaves still, it's trunk twisting as though to look at her. She stood still waiting for an answer to her question. When a few minutes went by and she though she wasn't going to get an answer she turned around and began walking away. She paused when she felt a branch gently touch her shoulder. Turning slightly she found it was another near by Pine.
"It is rare to find one who is not tree, Fae, nor Ent that speak this language traveler. What is your name?" The Pine tree asked lifting it's branch from her shoulder.
Telume couldn't help but smile. For a tree, one she'd never met, to speak to her made her happy. Never mind that the language took a long time to speak, even in short tounge. "Telume-hiise Mii Artuile." She spoke loudly, and noticed that every tree within earshot seemed to shake.
The tree in front her was no exception. "The Mother." It said softly. The words echoing through out the nearby forest area. She'd been called that once before. When she'd first arrived in Mirkwood. "You are well on your way. I have passed word to the others to show you to the river city. Another day or two and you will be on it's boarders. Beware the creatures."
Telume smiled and nodded her thanks to old pine tree. When she turned she noticed that tree branches seemed to move forming a path. She laughed softly as she noticed that the path didn't have a single twig on it. That would make the trek far more easy on her feet. Back in good spirit Telume stepped on the path to continue her way to Imladris. True to the Pines words the trees seemed to create a path for her, even days later when Imladris finally came into view.
From atop her place on a cliff she frowned pulling a lock of hair from behind her. Her hair was covered in debris from her constantly falling down. Sighing she shrugged. She knew that meeting Lord Elrond as she was would look bad for her, but she really didn't care. After being lost for nearly three days and being guided by trees for the last two she just wanted to have a bath. A thought that had actually surprised her.
Looking to the sun she realized she'd have to wait for first light to travel down to the river city before her. Sighing as she watched the sun set below the horizon she pulled out the blanket she'd been using from her pack and wrapped it around her shoulders. Closing her eyes she listened to the sound of the forest and began to pick the various leaves and twigs form her hair. For the last few nights she'd been trying to get used to the forest that surrounded her. At times she was able to hear it's voice others it disappeared completely.
Opening her eyes as she felt the warmth from the sun disappear from her skin she stood and climbed onto a thick branch. Once she was settle on it she hung her pack from the branch above her. She drew in a deep breath as she closed her eyes for the night, hoping that she wouldn't fall out.
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Glorfindel narrowed his eyes as he and two other soldiers rode the forests surrounding their home. He could feel something was off as they rode high on the cliffs. The sun had barely climbed it's way over the mountain when they had set out on patrol, but they knew the path well enough to travel in the dark of night. He couldn't help but groan softly as he listened to the two behind him. They where going on and on about the women they planned to marry.
He'd decided long ago their talk wouldn't be so bad, or irritating, if they didn't speak the same drabble every day. He pulled his steed to a stop when he heard the soft steady intake of breath that indicated someone was sleeping. Pulling to the side of the trail he dismounted his horse. Standing still his ears now heard nothing. He signaled for his two subordinates to scan around the area.
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Telume drew her dual short swords as she was startled out of her light slumber by approaching hoof beats. Reacting on instinct she dropped onto the forest floor in a crouch, her short swords in her hands. She peered out from behind the bush in front of her and saw three riders. One was a blond, the other two brunettes. By the look of them she could tell they where soldiers and from what her sleep fogged mind could tell the blond one was a higher rank. She stayed silent as she watched them search on silent feet. Her body tensing when one would pass right by the bush she was crouched behind.
After a few minutes the two lower ranking soldiers disappeared to search deeper into the forest. She noticed though that the blond one seemed to be looking in her direction. Slowly she watched as she he began to walk towards her, stopping only when he was in front of the bush. She listened to the sound of metal as he unsheathed his sword. Cursing once more in her head she drew in a steady breath and closed her eyes focusing herself. Opening her eyes she brought her swords close to her body and with as much force as she could muster brought the dull side of her swords down on the blond mans foot.
She smiled slightly when she heard him scream out in pain and grab his foot, falling to the ground. She stood knowing that her cover was already blown and knowing also that the other two where on their way back. Sure enough a few second later she was greeted with two swords coming at her.
One was aiming for her head, the other her stomach. With a smirk she ducked out of the way of the swords and rolled to put some distance between her and their blades. The two men she was fighting easily stood at six foot, and she not even five. She knew she'd have to be careful. Luckily for her though the man she'd hit in the foot as still rolling on the ground, one of the two men had left to see to him.
The man that stood before her charged at speed that had left her slightly shocked. Elf. That was the only thing he could be to move fast enough to phase her. She brought her twin swords up to block his attack, only to be pushed off balance. Cursing softly she fell backward. Allowing her body to fall she pulled her legs underneath her forcing her body into a back roll. As she exited her back roll she pulled her body into a crouch, her swords up in a defensive position as she noticed that the blond man was up. She growled loudly, her lips pulled back into a slight snarl. She'd noticed that the two other men had now joined the one that had charged at her. The blond one limping slightly. She stood staring at the men before her.
The two who had attacked her stood swords ready, hostility in their eyes. While the blond merely looked curious. That was all she had time to observe before the two brunettes where running at her again. She slipped into a defensive position, standing her ground.
"Putta! Tulunka lyaa falquan!" (Stop! Steady your swords) The two soldiers stopped and returned to their leaders side. "Man toi lyaa,,ar man to lyaa pohar ten?"(Who are you, and what is your purpose here?)
Telume still held her swords at the ready, her face emotions less as she looked at the blond man. She smirked. "My purpose is to see Lord Elrond."
The blond mans eyes narrowed. "Why would a small boy wish to see Elrond?"
Telume sighed deeply, trying to contain her anger, as she sheathed her swords. She stood tall, glaring. "I am not a boy. I am Telume-hiise Mii Artuile." She watched as understanding dawned upon all three men's faces.
"I see." The blond man bowed. "I am Glorfindel, my Lady, please forgive my mistake of your gender."
Telume nodded her head. "It is understandable,and you are forgiven. I am after all very travel…. worn." She sighed as she closed her eyes and rubbed them. "I'm also sorry for attacking you, but never sneak up on a sleeping warrior."
Glorfindel nodded as he signaled for his men to get back on their horses. He followed suit climbing on his. "Lord Elrond has been expecting you." He said looking down at the young woman. She wore a dark green tunic that had small holes and leggings which where caked in mud and what assumed to be blood. However, she wore no boots. "What happened to you boots?" Glorfindel asked as he held his hand out to her.
Telume laughed as she grabbed his hand, pulling herself onto his horse. "They got stolen by an animal five days ago." She heard his laughter, followed by that of the other two men.
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