Haldir

Gund stomped on with the limpness on his back. The weight would moved as he walked down the side of the river. The forest made the horse uneasy as he carried his unconscious mistress, the arrow still lodged in her thigh, staining her white dress with blood. Suddenly seeing a flash of golden, the horse looked over to the woods to see nothing. Gund quickened his pace not away, but to the forest where he saw the flash. He trudged into the forest as he weaved through the trees. It wasn't like the forest of Mirkwood he had stayed in for so long, it was like the forest his mistress found him in.

Taking a turn, an arrow was stuck into the horse's face. Gund startled, jumping up in fright. His mistress fell from his back and fell softly in the grass, her face covered by her blond hair and hood. Gund sprinted away as fast as he could, leaving his mistress with the elves.

"Quite odd for a women to be traveling alone." Rumil stated, putting his bow on his back. "What do you think, brother?" He looked back to his brother, Haldir. His other brother, Orophin, went to round up the beast that threw the maiden.

"She must have been separated from her group. That is all I can say for I know not why she is unconscious." Haldir muttered, walking over to the girl.

"She must have come from the river, her party could have been attacked and driven her here." Rumil said as he watched his brother shake the girl's shoulder. She didn't respond as Orophin came back with Gund, his face almost pale as if he had seen something horrific.

"Haldir," Orophin said, his voice shaken.

"This horse, it's Lady Serethiel's horse. He's suppose to be in Mirkwood." Haldir looked back at his two brother's before looking back to the girl. Taking his long fair fingers, he hook the women's hood and ripped it back. Haldir looked upon her fair face and sucked in a shocked breath.

"Lady Seretheil..." He trailed off, caressing her high cheek bones.

"Is it really her? How can this be?!" Rumil gasped leaning over Haldir's shoulder. He frowned as something hard and small stuck out of her cloak. Peeling back the fabric, the first thing he saw was red. The wound upon Lady Serethiel's right thigh began to bleed even more as the arrow was disturbed.

"GET SOME MEDICAL SUPPLIES!" Haldir yelled as he picked up the maiden, running as fast as he could to his group. The other Elves gave him odd looks but began to worry as they saw the blood. Rumil laid the supplies in a tent as they called for a healer. Haldir, Rumil, and Orophin waited outside patiently as they waited for the Healer to be finished.

"Haldir, I don't think that's Lady Serethiel." Orophin mumbled, sitting on a log.

"Of course it's her!" Rumil growled, hitting Orophin's arm. "How could it not? She's clearly not Arwen."

"Why do you think so, brother?" Haldir questioned, crossing his arms across his armor clad chest.

"Her hair for one, how could she have turned her hair colour? 'Tis impossible! Lady Serethiel's hair was a black so dark that some thought it was darker than the darkness of night." Orophin explained, looking up to Haldir then to Rumil.

"It must be her. There is no mistake!" Rumil exclaimed. Haldir stayed quiet as he thought. Was it really Serethiel? The healer came from the tent with bloodied hands and an arrow head. The she-Elf hand long brown hair with grey eyes and grey robes that were stain by Sera's blood.

"She is fine. I would advise that you to take a look at something." The healer beckoned Haldir to the tent as she went in first.

"In all my life of healing, I have never seen such a mark." The healer knelt next to Sera as Haldir sat on the other side. Her upper half was cover by the blanket and her dress she wore before was folded beside her pillow. She laid with her face down, snoring softly as her back rose with her healer pulled back the blanket to reveal a black marking. Along the left side of her back, a dragon danced across her skin like a skilled painting. Haldir gasped, taking his hand to touched the marked flesh. It came up to her shoulder then end all the way at her hip.

"What witch craft is this? Such an odd mark." He stated, looking over the mark one last time. It almost looked red around the edges of black, like a knife teased the skin.

"Get her some clothes for when she wakes up." Haldir order, walking straight out of the tent.

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Sera woke as someone left her tent. She looked around in confusion as she felt her wounded leg. I was almost healed but not quite. Looking down at her clothes, she saw her body covered with a dark green tunic and black leggings.

Something furry and grey sat beside her bed, folded neatly. All Sera could remember was being hit by the goblins's arrow. Where was Gund? Was she safe? Did Thranduil and Legolas survive?

Slowly inching out of bed, Sera stood for the first time in what seemed like days. Her legs were weak as her legs wobbled then gave way. Sitting back on the bed, she took the pair of boots that were laid out for her and put the folded grey fur in her lap. It almost looked like a wolves coat before she wrapped around her shoulders to put it on.

Sera stumbled out of the tent to see a man with blond hair sharpening his weapons. He had a look on his face that seemed dangerous. Not liking where she was, she raced off to find Gund, avoiding other blond long-haired men.

She found Gund tied up on a fence with his gear still on. Sera tip toed over to her horse and untied him. Gund turned to look at her as she hesitantly touched his neck. Sera suddenly heard yelling and she took that as her cue to run.

"She's gone!" Sera heard a man yell.

"Alert Haldir!" She heard another shout. Sera mounted and cantered off into the forest. She didn't even think about the speed, she just ripped through the tree until she found a road. It was a pebble road that went off into the woods but didn't say whether it went in to the forest or out.

She growled in frustration as she heard the men running around trying to find her.

"Serethiel!" Someone called. Was it Legolas? He had called her that when they had first met. A man dressed in armor and had his blond hair braided on the sides came running out of the woods. His eyes widened as he took in her being. Her wound was bleeding again from the scab but was being stopped by a white bandage.

"My Lady," He bowed to her which made Sera question his motives.

"Please do not be frightened, Do you not remember me?" He asked, standing tall again from his bow.

"I have no idea who you are and why I'm here. I need the leave now." She spat, not caring what he thought of her.

"My name is Rumil. We were friends before you... passed." He paused to take a moment to look up at her. Sera was still confused as ever.

"Haldir will be very happy that you have awaken. He was baffled by the marking on your back and has sent for a master in curses. He fears Sauron has placed a final spell upon your being." She thought for a moment but the name Sauron didn't ring a bell. Why did they think her tattoo was a curse marking?

"My tattoo isn't a curse. It maybe be permanent, but not a curse." She grumbled.

"What do you mean? Of course it's a curse, the healer was shocked to the bone. She had never seen any type of markings so... defined!" He exclaimed, finally finding a word.

"I did this to myself, I wanted it. It has no effect over me at all. Haven't you ever seen a tattoo before?" Sera questioned, forgetting about her escape completely.

"No one here has ever seen anything like it!" He said, crossing his arms. He thought of her as a fraud. She didn't seem like she was real.

"Rumil! Catch her!" Another man came running out of the woods with his weapons drawn. Sera realized she was being sidetracked as she turned Gund to run in the opposite direction. The men shouted for the others to close a gate, but Gund was too fast. Gund galloped through the gates and into a grassland. She followed the river at a gallop and ran from the riders that followed her.