Disclaimer: I don't own 'Lord of the Rings'; Mythri, however, is mine, as is her history, her family, and pretty much everything else about her. Good rule to follow: if you find an OC in this story, it probably belongs to me, if it doesn't, I'll let you know.
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Mythri laughed; her mother loved to tickle her.
She could here Marsed laughing, too.
Yyrn ran in. He was shouting something.
Mother stopped tickling... she looked scared...
.........
"Get in," said Yyrn. "You'll be safe in here."
"But it's dark in there!" said Mythri. "I don't want to!"
"What's wrong?" asked Marsed. "Why is everyone so scared?"
"Elves are coming," said Siran...
.........
They had horrible, bright eyes. Faces that seemed to glow...
They were coming closer... she could feel Marsed clutching her in the dark.
"Well now!" she could hear the elf murmur to himself...
.........
Marsed! Where was Marsed? Why was he not there? She needed him!
Where--?
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"Mythri!"
"Wha-?"
"Mythri, it's time to wake up," said Aragorn, more gently.
"Oh, right..." said Mythri, sitting up.
"Are you alright?" asked Elladan.
"I'm fine," she said, glaring hard at him.
No matter what, she wasn't going to show these elves any weakness.
I'm so sorry, that I haven't updated in so long! I lost my manuscript! So from now on, everything I write is writen is new.
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~Princess Arimae