"You never learn, aier," she laughed a shrill, cold laugh.
"The same could be said for you, mellonamin," I ducked as she swung at me.
I lunged forward as she staggered from the weight of the sword. I slashed at her, hitting only her wrist. Blood poured from the wound, leaving mottled red stains in the snow.
"Vanimle sila tiri," I whispered, mockingly. "Or at least it would, if it weren't for your crooked nose," I smirked, as she lunged at me.
"I have learned much of your kin's light-footedness, mellonamin," I smirked as she lunged at me once more. I dodged, diving under her legs, slicing her ankle. She fell sideways, dropping her sword. I kicked it out of reach.
"Not so pleasant when it's the other way round is it? Well, for you at least…" I poked my sword at her neck. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't kill you right now," I smiled. I wanted to drag this out for as long as possible.
"You promised Aragorn, did you not?"
"I've already broken that promise. One more head to my name will change nothing,"
"He seemed so concerned for you. Why isn't he here by your side, helping his little Halfling?"
"I can handle myself, thank you very much. I don't need his protection every hour of the day," I forced my sword further into her neck.
"Cormamin lindua ele ho. Amin mela ho," she grinned evilly.
"How dare you even try and take him from me, you snake! You do not love him!"
My sword was knocked from my hand by another.
"Melamin," Came the soothing voice of my love.
"Estel, melamin," I sighed. "She is corrupt, why can we not kill her now, save her the trouble of doing it herself when I make it so her miserable existence is not worth it."
"I wanted to do the honour myself," he turned on the Elf, who lay still, eyes closed, in the snow.
"I did it for love, melamin. I did it for you," She whispered, opening her eyes to look at Aragorn.
"Snake," I spat. "You want nothing but power. Ndengina he, melamin."
We'd forgotten completely about the battle behind us, focusing only on exacting our own revenge.
"Melamin!" Aragorn cried, "Look out!" Before I could even move, I had been pulled by the shoulder onto a horse, by a cloaked Elf.
A group of them surrounded Aragorn.
"Estel!" I shouted, my vision distorted by tears.
"There is no hope," I heard Lylith shout. "Not anymore."
Elven Translations:
"Mellonamin," My friend
"Vanimle sila tiri," Your beauty shines bright
"Cormamin lindua ele ho. Amin mela ho," My heart sings to see him. I love him.
"Melamin," My love
"Ndengina he," Kill her.
"Estel," Hope
