Thorin kept his promise and taught Ellanar to fight with a sword. It was easy for her, though, as if she were simply recalling and old skill. Maybe she had been, she didn't know.
After a great many years, Erebor became a home to El, yet that was the year the great fire-drake came. It easily broke the futile resistance that the dwarves put up, and Ellanar was glad that Thorin had been away, since he would have died to hold his kingdom. And good old Lîth too.
She fled with the tide of dwarves, her feet halting as she passed an army with their king astride and elk. Elves. Her kin? Selfish ones, if they could stand to watch this destruction.
"You, king! You sit happily, an army behind you, and do naught! Is your heart so full of ice? I'm talking to you!" The elf glared haughtily at her, something flickering behind his eyes. Confusion?
"Erebor is my home, its people are my family. You just sit there as if helpless when you could be doing some good-". But El was forced to follow the end of the fleeing crowd. Angry tears pricked at the back of her eyes as she followed the dejected dwarves. Some people would just have to change.
Long time no update! Can't quite remember who reviewed, but thanks anyways :-). I'm not really sure why El wants to learn to fight with a sword, actually. (I may have said this before) but it's a fanciful notion given to me by the Valar and plot bunnies. Orn just a fanciful notion.
If anyone would like to beta my first attempt at a Teitho entry, it would be much appreciated… Just PM me. And don't throw up, or bring a bag.