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Thanks to Alida-Fruit for her editing!
Chapter #8:
Calandra sat at a huge polished scroll desk adding up the last month's earnings. Her quick fingers darted rapidly, writing sums into an old leather-bound book. Her handwriting was thin, precise, and easy to read.
The house was a small one in the city, small and unnoticeable. She did her dealings in it, and none of the officials knew about it.
Teysrol sat in a cushioned chair, watching her with wary amusement. He had explained to the men that he was searching for someone, and had thought they might be able to help him. Unsure of what to do, they had brought the elf to their Guild Leader to see what she thought should be done.
"I think I will find myself an inn, and you can send someone to tell me what you know," wary and cautious, Teysrol shifted in his chair, uncomfortable in the house.
"You'll do no such thing, elf," She snapped, neither raising her head nor missing a stroke. "You'll sit right there and wait until I'm finished so that we can go over your problem."
Calandra turned back to her addition and subtraction, while Teysrol settled back into his chair.
Teysrol wanted desperately to leave the stifling room, to go and search for Tivadar and his captive. He could stay in the shadows, seen only when he wanted to be seen.
A man burst in on them, shouting something. Calandra growled at the interruption, and snarled at him to calm.
"Old Rory got caught by the Watch last night!" the man said haltingly under her glare, cowering before her.
For once, Calandra stopped her calculations, and turned her full attention to the man. "What?" she asked in disbelief. Rory was a member of one of her guilds, and had a fondness for ale. The Watch was the city guard, and if they managed to get Rory to talk, the guild would be found out.
"I'm afraid so. Apparently he was in the pub, had a pint or more, and spouted out his hidden career for all to hear," the man said.
"In a pub?" Calandra practically shrieked. "How many heard him?" She was nervous, this would not do.
"It was his usual time, and the place was packed," the man whispered.
Calandra emitted a low groan, curling her fingers around the book she was holding, and thought of how to solve this.
Turning to Teysrol, she gestured for him to leave. The relived elf stood and fled the room. He did not trust that woman, or anyone of her guild. It may have been a mistake to go to them.
~*~*~*
Aragorn and a cloaked and hooded Legolas and Elrohir entered the city under the cover of dark. Drunken men staggered about the street, while members of the city guard hauled them off to the Courtyard, which is where all the bandits were held. Others went about hidden under deep cloaks too, so the elves did not look totally out of place. The elves tried to adapt a human's gait, walking heavily.
"I must really learn how to imitate a human's walk, because this is the second time in a week I have had too," Legolas said softly to Aragorn, as they walked down a dark street. Aragorn chuckled softly, and nodded.
The three elves that had been helping Legolas had disappeared, and no trace was found of them. Their three wolves had been found lounging outside the city, on a cliff ridge overlooking the city. That meant the elves must be in the city somewhere, but they had no idea where.
They walked through the streets, wary of everyone, and sticking to the shadows.
"How exactly are we going to find them?" Elrohir asked. He glanced nervously about the street, eyeing the people who were walking. There were many suspicious characters in the streets, and the elf was uneasy.
"I don't know yet." Aragorn whispered back, as two men dressed in uniform marched past.
"What happened to those elves that you were with, Legolas?" Elrohir said to the other elf. Legolas shrugged, wondering the same thing.
~*~*~*
Teysrol watched as three more cloaked strangers walked past, two of which who had a slightly graceful stride. With a curious glance, he slipped forwards, moving alongside them.
He would have continued following them, but he stiffened as he recognized the man walking towards him. It was one of Calandra's thieves, who worked as a member of the Guard. Calandra had some of her employees who worked with the Watch as well, and the advantage to that was the fact that they could halt any investigation about a thievery done by Calandra's Guild. Not wanting to be discovered, Teysrol moved aside, and hid among the shadows of an alley.
~*~*~*
Aragorn held up a hand to halt them, seeing another uniformed man walking past, this one looking slightly nervous and watchful about something. Curious, since all of the uniformed men were confident about themselves.
The uniformed man continued to walk, ignoring them. With a slight gesture, Aragorn moved on as well.
It was getting dark, and they needed to find some place where they could rest for the night. Searching for a trustworthy inn was difficult in the section of the city they were in, and they had to search for many minutes before they found something that looked slightly honest.
"The Compass Rose," Legolas read, looking up at the sign above the doorway. It showed an eight-pointed compass with a rose in the center, the paint worn off with age. With a shrug, he followed the other two inside.
~*~*~*
Tivadar watched as the two elves and the ranger entered the town. He knew it was them, he had watched them since they came out of the mountains.
He had hidden himself in one of the inns, the "Cutlass," and had gotten a secure room where he did not fear discovery. The Rivendell elf was bound tightly, and was glaring at Tivadar.
Smirking at the other elf's anger, Tivadar turned away from the window. The inn keeper had been surprised at the sight of two elves, and many of the customers had hurled threats at the two of them, which they ignored.
"You stay here and behave yourself, I'm going to go and greet your friends," Tivadar said, bowing mockingly. With a smug grin, he turned and left the room, carefully locking the door. Only he and the innkeeper had the keys, and the room was hard to break into.
~*~*~*
Teysrol was confronted by the man who he had seen in Calandra's office, who bore news that Tivadar and his captive were housed in the "Cutlass" and Legolas and the other elf and the ranger were at the "Compass Rose". The man had then left to go about whatever business he had.
Slipping into the shadows, Teysrol reached the "Cutlass" just as Tivadar walked out. Being careful not to be seen by the older elf, Teysrol stiffened and froze until the elf had passed, throwing his hood up to hide his fair features.
Walking into the inn, he went straight to the innkeeper, who looked shocked at another elf walking into his inn.
"I need the keys to the room that you have given to two elves," Teysrol said.
The innkeeper, though still flustered, shook his head. Tivadar had said no one was to get into the room.
Teysrol narrowed his eyes, and drew closer to the man, who stepped backwards, not wanting to be too close to one of the hated elves.
"I need to get into that room. Let me have the key," he hissed. He had to free the Rivendell elf before Tivadar came back. Again the man shook his head, and some of the customers who were in began to inch their hands towards their weapons.
"If I cannot have the key, can I at least know which room it is?" Teysrol said, hoping the innkeeper would see nothing the matter with that.
But the innkeeper shook his head again, and pointed towards the door. With a snarled threat, Teysrol stalked out. Moving around the back of the inn, he tried to think of a way in.
~*~*~*
Aragorn and the two elves were in the common room of the inn, trying to look inconspicuous. Both elves were cloaked and hooded, and kept their heads low.
Aragorn's thoughts ran towards the three elves Tivadar had killed. He couldn't help but feel guilty about it, since he was the one who asked them to come with him and led them there.
Intent on his thoughts, he did not notice a brawl that had started until a man crashed into their table, nearly taking Legolas down. Leaping up and back, Aragorn hurriedly motioned to the elves to exit the inn until the fight was over. It would not do to have them revealed in the inn, where they were outnumbered five to one.
They slid on the out side of the fight, being careful to avoid the men.
Once out, they stood by the inn, watching the fight through the window. Legolas shook his head, not understanding how men could do that to each other as he sidestepped a man thrown through the window, the glass shattering outwards.
The brawl flowed out of the inn, into the street. Legolas tried to get to Aragorn but lost sight of him in the melee. Someone grabbed his arm and he launched a hard punch, but the other blocked it.
"Easy, Legolas, it's just me," Elrohir said, releasing Legolas's arm. Looking around, he led the other elf into a dark alley.
"Have you seen Estel?" Elrohir said worriedly, staring around at the fighting men. When Legolas shook his head, Elrohir grew even more worried, and franticly searched the crowd with his eyes.
~*~*~*
Aragorn shoved a man away, and ducked a punch from another. He had lost sight of the two elves, and desperately tried to get out of the fight.
Someone grabbed his arm and pulled him into a darkened broken down house. Aragorn was shocked at the sudden, unexpected move, and it took a moment to orient himself. Looking to the one who hauled him in, Aragorn nodded his thanks to the man.
"Seemed like ye did not want to be in that, so I thought ye would appreciate usin' me house," the rugged man said, waving an arm around the shadowed room they were in. Aragorn nodded his thanks again.
"So, who are ye, and what are ye doing in-" the man suddenly choked, his sentence ending in a gurgle. He fell to the floor, and Aragorn sensed immediate danger and turned to run to the door.
The right cross came out of nowhere, a heavy slug that caught the unsuspecting ranger in the side of the jaw.
Only the far wall kept the staggering Aragorn from falling to the floor. The ranger struggled against waves of dizziness and disorientation, fighting to find some center of balance.
Tivadar appeared out of the shadows, launching another punch that blew the air out of the stunned ranger's lungs.
Aragorn went for his sword, but a third punch, an uppercut, caught the human under the chin, lifting him up. The last thing Aragorn saw was Tivadar coming forward with ropes, most likely to tie the ranger up with.
A downward chop caught the ranger on the side of the head, bringing a myriad of flashing explosions.
Then, all went black.
~*~*~*
Legolas and Elrohir waited until the brawl settled down before they ventured out once more into the streets. The City Guard hauled some of the men still fighting off, and when they deemed it safe enough to go, the two elves slipped out and went back into the "Compass Rose".
The common room was a mess, broken tables and chairs, bottles and tankards lying about, and unconscious men draped around the room. With a sigh, they proceeded to their room.
"Wait! Wait!" someone called out behind them, from the inn door. Turning, they saw a cloaked and hooded figure moving towards them.
They watched him suspiciously, until he threw back his hood, and Legolas relaxed. Teysrol moved forward towards the other elves, and Elrohir stiffened.
"At ease, Elrohir, he is one of the ones who were bringing me to Rivendell," Legolas whispered to calm Elrohir.
"I know where the other elf is, the one Tivadar has hold of. Tivadar left, and I do not know where he is, but we need to get the elf out before he gets back," Teysrol said to their questioning look.
Elrohir looked over at Legolas, confirming the Mirkwood elf's trust in this rouge elf, and saw Legolas nod slightly to him.
Legolas was not sure about Teysrol's reason for helping, and he did not know where the other two were, and he couldn't help but feel slightly nervous with the three elves about. He would trust them for now.
Teysrol motioned for them to follow, and took a series of alleys and darkened streets to reach the inn.
"He is staying in an inn, called the "Cutlass." I know which room, because I watched Tivadar go back in once after I found the information. He is gone now, but we have to get your friend out NOW!" Teysrol said to them, pointing out the inn with a curved cutlass inscribed on a faded sign above the door. He led them around the inn, to the back where he had scouted out an easier way to get inside. The back wall was a perfect for climbing, as it was cracked into perfect hand and foot holds.
Silently gesturing up, Teysrol began to climb, followed by the doubtful Legolas and the still suspicious Elrohir. They entered through the nearest window on the second floor, creeping into the dark hall and waited for Teysrol to figure out which way to go. With another silent gesture, Teysrol headed down the right, counting the doors until he got to the fifth one. Holding up a hand to stop the two following him, he drew a wire out of his pocket and fitted it into the lock, twisting it around and listening closely. With a barely definable click, the lock gave way and Teysrol pushed the door open.
Elrohir pushed by the rouge elf, rushing to his brother who was watching them with surprise from where he was tied to one of the chairs. Elrohir began untying his brother, worriedly asking if he was all right and unharmed.
"I'm fine," Elladan said stiffly, watching Teysrol who stood cautiously by Legolas. Following his gaze, Elrohir also looked at Teysrol with the same suspicion.
"Well, you led us to my brother, now the next question is why did you?" Elrohir said. "Legolas said you tried to help him get to Rivendell, but why did you do that as well?" Legolas was wondering the same thing, as he looked at Teysrol, one of the three elves who had chased him, tried to kill him, and now were helping him.
The elf seemed to think for a moment, then shrugged. He did not know why he felt like helping Legolas, but he did and so he was.
"I don't rightly know. It was just that we wrongfully pursued you on my foolish brother's orders, we wounded you and held you prisoner, and I, as well as my brother and sister, decided to try and repair what we have done in the best way. First we tried to get you to Rivendell, then, when Tivadar took your friend, we wished to help and retrieve him," Teysrol replied uncomfortably, not liking the stares. The three elves looked at each other, not sure what to think.
~*~*~*
Sirithiliel watched as Tivadar pulled the unconscious ranger into the back of the house, then returned to haul the dead body of the house's old owner into some unnoticed part of the alley beside the house. She had met up with Teysrol after he found where Tivadar was, and supposedly Savarre received the news as well. She was to stake out Tivadar, watching his movements and if possible distract him long enough for Teysrol and the elves from Rivendell to retrieve the ranger. Savarre's unknown part would come into play then.
~*~*~*
Owlknight: You reviewed EVERY chapter you missed?? Wow, thank you a bunch! And yes, I know what a drow is. R. A. Salvatore's book series "Forgotten Realms" are one of my favorite book series!
Gwuenhevar: No, not a romance. You'll have to wait to see if Teysrol escapes his predicament. *g*
Drizztluver: Thanks, I'm glad you like my battle scenes.
Rubberduck: You LIKE Tivadar? That is a first. Thanks for your review.
Firesong: Elladan probably does not enjoy being held captive. *snickers* especially not by another elf!
Darkwind: Thanks a lot! Glad you liked my ending on the last chapter!
Leggyluver03: Lots of Aragorn pain for you! Enjoy!
Thanks to Alida-Fruit for her editing!
Chapter #8:
Calandra sat at a huge polished scroll desk adding up the last month's earnings. Her quick fingers darted rapidly, writing sums into an old leather-bound book. Her handwriting was thin, precise, and easy to read.
The house was a small one in the city, small and unnoticeable. She did her dealings in it, and none of the officials knew about it.
Teysrol sat in a cushioned chair, watching her with wary amusement. He had explained to the men that he was searching for someone, and had thought they might be able to help him. Unsure of what to do, they had brought the elf to their Guild Leader to see what she thought should be done.
"I think I will find myself an inn, and you can send someone to tell me what you know," wary and cautious, Teysrol shifted in his chair, uncomfortable in the house.
"You'll do no such thing, elf," She snapped, neither raising her head nor missing a stroke. "You'll sit right there and wait until I'm finished so that we can go over your problem."
Calandra turned back to her addition and subtraction, while Teysrol settled back into his chair.
Teysrol wanted desperately to leave the stifling room, to go and search for Tivadar and his captive. He could stay in the shadows, seen only when he wanted to be seen.
A man burst in on them, shouting something. Calandra growled at the interruption, and snarled at him to calm.
"Old Rory got caught by the Watch last night!" the man said haltingly under her glare, cowering before her.
For once, Calandra stopped her calculations, and turned her full attention to the man. "What?" she asked in disbelief. Rory was a member of one of her guilds, and had a fondness for ale. The Watch was the city guard, and if they managed to get Rory to talk, the guild would be found out.
"I'm afraid so. Apparently he was in the pub, had a pint or more, and spouted out his hidden career for all to hear," the man said.
"In a pub?" Calandra practically shrieked. "How many heard him?" She was nervous, this would not do.
"It was his usual time, and the place was packed," the man whispered.
Calandra emitted a low groan, curling her fingers around the book she was holding, and thought of how to solve this.
Turning to Teysrol, she gestured for him to leave. The relived elf stood and fled the room. He did not trust that woman, or anyone of her guild. It may have been a mistake to go to them.
~*~*~*
Aragorn and a cloaked and hooded Legolas and Elrohir entered the city under the cover of dark. Drunken men staggered about the street, while members of the city guard hauled them off to the Courtyard, which is where all the bandits were held. Others went about hidden under deep cloaks too, so the elves did not look totally out of place. The elves tried to adapt a human's gait, walking heavily.
"I must really learn how to imitate a human's walk, because this is the second time in a week I have had too," Legolas said softly to Aragorn, as they walked down a dark street. Aragorn chuckled softly, and nodded.
The three elves that had been helping Legolas had disappeared, and no trace was found of them. Their three wolves had been found lounging outside the city, on a cliff ridge overlooking the city. That meant the elves must be in the city somewhere, but they had no idea where.
They walked through the streets, wary of everyone, and sticking to the shadows.
"How exactly are we going to find them?" Elrohir asked. He glanced nervously about the street, eyeing the people who were walking. There were many suspicious characters in the streets, and the elf was uneasy.
"I don't know yet." Aragorn whispered back, as two men dressed in uniform marched past.
"What happened to those elves that you were with, Legolas?" Elrohir said to the other elf. Legolas shrugged, wondering the same thing.
~*~*~*
Teysrol watched as three more cloaked strangers walked past, two of which who had a slightly graceful stride. With a curious glance, he slipped forwards, moving alongside them.
He would have continued following them, but he stiffened as he recognized the man walking towards him. It was one of Calandra's thieves, who worked as a member of the Guard. Calandra had some of her employees who worked with the Watch as well, and the advantage to that was the fact that they could halt any investigation about a thievery done by Calandra's Guild. Not wanting to be discovered, Teysrol moved aside, and hid among the shadows of an alley.
~*~*~*
Aragorn held up a hand to halt them, seeing another uniformed man walking past, this one looking slightly nervous and watchful about something. Curious, since all of the uniformed men were confident about themselves.
The uniformed man continued to walk, ignoring them. With a slight gesture, Aragorn moved on as well.
It was getting dark, and they needed to find some place where they could rest for the night. Searching for a trustworthy inn was difficult in the section of the city they were in, and they had to search for many minutes before they found something that looked slightly honest.
"The Compass Rose," Legolas read, looking up at the sign above the doorway. It showed an eight-pointed compass with a rose in the center, the paint worn off with age. With a shrug, he followed the other two inside.
~*~*~*
Tivadar watched as the two elves and the ranger entered the town. He knew it was them, he had watched them since they came out of the mountains.
He had hidden himself in one of the inns, the "Cutlass," and had gotten a secure room where he did not fear discovery. The Rivendell elf was bound tightly, and was glaring at Tivadar.
Smirking at the other elf's anger, Tivadar turned away from the window. The inn keeper had been surprised at the sight of two elves, and many of the customers had hurled threats at the two of them, which they ignored.
"You stay here and behave yourself, I'm going to go and greet your friends," Tivadar said, bowing mockingly. With a smug grin, he turned and left the room, carefully locking the door. Only he and the innkeeper had the keys, and the room was hard to break into.
~*~*~*
Teysrol was confronted by the man who he had seen in Calandra's office, who bore news that Tivadar and his captive were housed in the "Cutlass" and Legolas and the other elf and the ranger were at the "Compass Rose". The man had then left to go about whatever business he had.
Slipping into the shadows, Teysrol reached the "Cutlass" just as Tivadar walked out. Being careful not to be seen by the older elf, Teysrol stiffened and froze until the elf had passed, throwing his hood up to hide his fair features.
Walking into the inn, he went straight to the innkeeper, who looked shocked at another elf walking into his inn.
"I need the keys to the room that you have given to two elves," Teysrol said.
The innkeeper, though still flustered, shook his head. Tivadar had said no one was to get into the room.
Teysrol narrowed his eyes, and drew closer to the man, who stepped backwards, not wanting to be too close to one of the hated elves.
"I need to get into that room. Let me have the key," he hissed. He had to free the Rivendell elf before Tivadar came back. Again the man shook his head, and some of the customers who were in began to inch their hands towards their weapons.
"If I cannot have the key, can I at least know which room it is?" Teysrol said, hoping the innkeeper would see nothing the matter with that.
But the innkeeper shook his head again, and pointed towards the door. With a snarled threat, Teysrol stalked out. Moving around the back of the inn, he tried to think of a way in.
~*~*~*
Aragorn and the two elves were in the common room of the inn, trying to look inconspicuous. Both elves were cloaked and hooded, and kept their heads low.
Aragorn's thoughts ran towards the three elves Tivadar had killed. He couldn't help but feel guilty about it, since he was the one who asked them to come with him and led them there.
Intent on his thoughts, he did not notice a brawl that had started until a man crashed into their table, nearly taking Legolas down. Leaping up and back, Aragorn hurriedly motioned to the elves to exit the inn until the fight was over. It would not do to have them revealed in the inn, where they were outnumbered five to one.
They slid on the out side of the fight, being careful to avoid the men.
Once out, they stood by the inn, watching the fight through the window. Legolas shook his head, not understanding how men could do that to each other as he sidestepped a man thrown through the window, the glass shattering outwards.
The brawl flowed out of the inn, into the street. Legolas tried to get to Aragorn but lost sight of him in the melee. Someone grabbed his arm and he launched a hard punch, but the other blocked it.
"Easy, Legolas, it's just me," Elrohir said, releasing Legolas's arm. Looking around, he led the other elf into a dark alley.
"Have you seen Estel?" Elrohir said worriedly, staring around at the fighting men. When Legolas shook his head, Elrohir grew even more worried, and franticly searched the crowd with his eyes.
~*~*~*
Aragorn shoved a man away, and ducked a punch from another. He had lost sight of the two elves, and desperately tried to get out of the fight.
Someone grabbed his arm and pulled him into a darkened broken down house. Aragorn was shocked at the sudden, unexpected move, and it took a moment to orient himself. Looking to the one who hauled him in, Aragorn nodded his thanks to the man.
"Seemed like ye did not want to be in that, so I thought ye would appreciate usin' me house," the rugged man said, waving an arm around the shadowed room they were in. Aragorn nodded his thanks again.
"So, who are ye, and what are ye doing in-" the man suddenly choked, his sentence ending in a gurgle. He fell to the floor, and Aragorn sensed immediate danger and turned to run to the door.
The right cross came out of nowhere, a heavy slug that caught the unsuspecting ranger in the side of the jaw.
Only the far wall kept the staggering Aragorn from falling to the floor. The ranger struggled against waves of dizziness and disorientation, fighting to find some center of balance.
Tivadar appeared out of the shadows, launching another punch that blew the air out of the stunned ranger's lungs.
Aragorn went for his sword, but a third punch, an uppercut, caught the human under the chin, lifting him up. The last thing Aragorn saw was Tivadar coming forward with ropes, most likely to tie the ranger up with.
A downward chop caught the ranger on the side of the head, bringing a myriad of flashing explosions.
Then, all went black.
~*~*~*
Legolas and Elrohir waited until the brawl settled down before they ventured out once more into the streets. The City Guard hauled some of the men still fighting off, and when they deemed it safe enough to go, the two elves slipped out and went back into the "Compass Rose".
The common room was a mess, broken tables and chairs, bottles and tankards lying about, and unconscious men draped around the room. With a sigh, they proceeded to their room.
"Wait! Wait!" someone called out behind them, from the inn door. Turning, they saw a cloaked and hooded figure moving towards them.
They watched him suspiciously, until he threw back his hood, and Legolas relaxed. Teysrol moved forward towards the other elves, and Elrohir stiffened.
"At ease, Elrohir, he is one of the ones who were bringing me to Rivendell," Legolas whispered to calm Elrohir.
"I know where the other elf is, the one Tivadar has hold of. Tivadar left, and I do not know where he is, but we need to get the elf out before he gets back," Teysrol said to their questioning look.
Elrohir looked over at Legolas, confirming the Mirkwood elf's trust in this rouge elf, and saw Legolas nod slightly to him.
Legolas was not sure about Teysrol's reason for helping, and he did not know where the other two were, and he couldn't help but feel slightly nervous with the three elves about. He would trust them for now.
Teysrol motioned for them to follow, and took a series of alleys and darkened streets to reach the inn.
"He is staying in an inn, called the "Cutlass." I know which room, because I watched Tivadar go back in once after I found the information. He is gone now, but we have to get your friend out NOW!" Teysrol said to them, pointing out the inn with a curved cutlass inscribed on a faded sign above the door. He led them around the inn, to the back where he had scouted out an easier way to get inside. The back wall was a perfect for climbing, as it was cracked into perfect hand and foot holds.
Silently gesturing up, Teysrol began to climb, followed by the doubtful Legolas and the still suspicious Elrohir. They entered through the nearest window on the second floor, creeping into the dark hall and waited for Teysrol to figure out which way to go. With another silent gesture, Teysrol headed down the right, counting the doors until he got to the fifth one. Holding up a hand to stop the two following him, he drew a wire out of his pocket and fitted it into the lock, twisting it around and listening closely. With a barely definable click, the lock gave way and Teysrol pushed the door open.
Elrohir pushed by the rouge elf, rushing to his brother who was watching them with surprise from where he was tied to one of the chairs. Elrohir began untying his brother, worriedly asking if he was all right and unharmed.
"I'm fine," Elladan said stiffly, watching Teysrol who stood cautiously by Legolas. Following his gaze, Elrohir also looked at Teysrol with the same suspicion.
"Well, you led us to my brother, now the next question is why did you?" Elrohir said. "Legolas said you tried to help him get to Rivendell, but why did you do that as well?" Legolas was wondering the same thing, as he looked at Teysrol, one of the three elves who had chased him, tried to kill him, and now were helping him.
The elf seemed to think for a moment, then shrugged. He did not know why he felt like helping Legolas, but he did and so he was.
"I don't rightly know. It was just that we wrongfully pursued you on my foolish brother's orders, we wounded you and held you prisoner, and I, as well as my brother and sister, decided to try and repair what we have done in the best way. First we tried to get you to Rivendell, then, when Tivadar took your friend, we wished to help and retrieve him," Teysrol replied uncomfortably, not liking the stares. The three elves looked at each other, not sure what to think.
~*~*~*
Sirithiliel watched as Tivadar pulled the unconscious ranger into the back of the house, then returned to haul the dead body of the house's old owner into some unnoticed part of the alley beside the house. She had met up with Teysrol after he found where Tivadar was, and supposedly Savarre received the news as well. She was to stake out Tivadar, watching his movements and if possible distract him long enough for Teysrol and the elves from Rivendell to retrieve the ranger. Savarre's unknown part would come into play then.
~*~*~*
Owlknight: You reviewed EVERY chapter you missed?? Wow, thank you a bunch! And yes, I know what a drow is. R. A. Salvatore's book series "Forgotten Realms" are one of my favorite book series!
Gwuenhevar: No, not a romance. You'll have to wait to see if Teysrol escapes his predicament. *g*
Drizztluver: Thanks, I'm glad you like my battle scenes.
Rubberduck: You LIKE Tivadar? That is a first. Thanks for your review.
Firesong: Elladan probably does not enjoy being held captive. *snickers* especially not by another elf!
Darkwind: Thanks a lot! Glad you liked my ending on the last chapter!
Leggyluver03: Lots of Aragorn pain for you! Enjoy!