~*~* A/N: Ahh! I have a half-day today, and so I'm amusing myself with writing. :-D *~*~
Ringathradiel sat in a corner, her face showing an expression of thought. Rinatarien was out working. She should have been out there as well, but instead had much on her mind. She heard chatter in the back, and it was obvious to her that the halflings were up and about. A plan slowly was forming in her mind, but it would require much thought, and the aid of many. She was not sure if she might succeed; and if not, she would surely be killed for trying.
Several days passed without event, the men of the Fellowship taking rest and preparing for the journey ahead of them. Ringathradiel had taken to sitting alone, refusing to leave the house, her expression often thoughtful and, sometimes, pained. Rinatarien became increasingly worried for her friend. One morning, Ringathradiel snuck out just before dawn, hurrying toward the prison. Rinatarien followed behind her, curious and worried.
Ringathradiel approached the prison gates, but was stopped by the guard, Annifrid. Annifrid was a friend of Ringathradiel's, and was merciful, understanding, and compassionate.
"I cannot allow you to pass," spoke the guard softly, and Ringathradiel glared back at her.
"Why not?" she demanded, taking another step forward. Annifrid put a hand upon Ringathradiel's shoulder to stop her.
"You wish not to see what is there," replied Annifrid gently, holding Ringathradiel back.
"What has happened?" asked Ringathradiel, and her friend lowered her eyes, shaking her head softly.
"Minyalonnwen and some of her girls left here a short time ago," reported Annifrid.
"What did they do to him?" Ringathradiel's eyes were wide with fear.
"I know not. But whatever it was.. he did not survive it." The words stung in Ringathradiel's ears, and she pushed her friend aside, charging into the prison. This could not be true; her love, her Baranmundoion. He could not be taken from her, not now.
She opened the door to his room quickly, and gasped. She approached the corner where he lay, broken, bloody, and lifeless.
"Oh no," she murmered, dropping to her knees before him. Ringathradiel took his cold, limp body into her arms, cradling it gently.
"Baranmundoion," she whispered, tears cascading down her pale cheeks. "How could this happen? They have taken you from me." She held his head to her chest, not caring that his blood stained her cloth. She knew not if he had been beaten to death, or if, in utter despair, he had given up and died of a broken heart. But, whichever had happened, she blamed his death on the Luinalation.
Her sadness soon gave way to anger, and, even as she wept, clutching the body of her lost love, she was perfecting her plans. Something was to be done, and soon.
She let him go, placing one last kiss upon his forehead, promising to his soul that she would avenge him. Then she stood, and, with one final, long look upon her love, turned and stalked out of the room, and out of the prison.
Annifrid watched her leave, sadness in her eyes. She knew that Ringathradiel planned something, but she knew not what; or how deep it would effect the Luinalation.
Rinatarien watched as Ringathradiel emerged from the prison, obviously sad and angry. She could only imagine what had happened. Her friend stalked toward their hut, her eyes glaring at the ground.
Rinatarien heard whispers, and glanced to the side. Minyalonnwen and several of her fellow warriors stood, glaring at Ringathradiel with amusement and anger in their eyes. Rinatarien could only watch as they advanced upon Ringathradiel.
"Saurcal," called Minyalonnwen, and Ringathradiel stopped, immediately recognizing the voice.
"Minyalonnwen," she responded, turning and glaring the largest, strongest, best warrior of all the Luinalation in the eye. She was met only with a slap across the cheek. She could feel her skin grow hot and red.
"Did you know," said Minyalonnwen, with an evil glimmer in her eye, "that he called your name? Even as I rode him, beat him, and tortured him, he still called for you. But you were not there for him, were you, Saurcal?"
Ringathradiel responded by spitting into the warrior's face. She was soon upon the ground as Minyalonnwen and the other warriors punched and kicked her. She could vagueley hear the sound of Annifrid and Rinatarien, begging them to stop. Eventually, they did, and her two friends helped Ringathradiel up.
As Rinatarien and Annifrid looked down upon their friend, bleeding from several wounds in the head and elsewhere, barely able to stand, they realized, as Ringathradiel had done before, that something must be done. This could not go on.
~*~* A/N: But what will be done? :-D ~*~
Ringathradiel sat in a corner, her face showing an expression of thought. Rinatarien was out working. She should have been out there as well, but instead had much on her mind. She heard chatter in the back, and it was obvious to her that the halflings were up and about. A plan slowly was forming in her mind, but it would require much thought, and the aid of many. She was not sure if she might succeed; and if not, she would surely be killed for trying.
Several days passed without event, the men of the Fellowship taking rest and preparing for the journey ahead of them. Ringathradiel had taken to sitting alone, refusing to leave the house, her expression often thoughtful and, sometimes, pained. Rinatarien became increasingly worried for her friend. One morning, Ringathradiel snuck out just before dawn, hurrying toward the prison. Rinatarien followed behind her, curious and worried.
Ringathradiel approached the prison gates, but was stopped by the guard, Annifrid. Annifrid was a friend of Ringathradiel's, and was merciful, understanding, and compassionate.
"I cannot allow you to pass," spoke the guard softly, and Ringathradiel glared back at her.
"Why not?" she demanded, taking another step forward. Annifrid put a hand upon Ringathradiel's shoulder to stop her.
"You wish not to see what is there," replied Annifrid gently, holding Ringathradiel back.
"What has happened?" asked Ringathradiel, and her friend lowered her eyes, shaking her head softly.
"Minyalonnwen and some of her girls left here a short time ago," reported Annifrid.
"What did they do to him?" Ringathradiel's eyes were wide with fear.
"I know not. But whatever it was.. he did not survive it." The words stung in Ringathradiel's ears, and she pushed her friend aside, charging into the prison. This could not be true; her love, her Baranmundoion. He could not be taken from her, not now.
She opened the door to his room quickly, and gasped. She approached the corner where he lay, broken, bloody, and lifeless.
"Oh no," she murmered, dropping to her knees before him. Ringathradiel took his cold, limp body into her arms, cradling it gently.
"Baranmundoion," she whispered, tears cascading down her pale cheeks. "How could this happen? They have taken you from me." She held his head to her chest, not caring that his blood stained her cloth. She knew not if he had been beaten to death, or if, in utter despair, he had given up and died of a broken heart. But, whichever had happened, she blamed his death on the Luinalation.
Her sadness soon gave way to anger, and, even as she wept, clutching the body of her lost love, she was perfecting her plans. Something was to be done, and soon.
She let him go, placing one last kiss upon his forehead, promising to his soul that she would avenge him. Then she stood, and, with one final, long look upon her love, turned and stalked out of the room, and out of the prison.
Annifrid watched her leave, sadness in her eyes. She knew that Ringathradiel planned something, but she knew not what; or how deep it would effect the Luinalation.
Rinatarien watched as Ringathradiel emerged from the prison, obviously sad and angry. She could only imagine what had happened. Her friend stalked toward their hut, her eyes glaring at the ground.
Rinatarien heard whispers, and glanced to the side. Minyalonnwen and several of her fellow warriors stood, glaring at Ringathradiel with amusement and anger in their eyes. Rinatarien could only watch as they advanced upon Ringathradiel.
"Saurcal," called Minyalonnwen, and Ringathradiel stopped, immediately recognizing the voice.
"Minyalonnwen," she responded, turning and glaring the largest, strongest, best warrior of all the Luinalation in the eye. She was met only with a slap across the cheek. She could feel her skin grow hot and red.
"Did you know," said Minyalonnwen, with an evil glimmer in her eye, "that he called your name? Even as I rode him, beat him, and tortured him, he still called for you. But you were not there for him, were you, Saurcal?"
Ringathradiel responded by spitting into the warrior's face. She was soon upon the ground as Minyalonnwen and the other warriors punched and kicked her. She could vagueley hear the sound of Annifrid and Rinatarien, begging them to stop. Eventually, they did, and her two friends helped Ringathradiel up.
As Rinatarien and Annifrid looked down upon their friend, bleeding from several wounds in the head and elsewhere, barely able to stand, they realized, as Ringathradiel had done before, that something must be done. This could not go on.
~*~* A/N: But what will be done? :-D ~*~