~*~* A/N: Yes. My story is violent. I'm sorry. *~*~
Rinatarien and Annifrid helped Ringathradiel into the hut, the men of the Fellowship looking up in amazement at them.
"What devilry is this?" asked Boromir, his expression one of concern.
"Minyalonnwen," said Annifrid simply, sitting Ringathradiel in an empty chair. Rinatarien went to the kitchen to get bandages.
"Who's Minyalonnwen?" asked Strider, kneeling next to Ringathradiel. He inspected her cuts and bruises. He could tell she had been beated pretty badly.
"The strongest warrior in all of the Luinalation," explained Annifrid, looking at her friend with concern. "Ringathradiel has gotten onto her bad side." Ringathradiel growled softly.
"She killed Baranmundoion," said Annifrid to Rinatarien as she re-entered the room. Her eyes grew wide, and she set beside Ringathradiel, getting to work on her friend.
"Something must be done," said Rinatarien softly, shaking her head. Ringathradiel looked up at her friend, wide-eyed.
"Do you finally see that?" she asked softly, and Rinatarien nodded.
"I am only sorry that it took me so long."
Annifrid sat beside Rinatarien, and placed a hand upon each of the girl's shoulders.
"Whatever must be done, I will help."
The men of the Fellowship looked on as the girls made their plans.
"What are they doing?" asked Merry, curiously.
"They're planning a rebellion," said Strider, some disbelief in his voice.
"They will never succeed, not without great help," said Legolas, his head bowed gently. "The fiercest Elven warriors live among them."
Strider looked to the girls, compassion in his tone. "Then we must help them."
Legolas snapped his head to face the man. "We cannot linger."
"We must, if only long enough to ensure their victory. Look at her, Legolas. Ringathradiel was kind and merciful enough to take us in, when otherwise, we surely would have been killed by orcs, and they have beaten her. We have no choice."
"A meeting," said Rinatarien softly, glancing about as though she expected to be arrested at any moment. "I'm certain all the humans will help us, and some of the lower half-elves as well."
Annifrid nodded, being half-elven herself. "I will see to it that the word is out."
"We will meet tomorrow, as the moon reaches it's zenith, in this hut. I just hope enough respond."
The next night, as the moon was high in the sky, several knocks were heard at the door. Rinatarien peered out and opened it, greeting the dozen or so humans that entered the hut. Over the course of an hour, more arrived, until there was no longer any room in the large hut.
"I'm certain you all know why this meeting was called," said Rinatarien softly, glancing to Ringathradiel. She still sat in the chair; sometimes she cried, sometimes she shouted with anger, but she couldn't move. Rinatarien was certain that something had been broken, and that she was in much more pain than she let them see.
"This meeting was called because something must be done about the Saurlhachien and the Lostlotiel. We cannot allow them to enslave us any longer."
Some murmurs of disbelief filled the hut then, and some cried out words of discouragement.
"Folly!" one woman cried, shaking her head.
"Is it?" asked Rinatarien, her eyes ablaze. "I would think it folly to allow this to go on. They have made us suffer long enough, and now it is time to take from them the reigns of power."
"How?" demanded one girl. "We are not warriors."
"Nae, we are not. But," Rinatarien said with a sly smirk, "We have some who have agreed to aid us." She gestured to Annifrid, and she opened a door. The Fellowship emerged from another room, and soon the hut was filled with cries of anger and disbelief.
"Men!" came the shouts of women, and they looked upon the Fellowship.
"Yes, men," said Rinatarien. "Men who will help us in this. Now, are you with me, or against me?"
The women in the hut glanced at each other, silence quickly filling the room.
One girl stood up, young, probably not more than twenty years of age. Her hair was long, and her expression one of determination.
"I am with you," she announced, and crossed the room to Rinatarien's side.
"And I," shouted another, a half-elf, also crossing to join them.
The room was filled with a chorus of agreement, as all the women agreed to aid Rinatarien and Annifrid. Ringathradiel looked up, a slight smile upon her lips.
"Finally," she whispered shortly, and then looked back down.
~*~* A/N: Oooh. Story's getting interesting. Please reveiw!! *~*~
Rinatarien and Annifrid helped Ringathradiel into the hut, the men of the Fellowship looking up in amazement at them.
"What devilry is this?" asked Boromir, his expression one of concern.
"Minyalonnwen," said Annifrid simply, sitting Ringathradiel in an empty chair. Rinatarien went to the kitchen to get bandages.
"Who's Minyalonnwen?" asked Strider, kneeling next to Ringathradiel. He inspected her cuts and bruises. He could tell she had been beated pretty badly.
"The strongest warrior in all of the Luinalation," explained Annifrid, looking at her friend with concern. "Ringathradiel has gotten onto her bad side." Ringathradiel growled softly.
"She killed Baranmundoion," said Annifrid to Rinatarien as she re-entered the room. Her eyes grew wide, and she set beside Ringathradiel, getting to work on her friend.
"Something must be done," said Rinatarien softly, shaking her head. Ringathradiel looked up at her friend, wide-eyed.
"Do you finally see that?" she asked softly, and Rinatarien nodded.
"I am only sorry that it took me so long."
Annifrid sat beside Rinatarien, and placed a hand upon each of the girl's shoulders.
"Whatever must be done, I will help."
The men of the Fellowship looked on as the girls made their plans.
"What are they doing?" asked Merry, curiously.
"They're planning a rebellion," said Strider, some disbelief in his voice.
"They will never succeed, not without great help," said Legolas, his head bowed gently. "The fiercest Elven warriors live among them."
Strider looked to the girls, compassion in his tone. "Then we must help them."
Legolas snapped his head to face the man. "We cannot linger."
"We must, if only long enough to ensure their victory. Look at her, Legolas. Ringathradiel was kind and merciful enough to take us in, when otherwise, we surely would have been killed by orcs, and they have beaten her. We have no choice."
"A meeting," said Rinatarien softly, glancing about as though she expected to be arrested at any moment. "I'm certain all the humans will help us, and some of the lower half-elves as well."
Annifrid nodded, being half-elven herself. "I will see to it that the word is out."
"We will meet tomorrow, as the moon reaches it's zenith, in this hut. I just hope enough respond."
The next night, as the moon was high in the sky, several knocks were heard at the door. Rinatarien peered out and opened it, greeting the dozen or so humans that entered the hut. Over the course of an hour, more arrived, until there was no longer any room in the large hut.
"I'm certain you all know why this meeting was called," said Rinatarien softly, glancing to Ringathradiel. She still sat in the chair; sometimes she cried, sometimes she shouted with anger, but she couldn't move. Rinatarien was certain that something had been broken, and that she was in much more pain than she let them see.
"This meeting was called because something must be done about the Saurlhachien and the Lostlotiel. We cannot allow them to enslave us any longer."
Some murmurs of disbelief filled the hut then, and some cried out words of discouragement.
"Folly!" one woman cried, shaking her head.
"Is it?" asked Rinatarien, her eyes ablaze. "I would think it folly to allow this to go on. They have made us suffer long enough, and now it is time to take from them the reigns of power."
"How?" demanded one girl. "We are not warriors."
"Nae, we are not. But," Rinatarien said with a sly smirk, "We have some who have agreed to aid us." She gestured to Annifrid, and she opened a door. The Fellowship emerged from another room, and soon the hut was filled with cries of anger and disbelief.
"Men!" came the shouts of women, and they looked upon the Fellowship.
"Yes, men," said Rinatarien. "Men who will help us in this. Now, are you with me, or against me?"
The women in the hut glanced at each other, silence quickly filling the room.
One girl stood up, young, probably not more than twenty years of age. Her hair was long, and her expression one of determination.
"I am with you," she announced, and crossed the room to Rinatarien's side.
"And I," shouted another, a half-elf, also crossing to join them.
The room was filled with a chorus of agreement, as all the women agreed to aid Rinatarien and Annifrid. Ringathradiel looked up, a slight smile upon her lips.
"Finally," she whispered shortly, and then looked back down.
~*~* A/N: Oooh. Story's getting interesting. Please reveiw!! *~*~