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As morning drew near, the conspirators filed out of Ringathradiel and Rinatarien's hut. From a window, in an adjacent hut, Minyalonnwen watched, her gaze hard as steel.
"Something is happening," she said to a fellow Lostlotiel behind her. "I don't trust these Saurcal one bit. Especially Ringathradiel. She is trouble."
"What will you do?" asked Imgaeriel, the guard, glancing up.
"I will speak to Galenavarien of it in the morn. She surely would be interested in knowing about this secret meeting of the Saurcal and lesser-Elves."
Annifrid, Rinatarien, and Ringathradiel spoke in hushed tones. About them, the men were readying their weapons for a war. They had nearly 50 on their side; outnumbering the Lostlotiel, Saurlhachien, and Lhunwilyaiel, but could not fight nearly as well.
"We must find a way to get many weapons," said Rinatarien softly. "For such an attack, we will require more than we have."
"I can handle that," said Annifrid, with a reassuring tone in her voice. "I will get extra swords and knives from the guard-room."
Ringathradiel nodded. "I have added another part to the plan, and this requires the aid of Annifrid as well."
"What is it?" the half-elf responded.
"We will free the slaves, the ones in the prison. They are mostly prisoners of war, and have fighting skills as well. They deserve to be free," Ringathradiel looked down, obviously thinking of her Baranmundoion. Annifrid placed a hand on her shoulder gently, and her friend looked up at her. Slowly, a tear slid down her cheek.
The showing of emotion, by any of the Luinalation, was not seen often, and so this greatly astounded both Rinatarien and Annifrid.
"I promised his soul that I would avenge him," said Ringathradiel softly, wiping the liquid from her cheek. "And, mark my words, I will."
Minyalonnwen approached the Ruling Chambers, her head held high. Even the Royal Guards bowed to her, the most fierce and strong warrior that the Luinalation had. A guard held the door to the throne room open, and Minyalonnwen entered, glancing about. Her eyes rested upon Galenavarien, sitting upon her gold and silver jeweled throne in the center of the room.
"What brings you here, Minyalonnwen?" she asked, looking up. The oldest elf among them, and the ruler and founder of the Luinalation, Galenavarien was both old and wise.
"I worry, my lady," the warrior responded, kneeling in front of Galenavarien.
"About what?"
"Some of the Saurcal, and some lesser-Elves, have been meeting by night, in secret, in the hut of Ringathradiel and Rinatarien."
"Oh?" Galenavarien raised an eyebrow, looking down at Minyalonnwen.
"Aye. Ringathradiel is trouble, Lady, mark me. She spat upon me, me!, just the other day."
"I wonder whatever would give a Saurcal such bravery."
"I know not, but she is dangerous. She poisons the minds of the Saurcal. I fear the worst."
"What is it that you speak of?"
"I fear they may be arranging a revolt, a rebellion of sorts. I have heard rumor that Ringathradiel houses men in her hut."
"Men!" exclaimed Galenavarien, springing to her feet. "This is unacceptable."
Minyalonnwen stood slowly, her head still bowed. "Yes. Would you like me to kill her, then?"
Galenavarien widened her eyes, looking down upon Minyalonnwen with contempt. "You cannot merely kill her, not if she has affected the Saurcal as you have said she has. If she is killed, she will merely become a martyr to their cause."
Minyalonnwen glared up at the other elf, crossing her arms. "If she houses men and commits such treason, she deserves death."
"Oh, Minyalonnwen, open your eyes!" exclaimed Galenavarien in a commanding tone. "Times are changing. The only thing that holds the Luinalation together is the Saurcal's trust in us as leaders. If we kill but one of them, it could release violence and hatred."
"So you would just sit and watch, as Ringathradiel causes an uprising?!" Minyalonnwen cried.
"Remember to whom you speak, Minyalonnwen. I am no mere warrior, I am a Saurlhachien, the leader of the Luinalation. You will not speak to me in such a tone," warned Galenavarien.
Minyalonnwen, turning away, let out a sigh. "This is folly," she muttered, and stalked out of the throne room.
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As morning drew near, the conspirators filed out of Ringathradiel and Rinatarien's hut. From a window, in an adjacent hut, Minyalonnwen watched, her gaze hard as steel.
"Something is happening," she said to a fellow Lostlotiel behind her. "I don't trust these Saurcal one bit. Especially Ringathradiel. She is trouble."
"What will you do?" asked Imgaeriel, the guard, glancing up.
"I will speak to Galenavarien of it in the morn. She surely would be interested in knowing about this secret meeting of the Saurcal and lesser-Elves."
Annifrid, Rinatarien, and Ringathradiel spoke in hushed tones. About them, the men were readying their weapons for a war. They had nearly 50 on their side; outnumbering the Lostlotiel, Saurlhachien, and Lhunwilyaiel, but could not fight nearly as well.
"We must find a way to get many weapons," said Rinatarien softly. "For such an attack, we will require more than we have."
"I can handle that," said Annifrid, with a reassuring tone in her voice. "I will get extra swords and knives from the guard-room."
Ringathradiel nodded. "I have added another part to the plan, and this requires the aid of Annifrid as well."
"What is it?" the half-elf responded.
"We will free the slaves, the ones in the prison. They are mostly prisoners of war, and have fighting skills as well. They deserve to be free," Ringathradiel looked down, obviously thinking of her Baranmundoion. Annifrid placed a hand on her shoulder gently, and her friend looked up at her. Slowly, a tear slid down her cheek.
The showing of emotion, by any of the Luinalation, was not seen often, and so this greatly astounded both Rinatarien and Annifrid.
"I promised his soul that I would avenge him," said Ringathradiel softly, wiping the liquid from her cheek. "And, mark my words, I will."
Minyalonnwen approached the Ruling Chambers, her head held high. Even the Royal Guards bowed to her, the most fierce and strong warrior that the Luinalation had. A guard held the door to the throne room open, and Minyalonnwen entered, glancing about. Her eyes rested upon Galenavarien, sitting upon her gold and silver jeweled throne in the center of the room.
"What brings you here, Minyalonnwen?" she asked, looking up. The oldest elf among them, and the ruler and founder of the Luinalation, Galenavarien was both old and wise.
"I worry, my lady," the warrior responded, kneeling in front of Galenavarien.
"About what?"
"Some of the Saurcal, and some lesser-Elves, have been meeting by night, in secret, in the hut of Ringathradiel and Rinatarien."
"Oh?" Galenavarien raised an eyebrow, looking down at Minyalonnwen.
"Aye. Ringathradiel is trouble, Lady, mark me. She spat upon me, me!, just the other day."
"I wonder whatever would give a Saurcal such bravery."
"I know not, but she is dangerous. She poisons the minds of the Saurcal. I fear the worst."
"What is it that you speak of?"
"I fear they may be arranging a revolt, a rebellion of sorts. I have heard rumor that Ringathradiel houses men in her hut."
"Men!" exclaimed Galenavarien, springing to her feet. "This is unacceptable."
Minyalonnwen stood slowly, her head still bowed. "Yes. Would you like me to kill her, then?"
Galenavarien widened her eyes, looking down upon Minyalonnwen with contempt. "You cannot merely kill her, not if she has affected the Saurcal as you have said she has. If she is killed, she will merely become a martyr to their cause."
Minyalonnwen glared up at the other elf, crossing her arms. "If she houses men and commits such treason, she deserves death."
"Oh, Minyalonnwen, open your eyes!" exclaimed Galenavarien in a commanding tone. "Times are changing. The only thing that holds the Luinalation together is the Saurcal's trust in us as leaders. If we kill but one of them, it could release violence and hatred."
"So you would just sit and watch, as Ringathradiel causes an uprising?!" Minyalonnwen cried.
"Remember to whom you speak, Minyalonnwen. I am no mere warrior, I am a Saurlhachien, the leader of the Luinalation. You will not speak to me in such a tone," warned Galenavarien.
Minyalonnwen, turning away, let out a sigh. "This is folly," she muttered, and stalked out of the throne room.
~*~* A/N: Ooh. Please reveiw! *~*~