~*~* A/N: Naked Viggo. Yea, I just had to throw that in. This story is too serious. lol. *~*~
Rinatarien continued to watch out the window, her expression grim. It had been nearly an hour and a half since Ringathradiel left their hut. Annifrid had departed in search of her, so Rinatarien was left alone with the men.
She turned to the slowly, glancing down upon them.
"I know not what has happened to Ringathradiel," she said slowly, her eyes sad. "But I fear the worst. If something horrible has happened to her, then, mark me, I will avenge her, and her love for her."
Strider glanced to Legolas, then to Boromir, and nodded slowly, standing.
"And we will help you, to the very end," he pledged.
Ringathradiel turned quickly as Minyalonnwen advanced on her. Their swords met, Minyalonnwen driving Ringathradiel down onto the ground. She glared up at the warrior-elf above her.
"Minyalonnwen," she snarled, kicking the elf's legs out from underneath her. She landed on the ground, and Ringathradiel took that moment to stand. "I should have known it was you, I could smell your stench from a mile away."
"You will regret those words, Saurcal," said Minyalonnwen with a growl, and threw herself upon the human, tackling her to the ground. Both their swords were cast aside as the two rolled about on the ground, clashing and driving one another into the ground. Finally, it was Minyalonnwen, the stronger, who ended up on top. She lifted Ringathradiel's head by her hair, and pounded it into the ground hard.
Ringathradiel groaned, feeling a cut upon in her scalp. She threw the elf off her, and dove for her sword. Minyalonnwen also dove, catching Ringathradiel and pinning her to the ground. Wrapping her hands about her neck, Minyalonnwen started to choke Ringathradiel.
She could feel her skil growing red, then deathly pale, as her body grew limp in Minyalonnwen's arms. Her struggles grew weaker and weaker, and Minyalonnwen grinned down at her as Ringathradiel's eyes fluttered, and then froze, and she lay still.
Standing, Minyalonnwen spat upon the fallen human, a harsh smile across her lips.
Annifrid approached the pond, hearing some sort of struggle in the brush. She broke into a run, trying to get there before it was too late, for she, too, feared the worst.
Ringathradiel lay, motionless, for several moments, breathing through her nose very, very slowly. The moment she heard Minyalonnwen start to walk away, she opened her eyes and reached the several feet for her sword.
"You know," she said, climbing to her feet. Minyalonnwen stopped, and turned, her eyes wide with confusion and fear. She looked to the ground, at her sword, laying just beside Ringathradiel's feet. "For an elf, you're really rather dumb."
With a cry, Ringathradiel advanced on Minyalonnwen. The warrior backed up, against a tree. The human neared her, holding her cold sword blade to Minyalonnwen's throat.
"I promised Baranmundoion that I would avenge him," she said, grimly, and glared upon her enemy one last time. "And that is what I do," she thrust her sword into Minyalonnwen's chest, feeling it peirce her skin. Her enemy gasped and sputtered, and died upon the blade of Ringathradiel.
With a grunt, Ringathradiel pulled her sword from Minyalonnwen, letting the body of her fallen opponent drop to the ground.
Annifrid watched, horror in her eyes, from the trees. It was then that she heard the most discouraging sound she had ever. Voices from behind her, and she recognized one as Imgaeriel.
She quickly ran to Ringathradiel, taking her arm.
"Guards approach, they must have heard you. Come, we must depart!" she exclaimed, and the two set off running.
"She went in this direction," said Imgaeriel, pointing. Several other guards followed her. "That was almost two hours ago, something must have happened."
They walked along the path, and reached the pond rather quickly.
Imgaeriel's eyes widened, as she saw her fallen friend. Dropping to her knees beside her, she growled, then looked up, smelling the air.
"I smell a Saurcal," she said with anger and hatred in her voice.
The other guards glared about, and then heard the unmistakable sound of persons running in the brush.
Rinatarien continued to watch out the window, her expression grim. It had been nearly an hour and a half since Ringathradiel left their hut. Annifrid had departed in search of her, so Rinatarien was left alone with the men.
She turned to the slowly, glancing down upon them.
"I know not what has happened to Ringathradiel," she said slowly, her eyes sad. "But I fear the worst. If something horrible has happened to her, then, mark me, I will avenge her, and her love for her."
Strider glanced to Legolas, then to Boromir, and nodded slowly, standing.
"And we will help you, to the very end," he pledged.
Ringathradiel turned quickly as Minyalonnwen advanced on her. Their swords met, Minyalonnwen driving Ringathradiel down onto the ground. She glared up at the warrior-elf above her.
"Minyalonnwen," she snarled, kicking the elf's legs out from underneath her. She landed on the ground, and Ringathradiel took that moment to stand. "I should have known it was you, I could smell your stench from a mile away."
"You will regret those words, Saurcal," said Minyalonnwen with a growl, and threw herself upon the human, tackling her to the ground. Both their swords were cast aside as the two rolled about on the ground, clashing and driving one another into the ground. Finally, it was Minyalonnwen, the stronger, who ended up on top. She lifted Ringathradiel's head by her hair, and pounded it into the ground hard.
Ringathradiel groaned, feeling a cut upon in her scalp. She threw the elf off her, and dove for her sword. Minyalonnwen also dove, catching Ringathradiel and pinning her to the ground. Wrapping her hands about her neck, Minyalonnwen started to choke Ringathradiel.
She could feel her skil growing red, then deathly pale, as her body grew limp in Minyalonnwen's arms. Her struggles grew weaker and weaker, and Minyalonnwen grinned down at her as Ringathradiel's eyes fluttered, and then froze, and she lay still.
Standing, Minyalonnwen spat upon the fallen human, a harsh smile across her lips.
Annifrid approached the pond, hearing some sort of struggle in the brush. She broke into a run, trying to get there before it was too late, for she, too, feared the worst.
Ringathradiel lay, motionless, for several moments, breathing through her nose very, very slowly. The moment she heard Minyalonnwen start to walk away, she opened her eyes and reached the several feet for her sword.
"You know," she said, climbing to her feet. Minyalonnwen stopped, and turned, her eyes wide with confusion and fear. She looked to the ground, at her sword, laying just beside Ringathradiel's feet. "For an elf, you're really rather dumb."
With a cry, Ringathradiel advanced on Minyalonnwen. The warrior backed up, against a tree. The human neared her, holding her cold sword blade to Minyalonnwen's throat.
"I promised Baranmundoion that I would avenge him," she said, grimly, and glared upon her enemy one last time. "And that is what I do," she thrust her sword into Minyalonnwen's chest, feeling it peirce her skin. Her enemy gasped and sputtered, and died upon the blade of Ringathradiel.
With a grunt, Ringathradiel pulled her sword from Minyalonnwen, letting the body of her fallen opponent drop to the ground.
Annifrid watched, horror in her eyes, from the trees. It was then that she heard the most discouraging sound she had ever. Voices from behind her, and she recognized one as Imgaeriel.
She quickly ran to Ringathradiel, taking her arm.
"Guards approach, they must have heard you. Come, we must depart!" she exclaimed, and the two set off running.
"She went in this direction," said Imgaeriel, pointing. Several other guards followed her. "That was almost two hours ago, something must have happened."
They walked along the path, and reached the pond rather quickly.
Imgaeriel's eyes widened, as she saw her fallen friend. Dropping to her knees beside her, she growled, then looked up, smelling the air.
"I smell a Saurcal," she said with anger and hatred in her voice.
The other guards glared about, and then heard the unmistakable sound of persons running in the brush.