Who Hoo! Finally the title is explained! This is going to be very strange for a little bit, oh yeah, And I just realized that Annundaeiel had the air of a Mary-Sue. ;_; I didn't mean to do that, and I am now trying to correct that… trust me, I want her to be a mary sue about as much as you do, none what-so-ever, so as I said, I am now going to try to correct that…
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Annundaeiel looked up from her work as her ears picked up the sound of cheering from the direction of the palace. Getting up she tried to brush her hands and knees off. She sighed, realizing it was pointless, her hands were caked with blood, some her own, some not. Her hands were slightly mangled, and her dress had a thin layer of dust and grime on it. Her knees were sore, as she had been kneeling for so long in the pine needles. She had worked hard, dragging the bodies of those who had been lost to the base of the tree. She had known that the orcs would come back, and would not allow any orc to so much as lay their hands on them. She looked at the stars, again sighing.
"Elberenth, give me strength for what I must soon do."
She looked again at the elves behind her. Apart from the blood that stained the grass and pine needles, it seemed that they were only sleeping. No, that was not the word, sleep for them had been a trap, and they were no longer caught. She wiped her eyes, leaving a streak across her cheek. She drew her dagger, hearing footsteps. The dagger was not needed, but it gave her a bit of courage. She had never needed to do this, but knew that darkness was falling on the world, and she would soon be fulfilling her namesake. She looked at the ground, and bit her lip, listening to the crashing that drew ever closer.
A shriek bit the air, and many orcs burst into the clearing. A shrill whistle went up and a clatter rose. All went silent as one orc held up its hand. It put its hand down, and began to speak. Annundaeiel cringed at the black tongue that she had been taught by her parents.
"We have done what we came to do!"
Many orcs shrieked in agreement. Annundaeiel rose her eyebrows, if they had lost the battle, then what had their objective been? The orc continued.
"However, we have not yet feasted tonight! Come, let us find those whom we have slain, and have our due!"
The orc turned and approached the tree. Annundaeiel looked up.
"By my dagger or my life, none shall eat tonight."
The orc, surprised, stared at her with hatred not far beyond Annundaeiel's own.
"Who are you, that would stand before us?"
The clearing went silent, and she gave no answer. The orcs took a step forward.
"Answer me wench! What is you name."
Again silence embraced the clearing. The orc, eyes blazing, began to advance on her, planning to slit her throat. He stopped as a voice rose to his once elven ears.
"I am Annundaeiel LaSinglo, Keeper of the Rings"
The orc stopped his advance. Angry squeals of betrayal came from those behind him.
"Neither us, nor our master has any quarrel with you, ring keeper."
Annundaeiel snorted, knowing that if their master knew that she was here, or that she was alive at all, their deed would not bee fulfilled yet. She stared at the orcs, and eventually trusted her voice again.
"You attack my home, kill those whom I love, and expect me to believe that you have no quarrel with me?"
The orc, who had grown angry, hungry and fidgety about the coming dawn as the conversation wore on, finally lost patience and reason. A low-pitched whistle was emitted and all orcs charged forward. They ignored a voice and a soft light coming from the elf before them.
"You shall not desecrate those who you have slain! So I have sworn, and to that promise I will hold!"
An explosion hit the ground, and the shockwaves pushed all orcs to the ground*. The head of the company, seeing that it was fruitless, arose, and took his troupes to the side, leading them south. Annundaeiel stood watching them until they disappeared from sight. When her senses told her that she was safe, she fell into a dead faint.
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There you are…
*- imagine what happened when Sauron exploded in the movie.
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Annundaeiel looked up from her work as her ears picked up the sound of cheering from the direction of the palace. Getting up she tried to brush her hands and knees off. She sighed, realizing it was pointless, her hands were caked with blood, some her own, some not. Her hands were slightly mangled, and her dress had a thin layer of dust and grime on it. Her knees were sore, as she had been kneeling for so long in the pine needles. She had worked hard, dragging the bodies of those who had been lost to the base of the tree. She had known that the orcs would come back, and would not allow any orc to so much as lay their hands on them. She looked at the stars, again sighing.
"Elberenth, give me strength for what I must soon do."
She looked again at the elves behind her. Apart from the blood that stained the grass and pine needles, it seemed that they were only sleeping. No, that was not the word, sleep for them had been a trap, and they were no longer caught. She wiped her eyes, leaving a streak across her cheek. She drew her dagger, hearing footsteps. The dagger was not needed, but it gave her a bit of courage. She had never needed to do this, but knew that darkness was falling on the world, and she would soon be fulfilling her namesake. She looked at the ground, and bit her lip, listening to the crashing that drew ever closer.
A shriek bit the air, and many orcs burst into the clearing. A shrill whistle went up and a clatter rose. All went silent as one orc held up its hand. It put its hand down, and began to speak. Annundaeiel cringed at the black tongue that she had been taught by her parents.
"We have done what we came to do!"
Many orcs shrieked in agreement. Annundaeiel rose her eyebrows, if they had lost the battle, then what had their objective been? The orc continued.
"However, we have not yet feasted tonight! Come, let us find those whom we have slain, and have our due!"
The orc turned and approached the tree. Annundaeiel looked up.
"By my dagger or my life, none shall eat tonight."
The orc, surprised, stared at her with hatred not far beyond Annundaeiel's own.
"Who are you, that would stand before us?"
The clearing went silent, and she gave no answer. The orcs took a step forward.
"Answer me wench! What is you name."
Again silence embraced the clearing. The orc, eyes blazing, began to advance on her, planning to slit her throat. He stopped as a voice rose to his once elven ears.
"I am Annundaeiel LaSinglo, Keeper of the Rings"
The orc stopped his advance. Angry squeals of betrayal came from those behind him.
"Neither us, nor our master has any quarrel with you, ring keeper."
Annundaeiel snorted, knowing that if their master knew that she was here, or that she was alive at all, their deed would not bee fulfilled yet. She stared at the orcs, and eventually trusted her voice again.
"You attack my home, kill those whom I love, and expect me to believe that you have no quarrel with me?"
The orc, who had grown angry, hungry and fidgety about the coming dawn as the conversation wore on, finally lost patience and reason. A low-pitched whistle was emitted and all orcs charged forward. They ignored a voice and a soft light coming from the elf before them.
"You shall not desecrate those who you have slain! So I have sworn, and to that promise I will hold!"
An explosion hit the ground, and the shockwaves pushed all orcs to the ground*. The head of the company, seeing that it was fruitless, arose, and took his troupes to the side, leading them south. Annundaeiel stood watching them until they disappeared from sight. When her senses told her that she was safe, she fell into a dead faint.
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There you are…
*- imagine what happened when Sauron exploded in the movie.