Wow! Thanks for all the great review! I hope u liked the last bit of the story
By the way the whole thing will be getting more interesting now, there's actually a story taking place! (I think)
*~*The Wind Child*~*
Chapter 4: A Knife in the Dark
Troubled dreams filled her already traumatized mind, causing the distressed girl to cry out and wail in her sleep. She tossed and turned in her dazed state, shrieking things in strange tongues. She didn't even wake the others, because she always slept away from them. Most of the time she slept up a tree, she liked to cradle herself in its secure branches and drift of to sleep. A sudden shriek strayed from her thin lips as she fell out of the branches. She woke up bleeding and crumpled in a bedraggled heap on the floor. Her clothes were torn and her pale skin was splintered and dirtied with earth and blood. Tears and sweat streaked her gaunt face as her eyes began to leak again. She pulled her cloak around her. Then picked up the rag that was attached to the tree and began to try and mend her tattered cloak with no success. She decided that it was time to wake the wraiths, they didn't really need sleep but they did it anyway. They just sat down and stared into nothingness filling their minds with black thoughts. Narisunell preferred to gaze at the stars, as they puzzled her,
***They are beautiful…so pure, yet they are not real…they cannot be real…nothing so beautiful is real… nothing except elves… ahh yuck what am I saying? Elves are not beautiful they are sour and false…I HATE them! I hate them for what they did to me and everyone else. I hate them for leaving me…leaving me to this. Leaving me to die…and for hurting my kindred… my kindred? But who is my kindred? Not the elves, but not the wraiths either? I have no one. I am my own person and I serve no one. Alas, if only that were true, I will always be a prisoner of this life, this cursed life. It is my fate and I am doomed to it… I am under his spell and it shall take me… consume me, until I am unrecognisable. I will always be a servant of the 'dark lord' unless he was to fall…but would I not fall too? I must be strong…***
"Come child, it is time." Hissed Carathon
"Yes…Yes I am coming," Replied Narisunell
So, the dark company rode on into the coal black night. Their silver blades flashed, reflecting the thin light that the feeble moon cast upon the land. For a few hours they rode on in this silent manner. They passed swiftly through the valleys and villages disturbing nobody and leaving hardly a trace of where they had been. They soon began to reach areas that were more thickly populated, and more light and noise reached the ears of the wraiths and their companion. They feared no one, no one accept the one who they served. The only one they feared was their lord Sauron. However there were many folk who feared them and as they travelled onwards cries could be heard in many different tongues all saying basically the same thing:
"The nine have returned"
"The dark riders have come"
"The shadow has arisen"
The dark travellers neared Bree as they galloped in their reckless manner. And soon they were only a few yards away from the gate into the village/town.
Carathon, the leader began the foolish sprint to the gate and a few of the others followed him, Narisunell among them. The remaining wraiths agreed they would meet again at the ford of Rivendell excitedly before they sped off into the gloom.
So Carathon charged at the frail wooden gate, knocking it clean off its hinges. Then the other riders followed him and only Narisunell sighed when she discovered they had destroyed an innocent life by knocking down the gate. The others didn't know that a man lay underneath the flattened timber and she doubted that they'd care anyway.
The lashing rain fell had upon Narisunell's back and it excited her horse, making it rear up and nearly spill its rider.
"Emizell" shouted Narisunell (annoyed)
Carathon signalled for them to dismount and turn their horse free for the time being. Each rider obeyed wordlessly, but each of them felt a tinge of pain because the only thing that the riders had ever really come close to was their horses. Especially Narisunell who only ever spoke to Emizell. They all watched as the wild beasts galloped of in the howling wind and rain before they turned back to their business.
Each rider then drew a cold, heartless sword in his/her hand and began to walk foreword (almost ceremoniously). Narisunell heard a soft sigh of pain coming from behind an opened gate. She could just make out that it was a man, the owner of the inn and she felt prickles of guilt creep up her spine, because of what she was just about to do…
***I am going to KILL the hobbits in their sleep? I do not want to, do I? But what shall I tell the others? They will kill me if I disobey them yet the guilt will kill me if I decide to murder these halflings! ***
Just then Narisunell felt a sudden gust of hope in herself, they had just passed the room where the hobbits were sleeping, she could feel it. Better still she could sense they were not alone, but guarded…
*** Well this is good news…they are guarded by someone powerful, but who… ***
"Nari" scolded a cold voice, "keep up"
Narisunell felt her heart lighten and her footsteps quicken, as she realised that she wasn't going to kill the hobbits. They all slid down the dimly lit corridor toward the hobbit-sized room at the end of the passage. Carathon, in the lead, swiftly opened the small door and motioned for the others to follow him into the dark room. The wraiths didn't no that infact the small lumps in the beds were not hobbits but only imitations. So, the riders drew their swords and stood proud and tall. The wraiths considered this a beautiful victory, but Narisunell thought it to be cowardly. However she could act well (she was used to it). Then they stabbed viciously into the bed covers. They did this for several minutes before Carathon eventually realized that the hobbit decoys were fakes and he howled with rage. The others followed his example, whilst Narisunell tried not to look too amused. She knew that they would not search for the room in which the hobbit lay, for they had already made too much noise and the whole of Bree would soon be after them.
So, once again they hurried off into the darkness. All accept one of them was deeply enraged, and as they mounted their horses once again it was Narisunell that had a smile set upon her face.
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