Alcalatawen rushed excitedly to her small home. Gathering together some
simple clothing, as well as a few items she could trade off, she beamed
happily. In ten minutes, she'd be riding off to Gondor with her beloved.
She looked out the window, making sure no one was there, and with all the
swiftness and silence of the elves, ran back to the tree where she was to
meet her husband. Time went slowly for her. She could barely hold still,
due to her anticipation. What was taking him so long? Perhaps she was just
being impatient-excited to be going. Whatever the reason, she still
worried. Glancing uneasily about the woods, she wrung her hands. Where was
he? All of a sudden, she saw him, and her heart leapt.
"It certainly took you long enough." She called, smiling. Dimcoire drew closer, smiling as well.
"Forgive me. I had to employ evasive maneuvers to avid Nuinmellon and his men." With a quick embrace, Dimcoire hoisted Alcalatawen onto the large brown stallion he had brought with him. She beamed down at him from atop the horse, the sunshine glinting off her long blonde hair. He mounted right behind her, and smiled.
"Onward then." He whispered in her ear.
"HALT!" A voice called out, shattering the stillness. Nuinmellon burst out of the bushes, and soldiers surrounded the couple, armed with bows and ready to fire.
"What is the meaning of this?" Dimcoire demanded, pulling back on the reins of the now-spooked horse.
"Dimcoire, by the authorization of King Tharanduil, I am to take you in for the crime of desertion, a heinous act punishable by death." He replied, in his signature smooth, casual voice.
"Desertion? The only desertion I see here is you from your senses, Nuinmellon!" Alcalatawen said angrily.
"Do not meddle, Alcalatawen. Guards, seize the criminal." Nuinmellon responded coolly. Two of the guards wrestled Dimcoire off the horse and onto the ground, where his hands and feet were bound, and a sack put over his head. The two guards then began to drag him away. Alcalatawen leapt off the horse, trying to catch her lover, but was grabbed by another guard, who held her back.
"And you, Alcalatawen." Nuinmellon said spitefully "You will be dealt with. Guards, throw her in the dungeon."
"You FIEND!" Alcalatawen screamed.
"Watch your tongue, my lady." Nuinmellon hissed, leaning towards her. With a haughty toss of her head, Alcalatawen spat in his face. Stepping back in surprise, and wiping his face with his sleeve, Nuinmellon gave another order.
"Guards, be sure to gag her." A white cloth was brought forward as her hands were tied, and she was gagged quickly. She was then dragged away, Nuinmellon smiling smugly
"It certainly took you long enough." She called, smiling. Dimcoire drew closer, smiling as well.
"Forgive me. I had to employ evasive maneuvers to avid Nuinmellon and his men." With a quick embrace, Dimcoire hoisted Alcalatawen onto the large brown stallion he had brought with him. She beamed down at him from atop the horse, the sunshine glinting off her long blonde hair. He mounted right behind her, and smiled.
"Onward then." He whispered in her ear.
"HALT!" A voice called out, shattering the stillness. Nuinmellon burst out of the bushes, and soldiers surrounded the couple, armed with bows and ready to fire.
"What is the meaning of this?" Dimcoire demanded, pulling back on the reins of the now-spooked horse.
"Dimcoire, by the authorization of King Tharanduil, I am to take you in for the crime of desertion, a heinous act punishable by death." He replied, in his signature smooth, casual voice.
"Desertion? The only desertion I see here is you from your senses, Nuinmellon!" Alcalatawen said angrily.
"Do not meddle, Alcalatawen. Guards, seize the criminal." Nuinmellon responded coolly. Two of the guards wrestled Dimcoire off the horse and onto the ground, where his hands and feet were bound, and a sack put over his head. The two guards then began to drag him away. Alcalatawen leapt off the horse, trying to catch her lover, but was grabbed by another guard, who held her back.
"And you, Alcalatawen." Nuinmellon said spitefully "You will be dealt with. Guards, throw her in the dungeon."
"You FIEND!" Alcalatawen screamed.
"Watch your tongue, my lady." Nuinmellon hissed, leaning towards her. With a haughty toss of her head, Alcalatawen spat in his face. Stepping back in surprise, and wiping his face with his sleeve, Nuinmellon gave another order.
"Guards, be sure to gag her." A white cloth was brought forward as her hands were tied, and she was gagged quickly. She was then dragged away, Nuinmellon smiling smugly