She was a mysterious roaming soul , hidden from the outside world, only
coming out now after years of silence and mistaken beliefs.
The few who really didnt know her couldnt comprehend the mix of despair,
hate and fear that other people felt when they heard her name and
remembered her kind.
¨The Thieves¨as many people used to call them where resiliant inhabitants
of the Hidden Woods, South of Gondor. They carried a burden on their
shoulders for events that happened a long time time ago had marked their
lives forever.
From that moment untill now the Hidden Woods people were a menace to all others and that made them a separate breed from the rest, and to lose all contact with the ¨outside¨ as they called it. None dared to pass through the Woods for fear and anger, for thieves were known as brave warriors, but the time came when someone in need would go inside the Forest and meet Nightsword by coincidence, the princess of the Night would meet the Maiden of Light. To most outsiders if they had ever seen her, she looked strange, under a blackblue cloak that covered her completely. You could only see her deep eyes under the hood, and a lock of raven hair falling over her shoulder. Anyone who had ever seen her remember always her appearance what called their attention was her fearing blue shining sword, at the side of her right hand, ready to attack.
It was during the age of the Ring, in the middle of a war that one elf decided to get inside Hidden Woods and find her. Many things happened since that meeting that would be explained in the near future, but for now it's enough to say that a deep friendship had grown between them, and that was the first time Nightsword stepped outside the woods into the sunlight and met Gondors people. And the man who would become a part of her forever.
For both parties it was hard to feel comfortable, she and the Gondorians, but with time, things went the right way and she felt in good company and for the first time, loved by everyone, for now it had never been known by anyone save herself and her elf friend that the life in the forest was hard and lonely, and her soul was so.
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Nightsword, now known as Anya sighed, as she looked into the darkness and felt the night wind caress her face. She looked up to the moon and knew by its colour that Elen was now safe, inmortal once again, and loved in the arms of her soul mate. A lone tear travelled its way down her cheek as she felt the pain in her own heart. So involved in her own pain, in her own existence that she did not hear the approach of another. 'do you cry from anger Anya?" a soft masculine voice asked her. She looked behind her to ensure she knew to whom she replied to, then she turned away once more. ''Mankoi naa lle sinome?' why are you here? She asked him in elvish. 'you left, perhaps to avoid killing a certain dwarf?' he answered her in the common tongue. 'anger is for the weak Aragorn, i cry for happiness that Elen is once again with us whole". 'have you seen her?' he asked coming to stand beside her. 'no, but the color of the moon tells me it is so, they will join us at dawn' she made to move back, to go back to camp but aragorn reached out and stopped her. ' I know in your heart that you love me Anya, but it is not to be so, Arwen is my life, and even as beautiful as you are, i cannot betray her". He told her. She looked into his blue eyes. 'you know not what you speak aragorn, my heart does not dwell on you, but on the matter at hand'. 'why have you always avoided my questions Anya, you lead the conversation away from what may be the truth'. 'you cannot take the truth aragorn, always your kind have shied away from it, do i need to remind you of it?' it was a dirty trick on her part, but she was half human and she was allowed to use this to lure him away from her. 'of what do you speak?' 'isildur' she said softly. 'he had a weakness for the ring, i do not, there is a difference, do you allow yourself the luxury of taunting others?, that is the lowest an elf could go'. He replied, anger tainting his voice. 'i am half elven, and i carry your blood in my veins also' 'my blood?' he was confused. 'human, mortal blood if you do not understand simple replies Estel' 'i had not thought you to be so petty Anya, in my heart and mind i had you on the same level i hold Elen, but you have broken that illusion'. Instead of answering him, she did as she had intended to do, and returned to camp without another word to him.
Aragorn stayed behind and contemplated all that was said, if truth be told, he did have an attraction to her, a fascination for what held her together, for what made her what she is. And he would discover what is was, while on this journey, and he would also ensure that the ringbearer made it to Mordor to destroy that ring, so all darkness would be dispelled forever.
From that moment untill now the Hidden Woods people were a menace to all others and that made them a separate breed from the rest, and to lose all contact with the ¨outside¨ as they called it. None dared to pass through the Woods for fear and anger, for thieves were known as brave warriors, but the time came when someone in need would go inside the Forest and meet Nightsword by coincidence, the princess of the Night would meet the Maiden of Light. To most outsiders if they had ever seen her, she looked strange, under a blackblue cloak that covered her completely. You could only see her deep eyes under the hood, and a lock of raven hair falling over her shoulder. Anyone who had ever seen her remember always her appearance what called their attention was her fearing blue shining sword, at the side of her right hand, ready to attack.
It was during the age of the Ring, in the middle of a war that one elf decided to get inside Hidden Woods and find her. Many things happened since that meeting that would be explained in the near future, but for now it's enough to say that a deep friendship had grown between them, and that was the first time Nightsword stepped outside the woods into the sunlight and met Gondors people. And the man who would become a part of her forever.
For both parties it was hard to feel comfortable, she and the Gondorians, but with time, things went the right way and she felt in good company and for the first time, loved by everyone, for now it had never been known by anyone save herself and her elf friend that the life in the forest was hard and lonely, and her soul was so.
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Nightsword, now known as Anya sighed, as she looked into the darkness and felt the night wind caress her face. She looked up to the moon and knew by its colour that Elen was now safe, inmortal once again, and loved in the arms of her soul mate. A lone tear travelled its way down her cheek as she felt the pain in her own heart. So involved in her own pain, in her own existence that she did not hear the approach of another. 'do you cry from anger Anya?" a soft masculine voice asked her. She looked behind her to ensure she knew to whom she replied to, then she turned away once more. ''Mankoi naa lle sinome?' why are you here? She asked him in elvish. 'you left, perhaps to avoid killing a certain dwarf?' he answered her in the common tongue. 'anger is for the weak Aragorn, i cry for happiness that Elen is once again with us whole". 'have you seen her?' he asked coming to stand beside her. 'no, but the color of the moon tells me it is so, they will join us at dawn' she made to move back, to go back to camp but aragorn reached out and stopped her. ' I know in your heart that you love me Anya, but it is not to be so, Arwen is my life, and even as beautiful as you are, i cannot betray her". He told her. She looked into his blue eyes. 'you know not what you speak aragorn, my heart does not dwell on you, but on the matter at hand'. 'why have you always avoided my questions Anya, you lead the conversation away from what may be the truth'. 'you cannot take the truth aragorn, always your kind have shied away from it, do i need to remind you of it?' it was a dirty trick on her part, but she was half human and she was allowed to use this to lure him away from her. 'of what do you speak?' 'isildur' she said softly. 'he had a weakness for the ring, i do not, there is a difference, do you allow yourself the luxury of taunting others?, that is the lowest an elf could go'. He replied, anger tainting his voice. 'i am half elven, and i carry your blood in my veins also' 'my blood?' he was confused. 'human, mortal blood if you do not understand simple replies Estel' 'i had not thought you to be so petty Anya, in my heart and mind i had you on the same level i hold Elen, but you have broken that illusion'. Instead of answering him, she did as she had intended to do, and returned to camp without another word to him.
Aragorn stayed behind and contemplated all that was said, if truth be told, he did have an attraction to her, a fascination for what held her together, for what made her what she is. And he would discover what is was, while on this journey, and he would also ensure that the ringbearer made it to Mordor to destroy that ring, so all darkness would be dispelled forever.