"Valith, Andros and his company have returned." Haldir told the boy who was hard at his lessons. Valith leapt up. "Have they her with them?" His eyes were wide. "Yes, but steady yourself, for you won't get to see her until tomorrow besides a simple introduction today." Haldir stood aside to let Valith through the door.
"Won't you dress nicely first? I'm sure she'll be busy doing the same." Haldir suggested and was nearly run over again as Valith changed direction suddenly and headed back into his room. "Yes, yes. Should I wear the gray tunic or the green?" He asked, holding both garments.
Haldir sighed. "Gray."
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"Don't *touch* me!!" Mary yelled, swinging a punch heavy enough to deck at the nearest woman and cowered in the corner when she backed away.
"Amin n'rangwa edanea." Lidith sighed, shaking her head.
"I don't understand them either." Her sister said of the humans in general.
"We're only trying to help her!" Milith, the youngest fussed.
"Amin hiraetha, Amin mere lle saira." Lidith reached out to the girl, who cowered, hands tucked into fists.
"Don't apologize, she doesn't even understand what you're saying." Milith sulked. Ignoring her, Lidith crept closer and gently touched the girl's shoulder, meaning to be reassuring. Mary swung hard and connected with Lidith right in the jaw. Her other fist followed, nailing Lidith in the gut. She dropped like a stone. Mary kept to her corner, daring the others to come near her. "Milith, go get Andros, he said to if there was any trouble. Go." Anari said softly to her sister.
Milith left, and found Andros in the forge. "The girl, she's decked Lidith and she refuses to let us dress or bathe her. Anari sent me to get you to help." Andros sighed and left off pumping the bellows. He followed her up to the women's bathing quarters, and was surprised when he walked inside. Mary still stood in the corner, and Lidith sat with Anari rubbing her jaw tenderly.
He walked to Mary, within her range. Not surprisingly, she swung her foot out at him to kick. He caught her foot, and lifted her right up in the air. She howled, and he grabbed with his other hand her leg down by the knee. Upside down, she swung helplessly at his ankles and calves, shrieking. Her tunic flipped up around her hips, baring even more of her legs. Slightly aroused, he walked across the room and dropped her into the tub of water. She popped up spluttering and he pushed her back in. She scowled at him, wet, clothed and angry.
He smirked ever so slightly at her and she jumped up and gave his knees a pull towards herself, toppling him into the tub. He tried to surface, and she held him down, but she was no match whatsoever for his strength. He pulled her off and tossed her out of the water, tackling her and pinning her with his weight. She raged underneath him, soaked and angry. The three sisters huddled in the corner, frightened by the display. Finally her strength gave out and loathingly Mary turned her head to look Andros in the eye. They stared at one another a moment. He sniffed. "Lle holma ve'edan." He commented. "Fuck you." She replied.
He rolled off her, and she remained laying there. He motioned for the girls to go and wash her. They approached and Mary raised a fist. Andros cleared his throat. Mary's fist went to her side. The girls proceeded to wash her hair and comb it, Andros eyeing Mary whenever she flinched or looked to be pondering a takedown in revenge for a tangle. They removed her tunic, and she allowed this, meeting Andros's steady gaze the while, hands clenched. They removed her other garments and she blushed red, but Andros's black eyes never left hers, becoming slowly a source of strength.
They dressed her in a long green gown, but left her feet bare. On her legs under the skirt they applied medicine on the scrapes, scratches and bug bites. Those stung so badly she looked down, and when she rose to leave the room with the three girls, she noticed that Andros had gone.
Elvish Translation (in order of use): I don't understand these humans. I'm sorry. I wish you understood. You smell like a human.