Disclaimer: Kaimelar and other unknown characters belong to me. The rest
belong to Tolkien.
The moon rose over Wethril, everything was silent. A figure crouched in an alleyway, completely still. Listening. The only noise was from a crowded tavern. The figure stood up and walked into the tavern. Everyone turned and looked at the figure. The silence was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Slowly, the figure walked to a table at the back of the tavern and sat down. Dark Topaz eyes looked at the barman and he hurried over with a drink, and left as quickly as he had come. The men turned back to their drinks and talked in whispers. Each man watched what he said and did, what he even thought. No one was comfortable in the presence of the figure.
The figure lifted their hood down and took a sip of their drink. The figure was none other than Kaimelar. Men stayed away from her, not because she wasn't beautiful because she was. Long wavy shoulder length black hair and dark topaz eyes, her skin was a light bronze colour and with her slim figure she was many a men's dream. Kaimelar was, well no one knew what she really was. Telepath, Seer, Assassin all of those words were true to describe her. Her ability to read minds made people wary of her. The fact that she could know something that happened before it did didn't make people comfortable in her presence. Add to that the fact that she was trained in the art of sword, bow, daggers and many poisons made you not want to be in the same room as her.
"Why is she here?" A man whispered to his friend.
"She must have business but no good can come of it."
Both men turned and glanced at her and turned back again.
Kaimelar looked at the barman and he hurried over.
"Yes?" He was so nervous Kaimelar could smell it.
"Tomorrow three people will come to this tavern at nightfall. A man, a dwarf and an elf, keep them here. I have business with them."
The barman nodded unhappily and walked back to the bar and began to polish a glass. Kaimelar lifted her hood up and stood up; walking slowly she exited the tavern to the cold outside air. A collective sigh was heard though the whole tavern and people got on with talking.
Kaimelar walked along the cobbled streets, she looked down and saw a tabby cat rubbing it's self against her legs.
"Got no home?"
The cat meowed.
"That makes two of us then."
Kaimelar kept on walking and found that the cat was following her. She slipped into the shadows and down an alleyway the cat still followed her. She shook her head and carried onto the end of the alley. She climbed up a wall until she got to a small house overshadowed by a large tree on the other side of the alley. She jumped down and wasn't surprised to see the cat beside her.
"You don't give up easily do you? Fine. You can stay." Kaimelar ran a hand though her hair. "My God, I am talking to a cat!"
Kaimelar had had a family once. But they had left her here in Wethril. You had to admit the name suited the place. Wethril meant shadowy in the elvish tongue. Wearing black Kaimelar blended into shadows perfectly. She had no problems with anyone in Wethril, apart from newcomers or travellers. Travellers never stayed long and newcomers soon learned the meaning of respect for Kaimelar. Anyway she went the atmosphere changed, it was something Kaimelar had gotten used to over the years. Being Immortal meant you had a long time to get used to fighting and the stares and whispers. No one controlled her or told her what to do or when to do it. Kaimelar was her own person. If someone thought they owned her or they knew her they were quickly reminded that they didn't. Even though Kaimelar was a Seer people didn't go and see her, they would rather wait and find out what the future held then go and see her. It meant that Kaimelar had a lot of time on her own which suited her just fine.
A man, a dwarf and an elf. Strange travelling companions but she was used to strange things. Herself being one of them. King Aragorn, Gimli Son of Gloin and Prince Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood. Coming to Wethril. Kaimelar smiled to herself, wondering how the people would react to royalty coming. They would just have to find out. Wouldn't they?
The moon rose over Wethril, everything was silent. A figure crouched in an alleyway, completely still. Listening. The only noise was from a crowded tavern. The figure stood up and walked into the tavern. Everyone turned and looked at the figure. The silence was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Slowly, the figure walked to a table at the back of the tavern and sat down. Dark Topaz eyes looked at the barman and he hurried over with a drink, and left as quickly as he had come. The men turned back to their drinks and talked in whispers. Each man watched what he said and did, what he even thought. No one was comfortable in the presence of the figure.
The figure lifted their hood down and took a sip of their drink. The figure was none other than Kaimelar. Men stayed away from her, not because she wasn't beautiful because she was. Long wavy shoulder length black hair and dark topaz eyes, her skin was a light bronze colour and with her slim figure she was many a men's dream. Kaimelar was, well no one knew what she really was. Telepath, Seer, Assassin all of those words were true to describe her. Her ability to read minds made people wary of her. The fact that she could know something that happened before it did didn't make people comfortable in her presence. Add to that the fact that she was trained in the art of sword, bow, daggers and many poisons made you not want to be in the same room as her.
"Why is she here?" A man whispered to his friend.
"She must have business but no good can come of it."
Both men turned and glanced at her and turned back again.
Kaimelar looked at the barman and he hurried over.
"Yes?" He was so nervous Kaimelar could smell it.
"Tomorrow three people will come to this tavern at nightfall. A man, a dwarf and an elf, keep them here. I have business with them."
The barman nodded unhappily and walked back to the bar and began to polish a glass. Kaimelar lifted her hood up and stood up; walking slowly she exited the tavern to the cold outside air. A collective sigh was heard though the whole tavern and people got on with talking.
Kaimelar walked along the cobbled streets, she looked down and saw a tabby cat rubbing it's self against her legs.
"Got no home?"
The cat meowed.
"That makes two of us then."
Kaimelar kept on walking and found that the cat was following her. She slipped into the shadows and down an alleyway the cat still followed her. She shook her head and carried onto the end of the alley. She climbed up a wall until she got to a small house overshadowed by a large tree on the other side of the alley. She jumped down and wasn't surprised to see the cat beside her.
"You don't give up easily do you? Fine. You can stay." Kaimelar ran a hand though her hair. "My God, I am talking to a cat!"
Kaimelar had had a family once. But they had left her here in Wethril. You had to admit the name suited the place. Wethril meant shadowy in the elvish tongue. Wearing black Kaimelar blended into shadows perfectly. She had no problems with anyone in Wethril, apart from newcomers or travellers. Travellers never stayed long and newcomers soon learned the meaning of respect for Kaimelar. Anyway she went the atmosphere changed, it was something Kaimelar had gotten used to over the years. Being Immortal meant you had a long time to get used to fighting and the stares and whispers. No one controlled her or told her what to do or when to do it. Kaimelar was her own person. If someone thought they owned her or they knew her they were quickly reminded that they didn't. Even though Kaimelar was a Seer people didn't go and see her, they would rather wait and find out what the future held then go and see her. It meant that Kaimelar had a lot of time on her own which suited her just fine.
A man, a dwarf and an elf. Strange travelling companions but she was used to strange things. Herself being one of them. King Aragorn, Gimli Son of Gloin and Prince Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood. Coming to Wethril. Kaimelar smiled to herself, wondering how the people would react to royalty coming. They would just have to find out. Wouldn't they?