The Uruk-Hai had been running for some time, searching the surrounding
forests. Now that they were nearing the elves' forest, they hesitated
to continue to look.
" Oi, the she elf is now where to be found," complained one as they stopped to rest.
" We are to find her and bring her back. Lord Caderyn would not be pleased if we come back empty handed," retorted another.
" Look 'ere. The sooner we find her the better. The chances of her being with the elves are high." The rest nodded in agreement.
" Then it is agreed, we continue onto the elves' forest?" asked the captain joining the group.
" Aye." The group set off towards the forest, ever being watchful.
Awena stood in a tall oak tree, her eyes closed, and her body still. She was listening to the leaves in the wind. There was something in the forest that was not of the elves. But she did not know what.
He stood below, on the ground and looked up at her.
" Pray tell, Alasse, what are you doing?"
Awena looked down at him and smiled. She leapt from her perch in the oak to the ground, near him.
" Haldor! There's something out there." Awena's eyes were troubled, Haldor did not understand why.
" Alasse, what's wrong?"
" Do not call me Alasse, for there is nothing to laugh about."
" Then what am I to call you? Iirima?" he asked touching her face. Haldor had only her in his mind, ever since she arrived. Although she was a couple thousand years younger than him, he had loved her since she was a child. At first, it was a brotherly love, but now it had changed into something far more powerful.
" I am neither of those things; lovely, beautiful nor desirable. Quelle shall I be called."
" No more joy, is there?"
" No, none at moment."
A stiff breeze swept through the forest. Awena stood still, her mind registering all the smells that came with the wind. There was one that did not seem familiar to this place; it was harsh and unpleasant.
" There is something that is not right. An unpleasant smell comes here, that is not of the woods." Awena was suddenly alert. " Something draws near."
Haldor looked at her and left quickly. Awena watched as he left then ran towards the eastern border. Far in the distance, she could see a group of Uruk-Hai, moving quickly towards the forest. They were coming for her, and she knew it. Awena stood there, in the open, closed her eyes and listened to the wind.
Do not be afraid, for this is part of it all, said the wind.
But one must fight. she replied, drawing her sword. It shone in the light that pierced the treetops. The Uruk-Hai had closed the distance considerable since the last time she looked; they were but 500 leagues away and closing in.
A hand touched her shoulder and she turned to see who it was.
" This fight is not yours alone, but ours," spoke Haldor, looking into the trees. Awena followed his gaze and saw archers in the treetops, ready for the Orcs.
" Thank you, Haldor."
The warriors waited for the Orcs to arrive.
" Oi, the she elf is now where to be found," complained one as they stopped to rest.
" We are to find her and bring her back. Lord Caderyn would not be pleased if we come back empty handed," retorted another.
" Look 'ere. The sooner we find her the better. The chances of her being with the elves are high." The rest nodded in agreement.
" Then it is agreed, we continue onto the elves' forest?" asked the captain joining the group.
" Aye." The group set off towards the forest, ever being watchful.
Awena stood in a tall oak tree, her eyes closed, and her body still. She was listening to the leaves in the wind. There was something in the forest that was not of the elves. But she did not know what.
He stood below, on the ground and looked up at her.
" Pray tell, Alasse, what are you doing?"
Awena looked down at him and smiled. She leapt from her perch in the oak to the ground, near him.
" Haldor! There's something out there." Awena's eyes were troubled, Haldor did not understand why.
" Alasse, what's wrong?"
" Do not call me Alasse, for there is nothing to laugh about."
" Then what am I to call you? Iirima?" he asked touching her face. Haldor had only her in his mind, ever since she arrived. Although she was a couple thousand years younger than him, he had loved her since she was a child. At first, it was a brotherly love, but now it had changed into something far more powerful.
" I am neither of those things; lovely, beautiful nor desirable. Quelle shall I be called."
" No more joy, is there?"
" No, none at moment."
A stiff breeze swept through the forest. Awena stood still, her mind registering all the smells that came with the wind. There was one that did not seem familiar to this place; it was harsh and unpleasant.
" There is something that is not right. An unpleasant smell comes here, that is not of the woods." Awena was suddenly alert. " Something draws near."
Haldor looked at her and left quickly. Awena watched as he left then ran towards the eastern border. Far in the distance, she could see a group of Uruk-Hai, moving quickly towards the forest. They were coming for her, and she knew it. Awena stood there, in the open, closed her eyes and listened to the wind.
Do not be afraid, for this is part of it all, said the wind.
But one must fight. she replied, drawing her sword. It shone in the light that pierced the treetops. The Uruk-Hai had closed the distance considerable since the last time she looked; they were but 500 leagues away and closing in.
A hand touched her shoulder and she turned to see who it was.
" This fight is not yours alone, but ours," spoke Haldor, looking into the trees. Awena followed his gaze and saw archers in the treetops, ready for the Orcs.
" Thank you, Haldor."
The warriors waited for the Orcs to arrive.