Disclaimer: I don't own Trowa or Noin. Besides them 2 the rest are ones
my friends or I myself have made. Also the land Laven is all my idea.
Chapter 3
Trowa stayed at the village for about a week then decided that he should leave and go back to his gundam to work on it. He bid farewell to the old man that had helped him and left the village. He looked at the cloth bag that the man had given him and noticed that there was some food and a little water. He smiled and then looked back at the path he was walking on. He wondered if he was even headed in the right direction to his gundam. He tried to remember the way he had come from where he had met that girl.
Rain was her name. It was a beautiful name. 'And her eyes,' Trowa sighed. 'I wonder if I'll see her again,' he wondered. He thought back to there encounter. She was afraid of him at first, but she seemed to warm up to him. 'Maybe elves can sense peoples intentions.' As he thought he didn't notice the sounds of footprints behind him. When he saw an animal run across his path he noticed them.
Trowa stopped and took a hold of his gun. He tried to turn and point the gun at whoever was following him but he was thrown high into the air and slammed into a near by tree. Trowa coughed some blood up and looked to see what had hit him. His stomach lurched when he saw the creature. It had yellow teeth and small yellow eyes. It ran over to him and came inches away from Trowa's face. Trowa tried not to gag from the things breath. He pointed his gun up and shot the thing in the arm. It screamed and jumped back. Trowa tried to shoot it again but the gun jammed.
"What kind of magic is this?" the thing said in a husky voice. "No matter. I shall dispose of you and your magic," it said charging at him.
Before the thing could get near him it screamed and fell to the ground. Trowa noticed an arrow that was in the back and looked up the roadway to see who helped him. Trowa wondered if he had hit his head to hard, because he had never seen people like this before.
A man was there, sitting on a pure white horse, something about him made Trowa feel a bit uneasy, like he could see into Trowa's mind. He had long blond hair that was tied back in a ponytail but some hair still hung in his face. He's face was unnaturally beautiful, with blue eyes that seemed to glow.
He wore a long green vest, with forearm guards and a white long sleeved shirt. He had on a brown belt that had a large silver buckle, and, what seemed to be a short sword strapped to it. His pants were a pale green, they were tight fitting, but didn't look uncomfortable. He had on light brown ankle high shoes; they looked very comfortable. The shoes looked worn but still had plenty more to give. He had a long dark green cloak on, that spread out over the back of the horse, it was clasped in the front with a silver pin that was in the shape of a star. He had something that looked like a short bow and a quiver on his back. The quiver was full of arrows that looked deadly. He had a strap across his chest to keep the quiver in place on his back. The bow was of a strange white wood. The man was very tall, Trowa could tell he was at least six feet, if not more. Trowa knew he was an elf because of the perfectly pointed ears.
Trowa then noticed a woman sitting on the horse next to the man, she had long beautiful blond hair like her partner, though hers was a bit longer and was pulled back in the same fashion, pointy ears also came out of her hair. She wore a long sleeved brown tunic that didn't hide anything about her being a female, she also had on forearm guards. She wore similar pants, but hers were brown. She wore the same shoes and even the same belt, but her sword wasn't on her belt, instead it was strapped to her leg. Her cloak was spread out behind her onto the horses back and she had the same silver star pin as the man. She had on a quiver filled with arrows and the same kind of bow. Her eyes, Trowa couldn't get over the eyes of any of the elves he had met in this land, but none compared to hers. They were a startling blue.
They made their horses carry them toward him. He used the tree to help himself up and then he looked them. They were looking him up and down, and smelling the air like Rain had when she first met him. The man was eyeing the gun in his hand like he had never seen it before. The woman however looked clam and confidant.
Trowa tried to walk away from the tree but he legs felt wobbly so he leaned back against it. The two came a little closer and studied him more closely. Trowa was getting a little uncomfortable with them staring at him in that manner and they were very close to him. Trowa drew in a breath as the man drew his sword and held it to his neck. Trowa felt the tip barely touching him but he could tell the sword was sharp.
"Stat your name," the man said, in a stern voice.
"Trowa. Trowa Barton," he said trying to back up from the sword.
"Alv orn en kem," the female said in a beautiful voice.
"Soh alv en adan?" the man asked the woman.
She nodded her head and cocked her head curiously at Trowa. She had a twinkle in her eyes like she was amused by the fact that Trowa couldn't understand them. She knew Trowa didn't understand because of the confused look on his face.
"Eno ne dhir o genkam ion adan Trowav Barton?" the man asked the woman.
"Ala dhir yelv enke alv ena ion yelv," she said with a little smile.
"Enhen alao dhir elv ehenne?" he asked
"Urch ny al glam beleg eno alv. Ela stel a eno dhir o alv arth," she said flashing Trowa a very beautiful smile.
"Can I ask you who you two are?" Trowa asked from where he stood.
The two looked at him the man talked when the female nodded her head. "My name is Lithren Goldenflower and this is my sister Elanjila Goldenflower." The man called Lithren said.
"Trowav ena elao rokhiv. Lithrenvo rokhiv eno ne lost," Elanjila said turning her horse a bit. The man put his sword back into its sheath and looked at him.
"What did she say?" Trowa asked the man. "Elanjila says you will go on her horse, since my horse has no room on him. This is a honor to ride with her Trowa Barton," he said helping him up.
"Why is it an honor?" Trowa asked as he got situated on the back of the horse.
"Because she is a high elf. Everyone looks up to her and listens to what she has to say. She is very wise too," Lithren said mounting his horse again.
Trowa looked at Elanjila as she nudged the horse a long. 'A high elf? Was Rain a high elf too,' he thought. 'No I'm sure if she was she wouldn't have talked to me in English. Why did she talk to me in English,' his mind wondered to the girl he had met by the tombstones. He remembered she had darker skin then these two, so it must have meant she wasn't pure light elf. He sighed a bit.
"So you met Rain, huh?" a female voice spook to him in his head.
Trowa lifted his head and looked around to see who had said that to him. But the only female he saw was Elanjila. He saw her smile a little then remembered if she was a high elf then she must be able to do many things.
"Yes I did," he said to her in his head. "How do you know her?"
"Because of her mother. I was her mother's adviser and her mother was the light elves Queen. The elves don't want her around them too much because her father was a dark elf King. Light and dark elves don't get a long. When her mother was alive they would let Rain in the city like she was one of them but sense her death people have shunned Rain because of what she is," Elanjila said.
"Why do you only talk my language in my head and not out loud?" Trowa asked after a minute of silence.
"Because I would not want to dirty my tongue with your foul language. Elves, especially high elves, are not supposed to. Yes I know that Rain talked to you in English, but she is not pure light elf so she doesn't have to," she said picking up the pace. "Now you must not talk with your mouth or mind to me. I think we are being followed and I need to listen," she said.
Trowa stayed silent. 'Who could be following us and why?' he asked himself getting a little scared. 'Is someone after me?'
Alv orn en kem - He's from earth
Soh alv en adan? - So he is human?
Eno ne dhir o genkam ion adan Trowav Barton - What should we do with this human named Trowa Barton?
Ala dhir yelv enke alv ena ion yelv - I think we should take him with use
Enhen alao dhir elv ehenne? - Why do you want to do that?
Urch ny al glam beleg eno alv. Ela stel a eno dhir o alv arth. - Because if the Orcs or any other bad creature gets him it would be very bad. And he is from another world. I would like to hear about it.
Chapter 3
Trowa stayed at the village for about a week then decided that he should leave and go back to his gundam to work on it. He bid farewell to the old man that had helped him and left the village. He looked at the cloth bag that the man had given him and noticed that there was some food and a little water. He smiled and then looked back at the path he was walking on. He wondered if he was even headed in the right direction to his gundam. He tried to remember the way he had come from where he had met that girl.
Rain was her name. It was a beautiful name. 'And her eyes,' Trowa sighed. 'I wonder if I'll see her again,' he wondered. He thought back to there encounter. She was afraid of him at first, but she seemed to warm up to him. 'Maybe elves can sense peoples intentions.' As he thought he didn't notice the sounds of footprints behind him. When he saw an animal run across his path he noticed them.
Trowa stopped and took a hold of his gun. He tried to turn and point the gun at whoever was following him but he was thrown high into the air and slammed into a near by tree. Trowa coughed some blood up and looked to see what had hit him. His stomach lurched when he saw the creature. It had yellow teeth and small yellow eyes. It ran over to him and came inches away from Trowa's face. Trowa tried not to gag from the things breath. He pointed his gun up and shot the thing in the arm. It screamed and jumped back. Trowa tried to shoot it again but the gun jammed.
"What kind of magic is this?" the thing said in a husky voice. "No matter. I shall dispose of you and your magic," it said charging at him.
Before the thing could get near him it screamed and fell to the ground. Trowa noticed an arrow that was in the back and looked up the roadway to see who helped him. Trowa wondered if he had hit his head to hard, because he had never seen people like this before.
A man was there, sitting on a pure white horse, something about him made Trowa feel a bit uneasy, like he could see into Trowa's mind. He had long blond hair that was tied back in a ponytail but some hair still hung in his face. He's face was unnaturally beautiful, with blue eyes that seemed to glow.
He wore a long green vest, with forearm guards and a white long sleeved shirt. He had on a brown belt that had a large silver buckle, and, what seemed to be a short sword strapped to it. His pants were a pale green, they were tight fitting, but didn't look uncomfortable. He had on light brown ankle high shoes; they looked very comfortable. The shoes looked worn but still had plenty more to give. He had a long dark green cloak on, that spread out over the back of the horse, it was clasped in the front with a silver pin that was in the shape of a star. He had something that looked like a short bow and a quiver on his back. The quiver was full of arrows that looked deadly. He had a strap across his chest to keep the quiver in place on his back. The bow was of a strange white wood. The man was very tall, Trowa could tell he was at least six feet, if not more. Trowa knew he was an elf because of the perfectly pointed ears.
Trowa then noticed a woman sitting on the horse next to the man, she had long beautiful blond hair like her partner, though hers was a bit longer and was pulled back in the same fashion, pointy ears also came out of her hair. She wore a long sleeved brown tunic that didn't hide anything about her being a female, she also had on forearm guards. She wore similar pants, but hers were brown. She wore the same shoes and even the same belt, but her sword wasn't on her belt, instead it was strapped to her leg. Her cloak was spread out behind her onto the horses back and she had the same silver star pin as the man. She had on a quiver filled with arrows and the same kind of bow. Her eyes, Trowa couldn't get over the eyes of any of the elves he had met in this land, but none compared to hers. They were a startling blue.
They made their horses carry them toward him. He used the tree to help himself up and then he looked them. They were looking him up and down, and smelling the air like Rain had when she first met him. The man was eyeing the gun in his hand like he had never seen it before. The woman however looked clam and confidant.
Trowa tried to walk away from the tree but he legs felt wobbly so he leaned back against it. The two came a little closer and studied him more closely. Trowa was getting a little uncomfortable with them staring at him in that manner and they were very close to him. Trowa drew in a breath as the man drew his sword and held it to his neck. Trowa felt the tip barely touching him but he could tell the sword was sharp.
"Stat your name," the man said, in a stern voice.
"Trowa. Trowa Barton," he said trying to back up from the sword.
"Alv orn en kem," the female said in a beautiful voice.
"Soh alv en adan?" the man asked the woman.
She nodded her head and cocked her head curiously at Trowa. She had a twinkle in her eyes like she was amused by the fact that Trowa couldn't understand them. She knew Trowa didn't understand because of the confused look on his face.
"Eno ne dhir o genkam ion adan Trowav Barton?" the man asked the woman.
"Ala dhir yelv enke alv ena ion yelv," she said with a little smile.
"Enhen alao dhir elv ehenne?" he asked
"Urch ny al glam beleg eno alv. Ela stel a eno dhir o alv arth," she said flashing Trowa a very beautiful smile.
"Can I ask you who you two are?" Trowa asked from where he stood.
The two looked at him the man talked when the female nodded her head. "My name is Lithren Goldenflower and this is my sister Elanjila Goldenflower." The man called Lithren said.
"Trowav ena elao rokhiv. Lithrenvo rokhiv eno ne lost," Elanjila said turning her horse a bit. The man put his sword back into its sheath and looked at him.
"What did she say?" Trowa asked the man. "Elanjila says you will go on her horse, since my horse has no room on him. This is a honor to ride with her Trowa Barton," he said helping him up.
"Why is it an honor?" Trowa asked as he got situated on the back of the horse.
"Because she is a high elf. Everyone looks up to her and listens to what she has to say. She is very wise too," Lithren said mounting his horse again.
Trowa looked at Elanjila as she nudged the horse a long. 'A high elf? Was Rain a high elf too,' he thought. 'No I'm sure if she was she wouldn't have talked to me in English. Why did she talk to me in English,' his mind wondered to the girl he had met by the tombstones. He remembered she had darker skin then these two, so it must have meant she wasn't pure light elf. He sighed a bit.
"So you met Rain, huh?" a female voice spook to him in his head.
Trowa lifted his head and looked around to see who had said that to him. But the only female he saw was Elanjila. He saw her smile a little then remembered if she was a high elf then she must be able to do many things.
"Yes I did," he said to her in his head. "How do you know her?"
"Because of her mother. I was her mother's adviser and her mother was the light elves Queen. The elves don't want her around them too much because her father was a dark elf King. Light and dark elves don't get a long. When her mother was alive they would let Rain in the city like she was one of them but sense her death people have shunned Rain because of what she is," Elanjila said.
"Why do you only talk my language in my head and not out loud?" Trowa asked after a minute of silence.
"Because I would not want to dirty my tongue with your foul language. Elves, especially high elves, are not supposed to. Yes I know that Rain talked to you in English, but she is not pure light elf so she doesn't have to," she said picking up the pace. "Now you must not talk with your mouth or mind to me. I think we are being followed and I need to listen," she said.
Trowa stayed silent. 'Who could be following us and why?' he asked himself getting a little scared. 'Is someone after me?'
Alv orn en kem - He's from earth
Soh alv en adan? - So he is human?
Eno ne dhir o genkam ion adan Trowav Barton - What should we do with this human named Trowa Barton?
Ala dhir yelv enke alv ena ion yelv - I think we should take him with use
Enhen alao dhir elv ehenne? - Why do you want to do that?
Urch ny al glam beleg eno alv. Ela stel a eno dhir o alv arth. - Because if the Orcs or any other bad creature gets him it would be very bad. And he is from another world. I would like to hear about it.