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The Council was then dismissed. As people left, Kathryn saw Turion rise from the shadows of a pillar.
"By the Valar!" She cried. "I did not see you!"
Smiling, he strolled around the semicircle, drawing closer to her. "You yourself are a Ranger, my lady Aredylen." He noted brushing light fingers under a delicate flower on a young sapling, then he looked at her fully, a half smile flickering on his lips. "You know the tricks of the trade."
Holding her gaze he sauntered over, that same half smile teasing round a corner in his green eyes. He reached her and drew himself up closer, looking down to her face and now letting the smile escape. So close he was that their bodies were almost touching; she felt his breath touching its wings on her face, and she smiled in return. And turned her back to him.
"Call me Kathryn, Turion. That was my first name." As she began to walk away, she stole a glance behind her. The tantalising smile was hiding again. Raising one dark eyebrow she turned her head away again and walked off the pavilion, never looking back.
As soon as she left his gaze she relaxed a little more. How she wished for a dress or something more feminine than the cursed shirt and trousers she wore now!
"My lady, I doubt it would be wise to venture so soon into the woods after yesterdays escapade." Turion advised stepping out from behind a tree. He glanced to her belt. "Though I see you have remembered your sword this time."
"Why, you impertinent-" She lunged at him, he dodged behind the tree, and when she searched around it, he was gone. "Turion!" She called, laughing.
"Yes?" called a voice from behind her. She spun around and there he was. Dealing him an unexpected blow she ran off. Once out of sight, she climbed a tree and, slowing her breath, watched for the entertainment to wander along.
She waited a long time and no one came. Frustrated, she sighed, turning to climb back down. And came inches from Turion's face. Blushing, she had nothing to say, except mutter nothings and slide down to the ground. The game over, Turion dropped down also and offered an arm, which she took gladly, feeling more of a lady with his arm encircling around her waist than any dress could make her.
"Have you been to Harad, Turion?" She asked him.
"Yes. When I was a small boy." He answered shortly after.
"What's it like?" She asked, idly laying her head on his shoulder.
"Hot and white," was his reply, his eyes glowing golden in the light. "The Sun is an enemy there, beating us flat with its hammer upon the desert's white anvil. Only at dusk and in the early hours of the morning can we find solace outside. It never rains there, save for one month, and then it is like an ocean being thrown upon us."
"And you grew up there?"
"Yes." His green eyes flickered towards her, then looked far into the distance again, hardening. "It was home. Until the Corsairs came back."
She hummed a soft melody to him as they walked along.
"So your true name is Aredylen?" He said over her musical undercurrent. "Elrond did not fully explain. The Isildur I have heard of from the tales of the Dúnedain, but he was an evil, corrupted man was he not?"
"Corrupted by the ring, yes; and eventually killed by it." Kathryn spoke reluctantly of the subject, not wishing to think of it yet.
"And you and Aragorn are his heirs? But Aragorn is the Chieftain of the Dúnedain - by blood line - does this mean the leaders of the Westernesse are descendants of this Isildur." He practically spat the name.
"Yes I suppose that is true. And I am a descendant of Isildur." Turion frowned and the dark expression remained on his face.
"Are you alright?" Kathryn asked.
"Yes my lady." Was his sullen answer.
Turion excused himself once he had escorted her back to the House of Elrond, leaving Kathryn alone in the entrance chamber to Elrond's library.
The Council was then dismissed. As people left, Kathryn saw Turion rise from the shadows of a pillar.
"By the Valar!" She cried. "I did not see you!"
Smiling, he strolled around the semicircle, drawing closer to her. "You yourself are a Ranger, my lady Aredylen." He noted brushing light fingers under a delicate flower on a young sapling, then he looked at her fully, a half smile flickering on his lips. "You know the tricks of the trade."
Holding her gaze he sauntered over, that same half smile teasing round a corner in his green eyes. He reached her and drew himself up closer, looking down to her face and now letting the smile escape. So close he was that their bodies were almost touching; she felt his breath touching its wings on her face, and she smiled in return. And turned her back to him.
"Call me Kathryn, Turion. That was my first name." As she began to walk away, she stole a glance behind her. The tantalising smile was hiding again. Raising one dark eyebrow she turned her head away again and walked off the pavilion, never looking back.
As soon as she left his gaze she relaxed a little more. How she wished for a dress or something more feminine than the cursed shirt and trousers she wore now!
"My lady, I doubt it would be wise to venture so soon into the woods after yesterdays escapade." Turion advised stepping out from behind a tree. He glanced to her belt. "Though I see you have remembered your sword this time."
"Why, you impertinent-" She lunged at him, he dodged behind the tree, and when she searched around it, he was gone. "Turion!" She called, laughing.
"Yes?" called a voice from behind her. She spun around and there he was. Dealing him an unexpected blow she ran off. Once out of sight, she climbed a tree and, slowing her breath, watched for the entertainment to wander along.
She waited a long time and no one came. Frustrated, she sighed, turning to climb back down. And came inches from Turion's face. Blushing, she had nothing to say, except mutter nothings and slide down to the ground. The game over, Turion dropped down also and offered an arm, which she took gladly, feeling more of a lady with his arm encircling around her waist than any dress could make her.
"Have you been to Harad, Turion?" She asked him.
"Yes. When I was a small boy." He answered shortly after.
"What's it like?" She asked, idly laying her head on his shoulder.
"Hot and white," was his reply, his eyes glowing golden in the light. "The Sun is an enemy there, beating us flat with its hammer upon the desert's white anvil. Only at dusk and in the early hours of the morning can we find solace outside. It never rains there, save for one month, and then it is like an ocean being thrown upon us."
"And you grew up there?"
"Yes." His green eyes flickered towards her, then looked far into the distance again, hardening. "It was home. Until the Corsairs came back."
She hummed a soft melody to him as they walked along.
"So your true name is Aredylen?" He said over her musical undercurrent. "Elrond did not fully explain. The Isildur I have heard of from the tales of the Dúnedain, but he was an evil, corrupted man was he not?"
"Corrupted by the ring, yes; and eventually killed by it." Kathryn spoke reluctantly of the subject, not wishing to think of it yet.
"And you and Aragorn are his heirs? But Aragorn is the Chieftain of the Dúnedain - by blood line - does this mean the leaders of the Westernesse are descendants of this Isildur." He practically spat the name.
"Yes I suppose that is true. And I am a descendant of Isildur." Turion frowned and the dark expression remained on his face.
"Are you alright?" Kathryn asked.
"Yes my lady." Was his sullen answer.
Turion excused himself once he had escorted her back to the House of Elrond, leaving Kathryn alone in the entrance chamber to Elrond's library.