I'm sorry this is such a short chapter. My computer has gone down, not crashed per say, but will NOT turn on. I had originally written this on the big desk top, but it doesn't connect to the internet. This is what you get three floppy disks, an angry computer, and a LOT of ajustments later. I'm glad you like this, and would appreciate your continued support.

Sorrow's Friend

By Catreen Dragonsword

Chapter Two: Bragollakh (Sudden Flame)

Damia saw sunlight interrupting her sleep. She extended her hearing as far as she could, making as little noise as she could. She still drifted in-between the world of dreams and of the waking, slowly settling herself down to her body one sense at a time. She heard birds, and wind, and trees...Wait trees? The trees were in the other end of the park... Presently, voices reached her ears. Damia didn't send out any more senses, maybe if they thought she was harmless they would leave her alone. 'Fat chance, though.' She thought.

"Aiya! Mani bui tanya?" Said one of the voices.

"Amin caela n'noa." Came the reply from another. 'What are they on?' Wondered Damia as she thought about what they said. She slid her mind from where ever it had been to her body. The minute she became aware of her skin, she reilized she was hotter than she should be. One of the men leaned over her and attempted to check her pulse at the jugular vein. A shock of pain hit Damia in one long unbroken wave.

"Ow..."She murmured creshendowing up to a scream.

"Ta kuio! "

"Llh kuio." The man still attempted to place his hand over her heart. A cool, almost icy, wind came with it.

"Sii'! She is scorching!" The second moved in, attempting to take her pulse as well. He felt her heat as he moved his hand through several layers of strange warmth. He placed his hand on her heart and gasped at how hard it was beating.

"There is something wrong with this mortal!"

"Damn Neo-Nazis." She murmured, thinking 'If they can babble, so can I.' Damia could almost feel the eyes growing wider as she spoke.

"It speaks!"

"Thank you, Captain Obvious."

"Who is this Captain Obvious, and why do you think I am he?"

"I subtly said that you overstated the obvious. Sarcasm is a beautiful thing."

"Will you open your eyes?"

"Fine by me, unless you are standing over me waiting to poke them out." Damia slowly opened her eyes, watching for the tool of choice for destroying her sight. When her eyes were fully open, Damia saw two men. One had slightly past shoulder length blond hair held back by two braided strands, a strong face (the kind that can actually pull off the long hair) and deep gray eyes. His companion had the same hair, style and all, but his face was somehow softer, kinder. And his eyes were a soft brown.

"I don't think that she is a threat...," said the softer of the two. He was the second one to attempt to touch her. The first one looked down on her like she was some kind of animal.

"Lye isto na sana, to my father. That was his final word." He said, as though he could control her. 'Wait.' she thought about this concept before speaking.

"And your father is...King Tharinduil, right?" she said with as much sarcasm as she could muster.

" Lle rangwa amin?"

"

"Where have you been living? Mars? Everyone knows the rudimentary, amin/lle Quel ri/amrun exc. Next thing you're going to tell me is this is Mirkwood."

"But...It is..."

"What is what?" Damia sounded peeved.

"This place, it is called Mirkwood..."

"Oh, yeah...and you are Legolas Greenleaf and I am Lady Galadrial."

"You look nothing like Galadrial."

"And you look nothing like Orlando Bloom!"

"Or...who?"

"Orlando Bloom; the guy who plays Legolas in the Lord of the Rings. Duh!"

The pair whispered frantically in Sindarian.