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The clash of swords could be heard throughout Rivendell as Fiothiel thrust and parried her way across the cold floor. Sweaty and disheveled, she watched her opponent through slit eyes as she knocked his sword out of his hand and tripped him, securing him to the stone floor with the tip of her boot. With her sword pointed between his eyes, she said:
"Now do you surrender? Or shall I slit you from throat to stomach?"
"Well aren't we touchy today, 'Thiel! One would think I was some sort of Orc or whatnot, hm?"
"Oh silence, Iso, there is only so much I can deal with right now! If you only knew what kind of pit I have thrown myself into today…"
"From the sound of it, the pit contained wizards who were practicing spells on how to turn cheery elven maids into irritated monsters!" at her venomous glance, he added hurriedly, "Not as if my opinion matters however… I don't know why I would have said something like that…"
Fiothiel sighed and proceeded to tell her longtime companion the events of the morning. When she finished, he said, "Can it be worse than when you lost the Lord's prize stallion? You're still here, aren't you?"
She rolled her eyes. "Lord Elrond knows me, and it was an accident, I did not attack his horse from behind and threaten to slit its throat!"
"It would not have known what you said anyways, 'Thiel," Isorfir commented.
Fiothiel groaned. "You are of no help! Who knows what could happen to me now? He was more than a bit irked when I spoke back to him in the forest… but he tricked me, and it could have cost him his life! Which right now I place very little value upon…"
Isorfir chortled, then put on a straight face and looked straight behind Fiothiel. She sensed someone behind her, and turned quickly to come face-to-face with her stern captain, Tadieron.
"Fiothiel, I would speak with you…now"
She swallowed and followed him closely, throwing behind a worried glance.
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She walked into Elrond's study, a place she had only seen once before, when she was questioned about the horse she absentmindedly forgot to tie up. Two elves stood up when she entered; Elrond, and… Legolas. It was just as Fiothiel had expected.
She curtsied as best she could, in her slightly dirty Guards uniform. They nodded, and gestured for her to sit. All she could do now was listen.
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