RUNES
by Pride
Disclaimer: I only own, Tinu, Stranger Way and Nauriel. Wish I owned Aragorn.... ; ).
AN: TLC is on. (Tender Loving Care. *giggling*) Sorry bout the long AN's. John said his first few words yesterday since the accident. *scattered applause* COME ON! CLAP! *more applause and "whoo hoos". Oh, I cant write with Creed on. DMX."What These ****** Want *unedited*"
CHAPTER TEN!
FLASHBACK #2 and a half *lol*
" Ada, I have to go. It is unlike myself to stay in one place for such a long time. I do not regret coming here, Yet, I must leave. Tis my destiny." Her words were blurred at first and barely recognizable.
Elrond looked down at her. Sadness was hidden in his eyes. He sighed and kissed her forehead softly. He stood proud and tall... and alone.
"Tinu!!! Do not leave yet!" Two twin voices yelled from behind her, from the Halls. Ellandan and Elrohir. They swept her into a tight embrace. She groaned. Then, Tinu started to realise they weren't letting go. She flicked them both on their foreheads. They jumped back at the same time, looking *cough cough 'fake'* hurt. Tinumandra sighed and hugged the twins lightly. She turned to give others good bye's.
"Wait! We have a going away gift for you! Wait!" Tinu turned back to them slowly. A trick, Ellandan? Ellandan and Elrohir shook their heads in unison. They smiled a handed her a tiny jewelry box of pure mithril with silver designs on it to her. Tinumandra was going to open it, but a hand fell onto hers. Two hands. One smooth and elven, Elrond. The other, rugged and scarred...
"Estel." Tinu looked up at him. He smiled at her and handed her a box much like the first, but wooden and smaller. She stared at the box and Aragorn *Estel* backed up.
"Tinumandra!! Tinu! Don't leave yet!," Came a soft female yell. Tinu looked up, holding tears back, as Arwen Undomiel ran towards her.
Fresh tears streaked Arwen's cheek and Elrond fought the impulse to comfort her. She did not stop running till she had Tinu in a tight hug. Arwen backed up, brushing her tears away and holding out the staff she had. Tinu glanced down at it, spellbound.
" Is it for me?" Tinumandra said weakly. Arwen laughed lightly and nodded. Tinu swept Arwen into a hug. She let her go and turned to Aragorn, hoping Elrond was not listening.
" Now, listen, Estel! I want you to take really good care of the Evenstar. If you do not, regardless of our friendship, I will slaughter you. I promise. Do you understand?" Estel nodded mutely, knowing she'd carry out the threat.
Tinu sent him a thought. Estel, Be wary of Elrond. T' would be unwise to cross him, and you know this. Watch out for Arwen and do not be disrespectful... Estel merely nodded again. Arwen looked between them questioningly.
Tinumandra kicked her horse into a canter at the gates of Rivendell and looked back one last time. She has not gone back yet. It has been 29 years.
Tinu checked her horse at a Haven on her way south. She camped there that night among Men, Elves and some dwarfs.
She leaned back on the cot and groaned softly. 6 hours of straight riding, no breaks, because of the rush to make it to camp by nightfall. Now, a tent with a dwarf and 2 men. Dammit. Her day had gone just slightly wrong. The men looked at her with slight wonder but the dwarves scoffed at her. Great.
Tinu closed her eyes and settled down into her cot. She was completely alert. Everything the dwarves said about her, The men talking about war and her. She heard the fabric door of the tent being pushed aside and 2- no, 3, elves entered. Before long, She felt their breathing besides her bed. The dwarves and men had stopped talking. The cot shifted as 2 of the 3 sat down next to her. Tinumandra felt a hand being held to her head. She flicked her eyes open and noted their glances returning to the knife wound she had won that day, fighting 2 orcs. *an: "Mesmerize" is on. Ehhh... : |*
She touched a hand to the cut. It was bleeding again. The elves were tall adults. One female, two males. The female lifted her hand to touch the stomach wound. Tinu pushed her hand away.
"Let me be! I shall heal myself. I am capable. Let me be. Go away. I am fine." Tinumandra motioned them away. They all sighed and strolled out.
The dwarves were staring at her. She decided to invade their minds. What?! What do you want? They stared around before their gaze fell on her again. They went back to their conversation. Tinu exhaled and pulled her bag up onto her bed. They had told her to open their presents at the first Haven.
In the box the Twins had given her were two twin daggers. One with an Emerald, one with a ruby. They were layered in mithril and the hilts were wrapped in leather for grip. The dwarves glared at the daggers.
Under a thin sheath of elven fabric was another longer blade with the chaRacters of her name etched into it. An emerald had been forged into the blade. His name was etched in common tongue. Elrond.
She smiled down at the blade, setting it aside while the dwarves stared at it. Estel's box was left. Only his. Tinumandra opened the box carefully. *"Superman" is on!! Eminem!*
A meduim-sized bottle was encased in 5 layers of thick fabric. A red boittle. It was filled to the top with a clear thick flowing liquid. Tonic. Aragorn and her had worked on creating a healing tonic for 7 years. He had perfected it. Here, in a perfect liquid, was the end result.
The dwarves watched her quietly and even the men had their attention on her. She sighed. Tinu had memorized the formula, She could remake it. This amount could last her 65 years. The men were covered in wounds and looked like they had come further than her.
Tinumandra tossed them the bottle. Luckily, like she knew they would, they caught it. The two stared blankly at her. The dwarfs looked put out. There goes their "conceited elf" theory. She motioned to them that they should drink a little and they did. They tossed her back the liquid. She stowed it under her bed with her knives and weapons. She propped the Staff next to the head of the cot. Tinu blew out the candle above her head and curled into her blanket.
Authors Note: Sleeping dont sound so bad. Luda is on. "Roll out.... My businass... Stay the F*** up out my business." g2g! I write like crazy but forget to submit. Congrats to John and the rest of the Stapletons! Take care of him!
NAMARIE! Tis 9:42 on a school night... GOOD NIGHT! Save me from the popular bitches I have to team up with for B-ball. AHHH!Ooh, Puddle Of Mudd is on! "She freakin hates me..."
