The Old Forest loomed before her as she neared her destination. It had been
so long, so many uncounted years since she had stood here.
Shaking off the memories Celalcien entered the dense trees and began to estimate how far she should go. Merry had told her many stories about this place. It was said that the trees could move, talk to each other, get you lost for days of they wanted. And after Fangorn she had no doubt that it was true. A mile ought to do it, surely she could find her way out from there, she had a liking for trees and maybe the Forest would figure that out. Besides, the less the chance of someone finding her the better. However, she did not get as far as she would have liked before she realized that something other than the trees were watching her. Ahead of her the flicker of a dying fire could be seen and behind her she heard a shard breath. She also noticed that the Forest seemed to be groaning now, from fear of the fire, though whoever had started it had kept it low. "How nice of them," she mumbled, serious if a little sarcastic. She moved on a bit more and heard that whatever was behind her moved too. Most people would never hear the light noise but years with the Rangers and her elven heritage allowed her that privilege. Once more she moved forward and once more the foot steps followed her ever so lightly. This time, though, they did not stop until a few seconds after her and she was able to find her pursuer's position. With a light breath and quick movements Celalcien grabbed the hidden creature and dragged it out of its' hiding place, keeping her knife to its' throat. "What business do you have here?"
"Please, I didn't mean anything by it," the other spoke rather frantically.
Celalcien inclined her head and gave the creature a good look, then suddenly released her hold with a look of surprise. Before her stood a hobbit, but one that she seemed to know. In her caution the tongue of the elves passed through her lips, "Amin sinta lle?"
Shaking off the memories Celalcien entered the dense trees and began to estimate how far she should go. Merry had told her many stories about this place. It was said that the trees could move, talk to each other, get you lost for days of they wanted. And after Fangorn she had no doubt that it was true. A mile ought to do it, surely she could find her way out from there, she had a liking for trees and maybe the Forest would figure that out. Besides, the less the chance of someone finding her the better. However, she did not get as far as she would have liked before she realized that something other than the trees were watching her. Ahead of her the flicker of a dying fire could be seen and behind her she heard a shard breath. She also noticed that the Forest seemed to be groaning now, from fear of the fire, though whoever had started it had kept it low. "How nice of them," she mumbled, serious if a little sarcastic. She moved on a bit more and heard that whatever was behind her moved too. Most people would never hear the light noise but years with the Rangers and her elven heritage allowed her that privilege. Once more she moved forward and once more the foot steps followed her ever so lightly. This time, though, they did not stop until a few seconds after her and she was able to find her pursuer's position. With a light breath and quick movements Celalcien grabbed the hidden creature and dragged it out of its' hiding place, keeping her knife to its' throat. "What business do you have here?"
"Please, I didn't mean anything by it," the other spoke rather frantically.
Celalcien inclined her head and gave the creature a good look, then suddenly released her hold with a look of surprise. Before her stood a hobbit, but one that she seemed to know. In her caution the tongue of the elves passed through her lips, "Amin sinta lle?"