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qChapter Five
Avara struggled widely to get free of Lord Melkriss' icy grip, but to no avail. When he came to a suitable spot, he threw her down, making her cry out in pain. He grinned when she curled up into a tight ball. He grabbed her and pinned her beneath him. "You will learn not to resist me. Submit to me elf!" Avara spat in his face. "Never!" she cried. Lord Melkriss struck her once, twice across the face, and she spit out blood "You will submit!" he growled, then grinned when, weak and in pain, she gave up. "You will do quite nicely. You were too stubborn last time," he said as she began to cry. He leaned over her, and she kicked out, her last defiant act against him. He hit her again; hard enough that she struggled to maintain consciousness. Suddenly a dagger embedded itself into Lord Melkriss' arm. He jumped up to greet this new enemy. When he saw Dinfan, he burst out laughing. "What is this, a slave? Is that the best you can do?" he taunted. Then something whistled through the air; too late, he saw it was an arrow. It embedded itself in his chest, and he looked at it in amazement as a dark haired elf stepped out into the clearing. "Another elf?" he managed, then slumped to his knees. Dinfan walked over to him and yanked the dagger out of his former master's arm. "Mercy? Mercy!" Lord Melkriss coughed, blood trickling out of his mouth. Dinfan laughed coldly. "Mercy? I will show you the same mercy you showed us," he said, then plunged the dagger into Lord Melkriss' chest, stilling the black heart forever. Thus Dinfan fulfilled his promise to Avara and to Iluvitar.
Lord Elrond walked up to Dinfan, who was gazing down at the slave master's still body. He leaned over and closed the human's eyes. Then he hurried over to where Avara lay. She had become unconscious, and he could tell she would die if she did not soon receive medical help. He wrapped her in his cloak and lifted her into his arms; she weighted almost nothing. Dinfan looked up at him, hope written in his eyes. "You are Lord Elrond, are you not?" he asked. Lord Elrond smiled. "Yes my child, I am. You must follow me now, as we are going to Rivendell. Your friend needs my help." Dinfan's eyes teared up. "She will not die will she? Tell me she will not die!" he cried, and Lord Elrond's heard ached for the young one. "I must get her to Rivendell so I can heal her. She will be okay once she receives my care. Come young one, let us go. You are safe," he answered. He walked at a pace Dinfan could manage, for he was tired and in need of care himself. Glorfindel met him on the path, his sword stained with blood, and Dinfan knew he had defeated the two human guards with ease. He stumbled and would have fallen had Glorfindel not reached out and steadied him. "Easy young one," he said, smiling at him. Then he turned to Elrond and saw Avara, who was barely clinging onto life. "Go with her milord. We will manage with the others. Avara needs your healing, and she needs it soon, else I fear she will leave us." Lord Elrond nodded and a guard who had taken care of his horse stepped forward and helped him mount his steed, and Glorfindel secured Avara as well. He looked up at Elrond. "Ride hard milord." Lord Elrond nodded. "Noro lim Siafanar, loro lim!" Elrond commanded, and the horse took off. Dinfan watched until the Elvin lord was out of sight. He looked up at Glorfindel. "She will be okay?" he asked. Glorfindel smiled and rested a hand on his shoulder. "Yes. Trust Lord Elrond young one, he will not let her die. She is in good hands." The other guards who had formed the rescue team nodded, and Glorfindel knelt down on one knee to look Dinfan in the eyes. "You have become her myhdir, young one. You are her guide, her protector. That is a very difficult path for one not yet come of age," he said softly. Dinfan straightened his tired shoulders and looked into his rescuer's bright eyes. "I shall take this burden gladly. Ilivutar will help me.though I do not see it as a burden." Glorfindel smiled, and one of guards stepped forward. "What do you see it as young one? Why would you choose this path for yourself?" Dinfan looked sideways at Glorfindel, and smiled. "I see it as a gift. Avara is no ordinary elf maiden, I assure you. She has something yet to do for this world, and Ilivutar willing, I shall be there to help her do that. I will protect her with my life, and my death." His answer astounded even the most seasoned soldier, for so mature and old his words had sounded. Glorfindel stood and rested his hands on Dinfan's shoulders. "Well spoken young one. Well spoken indeed."
qChapter Five
Avara struggled widely to get free of Lord Melkriss' icy grip, but to no avail. When he came to a suitable spot, he threw her down, making her cry out in pain. He grinned when she curled up into a tight ball. He grabbed her and pinned her beneath him. "You will learn not to resist me. Submit to me elf!" Avara spat in his face. "Never!" she cried. Lord Melkriss struck her once, twice across the face, and she spit out blood "You will submit!" he growled, then grinned when, weak and in pain, she gave up. "You will do quite nicely. You were too stubborn last time," he said as she began to cry. He leaned over her, and she kicked out, her last defiant act against him. He hit her again; hard enough that she struggled to maintain consciousness. Suddenly a dagger embedded itself into Lord Melkriss' arm. He jumped up to greet this new enemy. When he saw Dinfan, he burst out laughing. "What is this, a slave? Is that the best you can do?" he taunted. Then something whistled through the air; too late, he saw it was an arrow. It embedded itself in his chest, and he looked at it in amazement as a dark haired elf stepped out into the clearing. "Another elf?" he managed, then slumped to his knees. Dinfan walked over to him and yanked the dagger out of his former master's arm. "Mercy? Mercy!" Lord Melkriss coughed, blood trickling out of his mouth. Dinfan laughed coldly. "Mercy? I will show you the same mercy you showed us," he said, then plunged the dagger into Lord Melkriss' chest, stilling the black heart forever. Thus Dinfan fulfilled his promise to Avara and to Iluvitar.
Lord Elrond walked up to Dinfan, who was gazing down at the slave master's still body. He leaned over and closed the human's eyes. Then he hurried over to where Avara lay. She had become unconscious, and he could tell she would die if she did not soon receive medical help. He wrapped her in his cloak and lifted her into his arms; she weighted almost nothing. Dinfan looked up at him, hope written in his eyes. "You are Lord Elrond, are you not?" he asked. Lord Elrond smiled. "Yes my child, I am. You must follow me now, as we are going to Rivendell. Your friend needs my help." Dinfan's eyes teared up. "She will not die will she? Tell me she will not die!" he cried, and Lord Elrond's heard ached for the young one. "I must get her to Rivendell so I can heal her. She will be okay once she receives my care. Come young one, let us go. You are safe," he answered. He walked at a pace Dinfan could manage, for he was tired and in need of care himself. Glorfindel met him on the path, his sword stained with blood, and Dinfan knew he had defeated the two human guards with ease. He stumbled and would have fallen had Glorfindel not reached out and steadied him. "Easy young one," he said, smiling at him. Then he turned to Elrond and saw Avara, who was barely clinging onto life. "Go with her milord. We will manage with the others. Avara needs your healing, and she needs it soon, else I fear she will leave us." Lord Elrond nodded and a guard who had taken care of his horse stepped forward and helped him mount his steed, and Glorfindel secured Avara as well. He looked up at Elrond. "Ride hard milord." Lord Elrond nodded. "Noro lim Siafanar, loro lim!" Elrond commanded, and the horse took off. Dinfan watched until the Elvin lord was out of sight. He looked up at Glorfindel. "She will be okay?" he asked. Glorfindel smiled and rested a hand on his shoulder. "Yes. Trust Lord Elrond young one, he will not let her die. She is in good hands." The other guards who had formed the rescue team nodded, and Glorfindel knelt down on one knee to look Dinfan in the eyes. "You have become her myhdir, young one. You are her guide, her protector. That is a very difficult path for one not yet come of age," he said softly. Dinfan straightened his tired shoulders and looked into his rescuer's bright eyes. "I shall take this burden gladly. Ilivutar will help me.though I do not see it as a burden." Glorfindel smiled, and one of guards stepped forward. "What do you see it as young one? Why would you choose this path for yourself?" Dinfan looked sideways at Glorfindel, and smiled. "I see it as a gift. Avara is no ordinary elf maiden, I assure you. She has something yet to do for this world, and Ilivutar willing, I shall be there to help her do that. I will protect her with my life, and my death." His answer astounded even the most seasoned soldier, for so mature and old his words had sounded. Glorfindel stood and rested his hands on Dinfan's shoulders. "Well spoken young one. Well spoken indeed."