The 6th Istari
Chapter 9: Midnight Meetings and Midnight Fights
Note: I may have gotten some facts wrong, and if I did, and you notice, please tell me and I will try to change it asap.
Thoughts are in Italics. Thoughts spoken to each other are "in italics". If they are speaking in elvish, *elvish*, if dwarvish, dwarvish, if they are speaking normally, "It will be normal."
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A couple rooms away, Curunir shows no signs of sleep. He had lain down and the candles were out, but he was far from sleep. He couldn't get the face from his mind, no matter how much he pushed or pulled or tried to blank his thoughts or shield them or just forget about her; she was always there. Finally he gave up and went to see the girl.
Curunir stalked through the hallways, silent as a cat. He had learned quickly that if he wanted to go unnoticed than he had better learn to move silently, and the elves are the best teachers for that. If all else failed, he would use words, they had never failed him before, and he was able to make his voice go loud or soft, conjoaling or criticizing, happy or sad.
He slipped noiselessly into the room and want over to Twe's bed; she really is beautiful, he though as he sat next to her bed in a chair and stared at her. The moonlight was filtering in through tree leaves and it cast a soft glow on her. Someone had covered her up with a blanket and the others too, he realized. But his attention quickly returned to Twe, he held her hand in his, it was cold, so he rubbed it and took up the other one to rub it too. The he places then gently under the covers.
He looked at her, there was yearning and confusion in his face, he had never felt this way before, and he didn't know what to do. He slowly and hesitantly leaned down. Her lips were round, full, and beautiful. He wondered it they were soft. "Please let me kiss you, beautiful elf." He pleaded. Then he bent down and touched his lips o hers, a soft tingle seemed to course it's way along his body from his lips. He did it again, a bit harder and again, each time the soft tingles grew stronger until his whole body was tingling. He suddenly got up and gave Twe a last longing look and darted away, still silent.
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In her wanderings between the fights with dark something, Twe met Keavan again. She had been fighting many things many times, each time she seemed to grow weaker and weaker. But suddenly Keavan was there with no warning. He came up to her and seemed to ask in his mind, "Please let me kiss you, beautiful elf." She simply stood there; he gave her lips three kisses, light ones, almost like a butterfly kiss. But the kisses sent tingles coursing through her body. She gathered strength and courage from the tingles, and she wanted to cry out to Keavan, "No don't go!" But couldn't, suddenly he was suddenly gone and she was alone, sadder but stronger. She turned and her vigor had reawakened, and she fought the daemons, orcs, enemies, and shadows she couldn't see with more vigor than ever, grateful for those kisses.
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The next morning, when Mithrandir got up, he found Curunir in a garden, oddly quiet. "What is it Curunir?" he walked slowly over to Curunir, worried. "Nothing," Curunir said simply, he didn't fool either of them. He stood with his back to Mithrandir, feet apart and hands clasped behind his back, "I've don't know what to do Olorin." He said quietly, the whisper was almost lost in the noises from nature. Mithrandir could tell he was serious by dropping out of the use of the name of the people around them and falling into the use of his western name. "I know I have gone out with a lot of girls and slept with a whole lot more, but I have never felt this way ever before." He ended on a rising note; Mithrandir realized he was bewildered and lost.
Mithrandir looked at him closely. He was pale, and had bags under his eyes; he hadn't slept much, if at all. His hands couldn't stay still and were twisting around in each other, his brows were creased in puzzlement, and he seemed to ask Mithrandir a dozen questions that Mithrandir couldn't even begin to understand. Mithrandir had pity and doubt; he pitied Curunir for feeling this way and doubted his beliefs last night that this was merely some fantasy and not real.
"Mithrandir! Curunir!" They heard Legolas' smooth voice calling to them, suddenly Mithrandir saw Legolas at the garden's entrance. "Are you ready, it is almost time?" Legolas asked. "We'll be there in a second, don't worry Legolas, we'll meet you there." Olorin knew that Legolas could read the tension that Curunir was feeling in Curunir's back. Legolas nodded and left.
"Does she really mean that much to you?" Olorin asked his friend. "Yes." Came a breathy reply. Olorin was at a loss of words for that. "Well, we should, um. well, lets just put it to the side for now, can you focus?" Mithrandir worriedly asked. "Curunir nodded and turned around, his face hidden, with a slight smile on his lips you didn't notice the bags, paleness, or confusion in the eyes.
The two turned and left, Curunir and Mithrandir walking side-by-side, ready to take what was coming to them. When they first left the garden, Curunir managed to reasonably assure himself that it was all a special moment feeling, a slight infatuation, and was gone now. But as he grew nearer and nearer to Tiwena, he grew more and more aware of the fact she was near to him and he began to sweat, he clenched his hands into fists and held his back straighter.
When they entered the room, both Thranduil and Legolas were struck by the power surrounding them; it seemed to be both a glow, and a presence in the mind and the posture they held. They seemed to be tall, kind, lords descending from a circle of light, stars seemed to shine on their foreheads and their hands and their elven robes whispered of the winds of nature and the elvish words on the robes were there but when you went to focus on them they were gone, but you could always see them out of the corner of your eye.
The two didn't speak or look at the elves, the two moved aside to part the way for the Istari from across the sea. Mithrandir went to Tiwena's left side and Curunir to her right. They both took up her hand and put the other hand on her forehead and simply stood there. Their eyes were closed and their muscles lax, but still tension seemed to fill the air. Seconds seemed to pass for the elves, the halos around the Istari seemed to flux and flutter then drain into the elvish girl. When the halo was very dim the wizards opened their eyes and stared into one anther's eyes. They then gently set her hands back down and stepped back; the next second they slumped onto the floor.
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As soon as the two entered Twe's mind, Curunir sent to Mithrandir, "Your right Mith, her mind is very organized". Mith sent back, "This is the library scene where I left, there's a door over there Cur, lets try that way." Mith gestured towards a door at one end of the library. Cur frowned, "No, for some reason something tells me it's that way," he gestured to the opposite end of the room, a blank wall. Mith raised his eyebrows but said nothing; "We can at least check it out, right?" Cur asked him, "Sure" came the reply.
When they reached the wall, Cur went up and tapped on the wall, nothing happened. "Should we try the door?" Mith asked, but suddenly the scene changed, they were no longer in a library but in a forest, they were on a medium sized dirt beaten track that wound its' way through a wood. "Which way?" Mith asked Cur. Cur turned around and around, finally he said, "I get a tingling feeling when I face the way that I wanted to go in the library, a vibrating when I face the way you wanted to go, and a slight hum when I face to either side between the two directions." Cur looked at Mith helplessly.
"What way makes you feel the most happy, or safest?" Mith asked, Cur thought some more. "Your way is pulling me stronger, as if something in me wants me to go that way. But my way seems to pull at me less strongly and at my feelings, not my mind like the other way." Cur shrugged, "I can't explain very well what I feel." Mith stared at Cur hard, finally he said, "We don't have time to make the wrong choice, Twe is probably running out of strength and thus time. We need to make the right decision." He stared at Cur some more, tried to unravel the feelings that Cur got and he didn't. "We'll go your way." And they started off.
They rounded a bend in the corner, and saw a waterfall that was still some ways away but they could hear a voice through the pounding of water on rock. The voice was not a stunning voice, but an okay voice. But it managed to convey the power, strength, ability, and nature of the person who owned it. Mith simply nodded, it was the voice he remembered from Twe memories, her own voice. But Cur stopped dead still, listening intently, "Is that her?" He asked Mith. "Yes, now come on. I don't know why she's singing but we need to keep going; from the looks of it, the waterfall is a ways away."
But either distance is distorted by Twe's mind or she switched the landscape again, because they had merely rounded the bend up ahead when they saw her. They both stopped this time, shock ed at what they saw.
She was standing by the edge of the water, her back to them. She seemed to be watching the waterfall. Her hair was down this time and not held up by the topknot, the wind seemed to blow it every which way, and even whip it in her face, but she didn't seem to notice. But he big thing was that she was naked. All she had on was a flame or leaf like thing seemed to wind it's way around her. It looked like it would fall off at her slightest movement, it looked so loose, but it stuck fast to her, covering her chest and her hips. The colors switched and blending into other patterns. First it was a forest color, all greens and brown, then a white strand appeared in the center on the garment and worked it's way outward, pushing all the greens and browns out, now it was white with ice blue and lavender edges, now it was of the purples, blues, and reds of a sunset.
Suddenly she turned around, She stood tall, her weight balance equally on each foot, ready to spring into action. Her hands were hanging at her sides, the fingers were open, and relaxed. She looked directly at them and her eyes bore into them. To say they were different would be putting it mildly. The pupils were white with a black edge that blended into the white. She seemed to look into both of their eyes at the same time. The scene changed yet again, now they seemed to be among the stars, standing on a pathway of stars. Even though they were taller, she towered over them, her garment switching colors. Now it was a fiery conflagration, a light shone form her, she seemed to be the sun, explosions of light seemed to erupt from her. She was a light bearer, she gave off light, it burned into the wizards eyes; but they did not close their eyelids, move their arms to cover their faces, or even squint. Suddenly in their minds there boomed a voice, "WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU HERE?"
They were shocked by this loud voice coming from this elvish girl. It held the same Mith came out of the trance first. "We are Istari, wizards. We have come to help you." He tried to tell her. "WHY WOULD WIZARDS CARE ABOUT ONE PERSON WHOM THEY HAVE NEVER MET BEFORE? HOW DID YOU GET HERE?" Mith wanted to shrink back, that voice was so intimidating, it was so potent with power and every word seemed to leave an after image in firs in his head.
Cur simply stared at her, she was so entrancing to him. She was beauty, grace, strength, power, and courage all rolled up into one woman. Every thing that she owned seemed to be the pure essence of something, nothing was diluted or only half there, she was perfect. Suddenly he thought of a saying he had once heard or read somewhere, No one is perfect until you fall in love with them. The thought scared him, Am I falling in love? Are those the feelings I have? He immediately put all his thoughts and feeling for this woman in front of him, behind his inmost shields. His thoughts were guarded by shield upon shield, within each layer had thoughts. Only in the inner most, where his very being dwelt did he hide his most important and sacred thoughts. He hid the feelings there and kept his face blank.
Twe's eyes bore into the two men in front of her. "OPEN UP TO ME." Mith had become the spokesperson of their band of two, and turned to Cur. "Cur?" He simply asked, "No Mith, I have to many thoughts that can't be seen." Cur stepped back. Twe was still staring at them. Mith turned back to her, "What about just me, my companion has seen and heard many things that can't be divulged to anyone." He again tried to tell her, but she remained silent. Mith turned to Cur, "We need to help her Cur! She may have wizard blood, we're few enough as it i-" but Mith was broken off by an attack.
It really was amazing at how low of an energy that she was that she could still penetrate their thoughts. She sent two thought spear at their minds, she pierced each shield, once she was in, she proceeded to go through everything in less than a second, she had penetrated all their shields, even to their inner most ones. But she seemed to know which thoughts were private and which she could and did look at.
Both Istari staggered backwards. The attack on their minds taking up all their focus, but in a single second, she had penetrated, gone through, and had extricated herself from their minds. FINE, FOLLOW ME. Without either of them having noticed, the scene had changed once again.
"Doesn't she ever get sick of changing the scenes?" Cur groaned at Mith, both of who were still recovering from the attack. Twe simply silently slipped through the forest. Her garment was now back to a green silver gray brown color, they were in woods again. "These trees look familiar." Mith said, trying to place them. "Look like trees to me." Cur said, standing up and breathing deeply. "Let's go, we're going to lose her." Mith followed the retreating back of Cur, but continued to look around him; suddenly it hit him.
"Cur! Cur! These are Greenwood trees! Were in Thranduil's forest! She must be going back to the fight!" He hurriedly told Cur. "Wait, wait a second." Cur said holding up his hands as if to ward off an attack from Mith. "What? We're in the Greenwood? So what does that mean?" Cur shrugged, "one forest is the same as another, why does it matter what forest we're in?" Mith looked downcast at this point, "I don't know, but it maybe significant, maybe, maybe it could be nothing, I don't know."
They then caught up with Twe, they were looking at her back yet again, and she was staring at the clearing where she had earlier knocked out a lot of orcs. There was practically an army on the other side.
It was a hodge-podge army, a mixture of many things and creatures. There were orcs who held heavy looking black metal swords, daemons in the disguise of clouds of smoke and different colors and feelings, none of them good, angry looking people who held any number of things from swords and bows to pitch forks and brooms, mean dwarves wielding wicked looked axes, twisted, tortured looking trees, some on fire, and behind it all was a shadow, a big, dark black shadow. Twe stood there and waited, staring at the army across the clearing. The creatures looked restless, swinging weapons and sometimes hitting each other, but not caring.
The two wizards stared, disbelieving at the army. Twe spoke to them, hiding the power that she had showed t them in their first meeting to intimidate them, she spoke normally now. "When I first fell down after sending out that light, they were here. I fought them and they retreated. They were once much larger, but I have taken many of them down, but have lost much doing it. Each time they retreat, but it costs me more and more for that retreat, I recoup each time, but I fear that this will be my last fight." They could not sense fear in her thoughts, but simply grim determination and fact.
"We are here to help you this time Twe, we will not let you fall." Cur felt silly for trying to reassure her, she was perfectly able to take care of herself and didn't look like she needed reassurance. But Twe turned her head to the side and looked at Cur, slowly a smile grew form the cruel and bleak line. Her eyes seemed to sparkle and dance in the small joy that companionship brought and her smile was a wistful, I-wish-it-were-so kind of smile.
She turned her face and she was once again a stern and unmovable pillar. She was like a statue of a war goddess; ready, focused, and waiting for the battle that was sure to come. Mith couldn't help but wonder, What would this be like if she was trained? He gave a small harrumph, and the thought continued, If she were trained we wouldn't be here! He then focused his thought on the battle ahead.
The two sides stared at each other. The clearing separated the two warring factions. One had bloodthirsty orcs, men, dwarves, trees, and a bleak darkness that was foretelling a grim and total defeat fro his soon-to-be triumphant side. The other side only held three people. Two wizards stood straight and tall, proud and confident, both seemingly very young and strong, but having the wisdom of many years in their eyes and minds. And in the middle a single girl, clothed in a flowing and looses leaf-like cloth. Mith sized up each side, Each of us has determination and courage, both had magic, and both had strength. And all of this over a single 16- year-old girl!
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Well, this sounds familiar, the calm before the storm, yet ANOTHER battle! But this one also has surprising results, I assure you. Well, r/r and move on along!
~Kit ;)
Chapter 9: Midnight Meetings and Midnight Fights
Note: I may have gotten some facts wrong, and if I did, and you notice, please tell me and I will try to change it asap.
Thoughts are in Italics. Thoughts spoken to each other are "in italics". If they are speaking in elvish, *elvish*, if dwarvish, dwarvish, if they are speaking normally, "It will be normal."
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A couple rooms away, Curunir shows no signs of sleep. He had lain down and the candles were out, but he was far from sleep. He couldn't get the face from his mind, no matter how much he pushed or pulled or tried to blank his thoughts or shield them or just forget about her; she was always there. Finally he gave up and went to see the girl.
Curunir stalked through the hallways, silent as a cat. He had learned quickly that if he wanted to go unnoticed than he had better learn to move silently, and the elves are the best teachers for that. If all else failed, he would use words, they had never failed him before, and he was able to make his voice go loud or soft, conjoaling or criticizing, happy or sad.
He slipped noiselessly into the room and want over to Twe's bed; she really is beautiful, he though as he sat next to her bed in a chair and stared at her. The moonlight was filtering in through tree leaves and it cast a soft glow on her. Someone had covered her up with a blanket and the others too, he realized. But his attention quickly returned to Twe, he held her hand in his, it was cold, so he rubbed it and took up the other one to rub it too. The he places then gently under the covers.
He looked at her, there was yearning and confusion in his face, he had never felt this way before, and he didn't know what to do. He slowly and hesitantly leaned down. Her lips were round, full, and beautiful. He wondered it they were soft. "Please let me kiss you, beautiful elf." He pleaded. Then he bent down and touched his lips o hers, a soft tingle seemed to course it's way along his body from his lips. He did it again, a bit harder and again, each time the soft tingles grew stronger until his whole body was tingling. He suddenly got up and gave Twe a last longing look and darted away, still silent.
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In her wanderings between the fights with dark something, Twe met Keavan again. She had been fighting many things many times, each time she seemed to grow weaker and weaker. But suddenly Keavan was there with no warning. He came up to her and seemed to ask in his mind, "Please let me kiss you, beautiful elf." She simply stood there; he gave her lips three kisses, light ones, almost like a butterfly kiss. But the kisses sent tingles coursing through her body. She gathered strength and courage from the tingles, and she wanted to cry out to Keavan, "No don't go!" But couldn't, suddenly he was suddenly gone and she was alone, sadder but stronger. She turned and her vigor had reawakened, and she fought the daemons, orcs, enemies, and shadows she couldn't see with more vigor than ever, grateful for those kisses.
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The next morning, when Mithrandir got up, he found Curunir in a garden, oddly quiet. "What is it Curunir?" he walked slowly over to Curunir, worried. "Nothing," Curunir said simply, he didn't fool either of them. He stood with his back to Mithrandir, feet apart and hands clasped behind his back, "I've don't know what to do Olorin." He said quietly, the whisper was almost lost in the noises from nature. Mithrandir could tell he was serious by dropping out of the use of the name of the people around them and falling into the use of his western name. "I know I have gone out with a lot of girls and slept with a whole lot more, but I have never felt this way ever before." He ended on a rising note; Mithrandir realized he was bewildered and lost.
Mithrandir looked at him closely. He was pale, and had bags under his eyes; he hadn't slept much, if at all. His hands couldn't stay still and were twisting around in each other, his brows were creased in puzzlement, and he seemed to ask Mithrandir a dozen questions that Mithrandir couldn't even begin to understand. Mithrandir had pity and doubt; he pitied Curunir for feeling this way and doubted his beliefs last night that this was merely some fantasy and not real.
"Mithrandir! Curunir!" They heard Legolas' smooth voice calling to them, suddenly Mithrandir saw Legolas at the garden's entrance. "Are you ready, it is almost time?" Legolas asked. "We'll be there in a second, don't worry Legolas, we'll meet you there." Olorin knew that Legolas could read the tension that Curunir was feeling in Curunir's back. Legolas nodded and left.
"Does she really mean that much to you?" Olorin asked his friend. "Yes." Came a breathy reply. Olorin was at a loss of words for that. "Well, we should, um. well, lets just put it to the side for now, can you focus?" Mithrandir worriedly asked. "Curunir nodded and turned around, his face hidden, with a slight smile on his lips you didn't notice the bags, paleness, or confusion in the eyes.
The two turned and left, Curunir and Mithrandir walking side-by-side, ready to take what was coming to them. When they first left the garden, Curunir managed to reasonably assure himself that it was all a special moment feeling, a slight infatuation, and was gone now. But as he grew nearer and nearer to Tiwena, he grew more and more aware of the fact she was near to him and he began to sweat, he clenched his hands into fists and held his back straighter.
When they entered the room, both Thranduil and Legolas were struck by the power surrounding them; it seemed to be both a glow, and a presence in the mind and the posture they held. They seemed to be tall, kind, lords descending from a circle of light, stars seemed to shine on their foreheads and their hands and their elven robes whispered of the winds of nature and the elvish words on the robes were there but when you went to focus on them they were gone, but you could always see them out of the corner of your eye.
The two didn't speak or look at the elves, the two moved aside to part the way for the Istari from across the sea. Mithrandir went to Tiwena's left side and Curunir to her right. They both took up her hand and put the other hand on her forehead and simply stood there. Their eyes were closed and their muscles lax, but still tension seemed to fill the air. Seconds seemed to pass for the elves, the halos around the Istari seemed to flux and flutter then drain into the elvish girl. When the halo was very dim the wizards opened their eyes and stared into one anther's eyes. They then gently set her hands back down and stepped back; the next second they slumped onto the floor.
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As soon as the two entered Twe's mind, Curunir sent to Mithrandir, "Your right Mith, her mind is very organized". Mith sent back, "This is the library scene where I left, there's a door over there Cur, lets try that way." Mith gestured towards a door at one end of the library. Cur frowned, "No, for some reason something tells me it's that way," he gestured to the opposite end of the room, a blank wall. Mith raised his eyebrows but said nothing; "We can at least check it out, right?" Cur asked him, "Sure" came the reply.
When they reached the wall, Cur went up and tapped on the wall, nothing happened. "Should we try the door?" Mith asked, but suddenly the scene changed, they were no longer in a library but in a forest, they were on a medium sized dirt beaten track that wound its' way through a wood. "Which way?" Mith asked Cur. Cur turned around and around, finally he said, "I get a tingling feeling when I face the way that I wanted to go in the library, a vibrating when I face the way you wanted to go, and a slight hum when I face to either side between the two directions." Cur looked at Mith helplessly.
"What way makes you feel the most happy, or safest?" Mith asked, Cur thought some more. "Your way is pulling me stronger, as if something in me wants me to go that way. But my way seems to pull at me less strongly and at my feelings, not my mind like the other way." Cur shrugged, "I can't explain very well what I feel." Mith stared at Cur hard, finally he said, "We don't have time to make the wrong choice, Twe is probably running out of strength and thus time. We need to make the right decision." He stared at Cur some more, tried to unravel the feelings that Cur got and he didn't. "We'll go your way." And they started off.
They rounded a bend in the corner, and saw a waterfall that was still some ways away but they could hear a voice through the pounding of water on rock. The voice was not a stunning voice, but an okay voice. But it managed to convey the power, strength, ability, and nature of the person who owned it. Mith simply nodded, it was the voice he remembered from Twe memories, her own voice. But Cur stopped dead still, listening intently, "Is that her?" He asked Mith. "Yes, now come on. I don't know why she's singing but we need to keep going; from the looks of it, the waterfall is a ways away."
But either distance is distorted by Twe's mind or she switched the landscape again, because they had merely rounded the bend up ahead when they saw her. They both stopped this time, shock ed at what they saw.
She was standing by the edge of the water, her back to them. She seemed to be watching the waterfall. Her hair was down this time and not held up by the topknot, the wind seemed to blow it every which way, and even whip it in her face, but she didn't seem to notice. But he big thing was that she was naked. All she had on was a flame or leaf like thing seemed to wind it's way around her. It looked like it would fall off at her slightest movement, it looked so loose, but it stuck fast to her, covering her chest and her hips. The colors switched and blending into other patterns. First it was a forest color, all greens and brown, then a white strand appeared in the center on the garment and worked it's way outward, pushing all the greens and browns out, now it was white with ice blue and lavender edges, now it was of the purples, blues, and reds of a sunset.
Suddenly she turned around, She stood tall, her weight balance equally on each foot, ready to spring into action. Her hands were hanging at her sides, the fingers were open, and relaxed. She looked directly at them and her eyes bore into them. To say they were different would be putting it mildly. The pupils were white with a black edge that blended into the white. She seemed to look into both of their eyes at the same time. The scene changed yet again, now they seemed to be among the stars, standing on a pathway of stars. Even though they were taller, she towered over them, her garment switching colors. Now it was a fiery conflagration, a light shone form her, she seemed to be the sun, explosions of light seemed to erupt from her. She was a light bearer, she gave off light, it burned into the wizards eyes; but they did not close their eyelids, move their arms to cover their faces, or even squint. Suddenly in their minds there boomed a voice, "WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU HERE?"
They were shocked by this loud voice coming from this elvish girl. It held the same Mith came out of the trance first. "We are Istari, wizards. We have come to help you." He tried to tell her. "WHY WOULD WIZARDS CARE ABOUT ONE PERSON WHOM THEY HAVE NEVER MET BEFORE? HOW DID YOU GET HERE?" Mith wanted to shrink back, that voice was so intimidating, it was so potent with power and every word seemed to leave an after image in firs in his head.
Cur simply stared at her, she was so entrancing to him. She was beauty, grace, strength, power, and courage all rolled up into one woman. Every thing that she owned seemed to be the pure essence of something, nothing was diluted or only half there, she was perfect. Suddenly he thought of a saying he had once heard or read somewhere, No one is perfect until you fall in love with them. The thought scared him, Am I falling in love? Are those the feelings I have? He immediately put all his thoughts and feeling for this woman in front of him, behind his inmost shields. His thoughts were guarded by shield upon shield, within each layer had thoughts. Only in the inner most, where his very being dwelt did he hide his most important and sacred thoughts. He hid the feelings there and kept his face blank.
Twe's eyes bore into the two men in front of her. "OPEN UP TO ME." Mith had become the spokesperson of their band of two, and turned to Cur. "Cur?" He simply asked, "No Mith, I have to many thoughts that can't be seen." Cur stepped back. Twe was still staring at them. Mith turned back to her, "What about just me, my companion has seen and heard many things that can't be divulged to anyone." He again tried to tell her, but she remained silent. Mith turned to Cur, "We need to help her Cur! She may have wizard blood, we're few enough as it i-" but Mith was broken off by an attack.
It really was amazing at how low of an energy that she was that she could still penetrate their thoughts. She sent two thought spear at their minds, she pierced each shield, once she was in, she proceeded to go through everything in less than a second, she had penetrated all their shields, even to their inner most ones. But she seemed to know which thoughts were private and which she could and did look at.
Both Istari staggered backwards. The attack on their minds taking up all their focus, but in a single second, she had penetrated, gone through, and had extricated herself from their minds. FINE, FOLLOW ME. Without either of them having noticed, the scene had changed once again.
"Doesn't she ever get sick of changing the scenes?" Cur groaned at Mith, both of who were still recovering from the attack. Twe simply silently slipped through the forest. Her garment was now back to a green silver gray brown color, they were in woods again. "These trees look familiar." Mith said, trying to place them. "Look like trees to me." Cur said, standing up and breathing deeply. "Let's go, we're going to lose her." Mith followed the retreating back of Cur, but continued to look around him; suddenly it hit him.
"Cur! Cur! These are Greenwood trees! Were in Thranduil's forest! She must be going back to the fight!" He hurriedly told Cur. "Wait, wait a second." Cur said holding up his hands as if to ward off an attack from Mith. "What? We're in the Greenwood? So what does that mean?" Cur shrugged, "one forest is the same as another, why does it matter what forest we're in?" Mith looked downcast at this point, "I don't know, but it maybe significant, maybe, maybe it could be nothing, I don't know."
They then caught up with Twe, they were looking at her back yet again, and she was staring at the clearing where she had earlier knocked out a lot of orcs. There was practically an army on the other side.
It was a hodge-podge army, a mixture of many things and creatures. There were orcs who held heavy looking black metal swords, daemons in the disguise of clouds of smoke and different colors and feelings, none of them good, angry looking people who held any number of things from swords and bows to pitch forks and brooms, mean dwarves wielding wicked looked axes, twisted, tortured looking trees, some on fire, and behind it all was a shadow, a big, dark black shadow. Twe stood there and waited, staring at the army across the clearing. The creatures looked restless, swinging weapons and sometimes hitting each other, but not caring.
The two wizards stared, disbelieving at the army. Twe spoke to them, hiding the power that she had showed t them in their first meeting to intimidate them, she spoke normally now. "When I first fell down after sending out that light, they were here. I fought them and they retreated. They were once much larger, but I have taken many of them down, but have lost much doing it. Each time they retreat, but it costs me more and more for that retreat, I recoup each time, but I fear that this will be my last fight." They could not sense fear in her thoughts, but simply grim determination and fact.
"We are here to help you this time Twe, we will not let you fall." Cur felt silly for trying to reassure her, she was perfectly able to take care of herself and didn't look like she needed reassurance. But Twe turned her head to the side and looked at Cur, slowly a smile grew form the cruel and bleak line. Her eyes seemed to sparkle and dance in the small joy that companionship brought and her smile was a wistful, I-wish-it-were-so kind of smile.
She turned her face and she was once again a stern and unmovable pillar. She was like a statue of a war goddess; ready, focused, and waiting for the battle that was sure to come. Mith couldn't help but wonder, What would this be like if she was trained? He gave a small harrumph, and the thought continued, If she were trained we wouldn't be here! He then focused his thought on the battle ahead.
The two sides stared at each other. The clearing separated the two warring factions. One had bloodthirsty orcs, men, dwarves, trees, and a bleak darkness that was foretelling a grim and total defeat fro his soon-to-be triumphant side. The other side only held three people. Two wizards stood straight and tall, proud and confident, both seemingly very young and strong, but having the wisdom of many years in their eyes and minds. And in the middle a single girl, clothed in a flowing and looses leaf-like cloth. Mith sized up each side, Each of us has determination and courage, both had magic, and both had strength. And all of this over a single 16- year-old girl!
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Well, this sounds familiar, the calm before the storm, yet ANOTHER battle! But this one also has surprising results, I assure you. Well, r/r and move on along!
~Kit ;)