I wrote this chapter, because I felt the sword needed to be recognized. Not exactly my favorite chapter to write. I thought not to put it, but decided to anyways. I hope you enjoy it lol. Read on!

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Chapter 6: Elven Blood

Leneil turned to see a brown haired elf with blue eyes. He was clad as a warrior.

"Elrond has requested I give you lessons in weapons, just in case we encounter any beasts on the way to Lothlorien. I do not mean to frighten you by this, but it's best to be prepared."

Leneil had to try her hardest to keep herself from laughing in the elf's face.

"I have some background in sword and archery," she said, trying to be modest.

"Oh that is good. We should start as soon as possible. Would you follow me out to the practicing fields?"

"Surely."

Leneil followed him out to the same fields as last night. She smiled at the thought of the blue-eyed child.

"First, I shall go over the sword basics," he said.

He handed her an old sword.

"It is dull so we don't hurt ourselves."

"You mean I hurt myself, right? Look, I'll tell you a secret. My father was a very good swordsman and he taught me all he knew. Let me get my sword and lets see how much of the basics we need to go over," she smirked.

"Hm, very well. Where are your-" he was interrupted.

"Naraina," she said quite plainly.

He gave her a puzzling look.

"My h-my father's horse."

"Then I shall call the stable hand to retrieve it."

"No!" she yelled out.

"What is the matter?"

"I'd like to get it myself," she recovered, "my horse is temperamental."

"Follow me," he said.

They walked out to the stables and she looked for her Naraina. She spotted her in the back of the stables. She was alone and the other horses around her were backed as far as they could be from her. You could see the fear in their eyes.

"Naraina," she smiled.

"T-this is you horse?" he stuttered.

"Yes."

"This horse is wild! It nearly killed the stable hand. I was witness to it."

"I told you she didn't like other people."

Leneil opened the gate and Naraina came up to her proudly. She nuzzled Leneil's face and stood at her side awaiting her to mount.

"Sorry Naraina. I'm doing sword practice."

Naraina gave her a blood-curdling glare. It made the brown haired warrior step back a few feet. Leneil bit her lip and looked back at the warrior.

"Do you think we could ride out for a little while? My horse is restless."

"If it will stop it from killing anything or anyone, yes."

He thought for a while.

"There is a practice ground farther out we could ride to."

"That will do perfectly."

Leneil grabbed her sword from her horses' saddle and tied it to her waist. She was pleased to have her sword back. She missed it. She ran her hand down it, entranced by it. The warrior coughed and she came out of the trance. She mounted her horse and awaited him to do the same.

"I never caught your name."

"I am Edair, son of Edriamin."

"Where is this place, Edair?" she questioned.

"It up north a bit," he said hastily.

He mounted a brown horse. Naraina instantly broke into full run. Edair tried to catch up but was no match. Leneil was in no hurry to stop her either. She rode far and fast. Leneil closed her eyes and let Naraina take care of the riding. Naraina dodged trees with ease and they came onto a wide field. Leneil felt free for the first time in a long while. She felt like she could fly. Maybe she would fly, and never come back.

She finally came back into reality and slowed Naraina to a halt and she waited for Edair to make his pitiful attempt to catch up. Edair finally made his way to Leneil. He himself was breathing heavily and his horse looked about ready to pass out.

"Where did you learn to ride like that!" he cried out.

"Practice," she replied.

"I'm very impressed. I'm almost excited to now to spar with you. If you fight as well as you ride you might even be as good as me."

She mentally flared. Even as good? She would kill this elf in seconds if not for the circumstances.

"We passed the fighting grounds quite a while ago, but here shall do. There is plenty of space."

He dismounted and tied his horse to a tree. Leneil dismounted and sent Naraina off. The black horse disappeared into the woods.

"Your horse!!" he cried out.

"I think I know my horse, Sir," she shot back, nearly insulted by his comment.

He looked nervously to where Naraina ran off but shrugged and decided it not his place. He drew his sword and looked at Leneil, waiting her move.

Leneil drew her crescent sword. It's sound made a chill go down her spine. She admired it for a while. Looking from the inscription to the jeweled handle. When she held it she felt so much power. It coursed through her. She closed her eyes and let it go through her, this power.

"Are you ok?" he asked.

Leneil's eyes shot open. He froze. Her eyes seemed dark. He could feel a strange energy coming from her, a dark energy. He stepped back. He felt like fleeing on the spot. Leneil with out warning charged forward and brought down her sword on the elf. His eyes shot wide. He dropped his sword and looked out in pure shock. He fell, in two.

Leneil dropped her sword and fell back. What the hell just happened she wondered. She looked from her sword to the elf, now in two halves. She ran to the nearest tree and bent over. She felt her body shake. Her stomach became uneasy and she threw up. The taste horrid made her gag even more. It burned her thought and her mouth. She sat down and put her face in her hands trying to figure out what just happened. It was the sword. Her father wasn't kidding when he said it held great power, great but dark. For the first time in her life she felt ashamed. Ashamed she killed. How was she even going to begin to explain this? Why had the sword taken control of her like that? She looked at the sword. It gleamed in the sun and it laughed at her. She could almost hear it's haunting voice.

'Leneil …' a voice laughed

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Well there it is, review and I'll add some more. Next chapter is called Eye of Sauron - Lothlorien Reunion.

Namarie!

Aranel/Sarah/Rina-san