Disclaimer: Nothing's mine with an exception to the elves you won't recognize. ! Damn it! Although I wish, some stuff was.
A/N: Here is my chapter three! Things are going to get more angsty from here on.. I will start replying reviews and for originalities sake, I'll put 'em at the beginning if there gets to be a lot (big if, I refuse to judge my own story and do not know if it is worth reading or not) I'll move 'em to the end. Again, the Elvish is all from a dictionary and the Elvish names of all of my made up elves are from a book of Elvish names. Feel free to state wether you think I should kill of Arwen or not in your reviews, even though the psycho at the keyboard might decide to spite the majority /cough/ Please leave a review! please leave a review/cough/ Sorry for the typos with Elrohir's name. I entered the names of all the characters in the word thing-a-mabob for my word processor and I entered his wrong and it kept changing it...And ugh...So complicated. Well, I've fixed it now so no worries! Here it is! Kinda short, but the next chapter's almost done and I want this up so I can get that up.
M'res: Sorry, Arwen's not dead...Yet Muahahahaha She might just find herself in a pool of her own blood one of these days, or she might not. Can't put stuff that angsty in the first three chapters at any rate.
Joee1: Yes...Damn machine I call a computer! Let us kill it! Instead of Arwen!
Purplefluffychainsaw: Yes, Elrohir did deserve it...But we all still love him. Here it is!
Chapter 3: A Warning to the Wise
Elladan rushed to his sister's side. He feltfor apulse, and found her heart was racing "She's alright!" the dark haired elf called out, relieved. No reply was heard. Elladan turned. A crowd was gathering around the other prone figure. His duplicate and Legolas stood somewhat apart, gazing at all the blood. There was so much...Just so much.
Finally, someone spoke."But Melde's not" The elder twin gazed at the speaker. It was the elf that had been his sister's nurse when she was younger, Melime. She was one of the elves that had come to Rivendell with Celebrian. Though awfully petite for an elf, she seemed to dwarf many others with her willful nature.Melimehad beenwonderful nurse, the pale haired elf's celedon gaze seemed to calm young elflings. Yet she was rash, quick to act and slow to realize mistakes. "Melde gwanwen." (Melde's dead.)
Suddenly, another voice broke the hostility."En!' Legolas cried out, filled with awe and horror at his gruesome discovery, concern upon his fair Elvish face "There is writing in the blood! 'A warning to the wise.'" He paused for a second. "That is all it says...That's all the killer said..." (Look.)
"A message in blood" Elrohir proclaimed. "One could only imagine what this bloodthirsty animal is capable of" His silver eyes shone in fury. This...Thing had attacked his peaceful home. A murder like this would certainly be followed by more death. More blood. More poor young elves like this child mercilessly slaughtered. And for what reason? Why? Why was this creature killing such innocence?
Elladan gave his brother a gentle glance, understanding his thoughts. He clasped his double's shoulder in a comforting way. His smile was forced, yet soothing. "We'll try our best to stop it"
Unbeknownst to them all a soft whisper sounded in the midst of a full, exited crowd. "You can't imagine what I'm capable of. Try hard as you might. Your best will never be enough"