Chapter 3

A Native American stood over two burial mounds, both alike, equal in size and structure. His head was bowed, the wind whipping his dark hair and clothes around. He looked mournfully into the west.

"If only you had taken my advice and gone with your father, Sons of Elrond," he said sadly. "Then you might still be here today."

As dusk fell, Erestor or Intelligent One, as he was now called, mounted his painted mustang and rode home to the village.

There, he was greeted by his family, Rokkoa, or Chosen Horse; Elrome, Star Trumpet, his son; and Glorfindel, Golden Haired, his best friend and sworn brother.

No one asked where he had gone. They knew this day was reserved for the dead twins, whom Glorfindel and Erestor had tutored throughout their immortal lives.

After their father, Elrond, had left, they had stayed with their sister. They adopted a mortal life, and died on their three thousandth nine hundred and sixty seventh birthdays. Both on the same day. Arwen had died soon after, following her brothers and husband.

The elves looked up as they heard hoofbeats approach. They knew that the humans had come.

"Hello, there! I'm Dr. Cornel, with the mission from South Carolina," A man with a white suit and hat introduced himself, fiddling with his glasses all the time. "These are my associates, Miss Darrington, Mr. Kingfis, and his wife, Mrs. Kingfis, Mr. Telcontar, and his daughter, the lovely Miss Telcontar."

"I am Golden Haired, and these are my family, Intelligent One, Chosen Horse, and Star Trumpet. Welcome to the Nawaigishi tribe," Glorfindel welcomed them.

Glorfindel led them to an empty hut, which they immediately started making themselves at home once he left.

"I do not like this, Glorfindel," Erestor warned in Sindarin when the Elda got back.

"Erestor, you do not like it when any humans come. Anyways, I think we should get to know these people better. Did you hear? It is quite a coincedence that two of them are named Telcontar." Glorfindel replied in kind.

"Maybe. Perhaps they might be Estel's decendants. Perhaps not. I still do not like it." Erestor responded.

"At least act nice to them." Glorfindel made him promise.

"When have I not? Although I would like to get Miss Telcontar better," Erestor said.

"Ai, Erestor, you have always had a soft spot for children," Glorfindel said as they went into their hut together.

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Meanwhile, down in Brazil, Daisy Kellkins talked quietly into her radio away from the Sindar city.

"This is Daisy Kellkins, checking in," she said quietly.

"Welcome back, Miss Kellkins. We were beginning to wander if you had died," a masculine voice said over the radio. "Do you have the proof?"

"Almost. Cameras are everywhere. I just need to get the film and get out of here." She replied quietly.

"Very well. Where is your position? We will pick you up." Daisy gave them her coordinates, and agreed to meet them, with the film, in two days.

"She shut off the radio and crept bak to her bed in the hut. Unfortunately, the hut was in a tree, and she had to climb to get there, quietly cursing elves and their treehouses.

Finally she had made it to her hut, and put her stuff away, laying down on the bed. Suddenly, a candle was lit, and a figure was hown sitting in a chair. She gasped and shot up.

"What do we have here?"

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A/N: That's it for now. Tell me what you think, please review, all that good stuff. The tribe is pronounced Nah- Wah- Gi- She. Just so you know.

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Dalamar- Thanks for the offer of info, but I think I can manage. I'll email you if I have any questions.