Note!! This is a Roleplay, written by Moriarwen and I. So we switch off writing parts (every other one), that meansI have no clue what will happen in the next part and neither does she. Just so you know that we each wrote half, I didn't write the whole thing. So credit Moriarwen too!

Disclaimer: Neither of us owns lord of the rings, that is, unless Mori has been keepin a really big secret from me...

This story takes place in the Silmarillion just soyou know.

Part one

It was night, the moon's shining face smiled down at the peaceful valley; stars twinkled above in deep blue sky. But it was about to be anything but peaceful. Lurking at the edge of the forest, a figure looked up to the brilliant sky. The starlight caught in her brown eyes before she turned away. Silently, she crept up to the large house in the center of the valley, her black clothing and concealing cloak making her melt into the shadows. When she reached the stately building she picked the lock and slipped inside. She crept down the main hall, staying on the wall and in the shadows. She was a figure of the night. A killer. The house was silent, empty. But she didn't mind. It made her job that much easier. Abruptly turning left, she smiled when she saw the flickering light of a candle under the door frame. She examined the door with a critical eye. She wouldn't be able to open it silently; she knew that from years of experience. It was too large to break through, so that left guile, trickery. It was something she excelled at. There was a ledge above the door, one that she could easily reach if she jumped. She knocked on the door, once more, then once again. When she heard the scraping of a chair on wood floor with her sensitive ears she leapt up, grabbing the ledge and pulling herself with her hands. If anyone had seen it they certainly would have deemed it impressive, she had a sinuous grace and had pulled herself up without strain. Silently she arranged herself like a cat, waiting for the door to open. Light flooded the hallway and a man stepped out. The figure grabbed the ledge and swung into the room, landing silently, with a cat-like grace. She concealed herself in the heavy draperies behind the desk. Seeing no one, the man shrugged and went back in. Seating himself at his large oak desk, the man buried his nose in a leather bound book. Slipping out of the draperies, the figure drew her twin Sai blades. In one swift movement she beheaded him. He didn't even have a chance to scream. She calmly wiped her blades on his tunic, cleaning them of blood. Without a sound she sheathed them and opened the window, jumping out and landing with the softest of thumps. She brushed her long black hair out of her face before disappearing into the night, again a figure of the night.

And twenty miles away a woman snapped out of her meditation. So my little assassin, you think you can kill again and escape me? It isn't so easy. In a blink of her green eyes, the woman morphed into an eagle. With her powerful wings she launched into the air, flying swiftly into the night, her viridian eyes scanning the ground far below. She was on the hunt. But the thing that made her different from other birds of prey at that moment: she was hunting assassin.

Part two

The assassin donned her hood and with a swish of her cloak, disappeared into the trees, not knowing that she was being hunted.

Her training taught her to stay out of sight, so she searched for somewhere to hide. There were several places that were known to her kind, one just a few miles north from her current position.

She, like all the Morqua - Maica before her, did not run across open ground, she ran rapidly from tree to tree, making her difficult to spot, it also took longer and was more exhaustive; though this did not bother her.

The eagle, Calanthia,glided gracefully over the forest, searching for her prey. She was on a scouting mission. Gil-Galad had asked of her that she find the assassin, find who ever it is who is responsible for the death of so many, and bring them to him, alive if possible, dead if necessary.

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The killer was nearing the hideout, a small cave that had remained hidden, only the Morqua-Maica knew of its existence, and it had been used by them for centuries. One of them leaves supplies; just one of the dwindling number was usually there at any one time, so not many were required. The woman found the entrance, an old dead tree that had long stood hollow. The assassin climbed the tree to the top, grateful that the entrance was not visible from the air, the dense foliage from the living trees covered it. Ironic it seemed that the living would hide the bringers of death.

She lowered herself into the tree through the large hole at the top.

The inside had been notched, so that it would be easy for the Morqua Maicas to climb through the shaft, down to the spacious cave inside, where there were clean blankets, and plentiful non perishable sustenance, that would last until one of them needed it and last them for as long as required.

Well there it is! the first two parts, next two coming...I honestly don't know when. Not too long from now!

Remember: MORIARWEN WROTE HALF!!!
Can you guess which half? That would be cool.