HI EVERYONE!! It's 2:30 AM here right now, I'm bored and tired, bu at the same time not bored and not tired. Does that ever happen to you?

Moriarwen wrote half!!! Don't forget her!! she wrote a part,I wrote a part!!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, but i think Moriarwen and I share Calanthia/Foinien. What do you think Mori?

Part three

Calanthia sighed inwardly and touched down on a tree limb. Her prey was near, she could feel it. She had established a weak bond with her once when she had nearly caught the assassin, but it was not strong enough to find directly. She had been hunting the Morqua-Maica warrior for ten years now. And each time another was killed she felt guilty. But the cunning assassin evaded her every time. Gliding down from the branch, Calanthia thought of how she would try to find her. When she alighted she shifted her weight from foot to foot, her clawed feet, while excellent for snaring rabbits, were ridiculously hard to walk on. With a final ruffle ofher light brown feathers, Calanthia returned to her natural form. She was an elf, with chestnut brown hair and deep green eyes. Leaning back against a dead and hollow tree Calanthia thought of her charge, the one she was to find and bring to justice. Her name was Foinien and she was a member of the dwindling clan of the Morqua-Maica. They were elven, a band of Noldor that had rebelled against the light. They were assassins, and, although Calanthia hated to admit it, they were good at what they did. Foinien was one of the best, and was in position to become their leader, if their current leader and his secondin command died. She was deadly, excelling in most forms of weaponry. She had been trained from birth; they all had, to kill like a machine, to be emotionless. And to be silent. Silent. Calanthia shook her head and closed her eyes, feeling along the strand that bound her and the assassin. She was near; she could feel her life force pulsing at the other end. Drawing closer to it, Calanthia sent a shock of lightning down it, causing her to jump. With a suppressed smile, Calanthia changed into an all black panther. She was sleek, powerful, charged. And she was ready to go.

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Foinien knew little of the bond between her and the magical elf nearby; only that she could not travel it or destroy it. She knew it was there, and she knew it made her vulnerable. But she did not know that the sorceress could send her own elemental powers down it. When Calanthia had sent a little bolt of lightning down into her very being, Foinien jerked and trembled uncontrollably. White pain lanced through her body. But she was no stranger to pain. Like a true Morqua-Maica, she bit her lip and bore it, hoping it would end. And it did. But know her hide-out was nearly discovered, and the elf was to close for Foinien's liking. Drawing her Sai blades, Foinien crept up the tunnel and carefully, quietly, slipped out of the tree, taking off at a silent run through the forest.

And a panther followed, just as silently, just as quickly, planning how she would capture this assassin. A tornado would do nicely. She thought to herself.

Part four

Calanthia had always marveled at the way Foinien took every precaution when moving, she reminded her strongly as a cat, in the way she investigated every angle before she moved forward, after every tree. Foinien stopped suddenly and glanced round, as though she had seen something. Calanthia was worried that she might be spotted by the assassin, and that she would have to catch her earlier than planned, for worry that she might loose her again.For the moment, there was no such need, the woman hadn't spotted her.

As Calanthia followed her through the trees, she thought back to when she had almost caught her prey.

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"Do what you may, this killer must be stopped!" The Lord Gil-Galad had exclaimed to Calanthia. The female assassin had just killed one of his council, and he feared who would be next.

"Yes Milord. Might I ask something first?" Calanthia asked him.

"Yes Calanthia, what is it?"

"Do you want her alive?" Calanthia asked him.

Lord Gil - Galad considered this, it was not in their custom to condemn anyone to their deaths, and they had never had the chance to make this decision involving the Morqua - Maica, they never got the chance; on the very rare occasion that they captured one of the dreaded assassins, they had always taken their own lives before they could even be questioned. This was different, serial murder, not just one incident.

After a while of pensive thought, the elven Lord made his decision.

"Yes, I require the assassin to be alive, though it is not of the highest priority." He said coldly.

"I understand." She responded quietly, before leaving to start her hunt.

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It had taken Calanthia a surprisingly long time to find even the slightest trace of Foinien, and she had stumbled upon her by accident, Calanthia had rested in a tree, the dense branches providing her with shelter, and protection; Calanthia had been watching the ground idly, the odd wild rabbit that happened past, or the occasional bird that landed in her tree, about to go into elven sleep, she thought at first what she saw was just a shadow.

Directly beneath her, standing with her back against the tree trunk, was her prey; whom she had been hunting without result for 11 months.

It was Foinien, clothed all in black, she had even covered her face partially, her black hair tied back away from her face completed her apparel, Morqua Maica indeed, translated as the Black Blades in the common tongue.

At first, Calanthia had to stop herself from crying out in surprise, which would alert the woman below her of her presence, instead, she tried to formulate a way of capturing her before she moved on, Calanthia did not know how long Foinien had been stood there.

Deciding that she would some how render her unconscious before sending for help, Calanthia, being too close to morph into an animal, was going to withdraw her sword to use the hilt to hit her on the head with, as soon as she started to draw the blade, Foinien reacted to the sound.

Calanthia had thought that she was quiet enough not to alert the assassin, she underestimated Foinien greatly.

Foinien looked up to the location of the sound, immediately seeing Calanthia. A look of surprise was written on her face when their eyes connected, if only for a brief moment, but to them seemed an eternity.

This was the moment that the bond was forged between them, that was to betray Foinien at every opportunity.

Calanthia could only stare in shock as Foinien disappeared into the forest.

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Ok, the section that is between all the 'o0o0o0o's is flashback, just in case you didn't realize. Where there are '.......' it is the passage of time within a flashback. Everyone get that? OK then!

REMEMBER: Moriarwen wrote half! We each write one part.
Can you guess which one of us wrote which part?