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A/N--sabriel sister of alanna: calanthia is based loosely on Daine yes, but I made calanthia a tad more powerful.
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MORIARWEN WROTE HALF!!!!
Part seven
To kill the tree, or not? She is unaware of my presence, but I can pinpoint her exact location. I could fry her in an instant. But she must be alive...by the Valar, how do I go about doing this? I have a perfect shot, no matter what I wish to throw at her, or do to her, but it would most likely kill her. She will not talk anyway, even if I were to bring her back alive she would probably commit suicide at the first opportunity. Morqua-Maica never tell their secrets. How can one be so cruel, so heartless? I, and I am proud to admit it, value life. I may not kill her even if I had the chance. She would kill me in the blink of an eye, and probably be happy about it! I couldn't kill another elf in cold blood. How do I go about getting her down from that tree, without her escaping? I would need a cage of some sort, something that she couldn't break...I don't know of anything it would be in my power to make. Do I have time? Where are the birds? They will watch. And i have the fog, she will not go anywhere in the fog...I could stake her out, make her wait in the cold and rain in the tree, but I can't gamble like that! It could mean losing her and I am not in the mood of another hunt! Right here, right where I stand, I could send a strong bolt of lightning, hit her directly, and kill her. I could, but would I? Can I even bring myself to kill her? I need something that would hurt her and constrain her but not kill her...but my powers are instantaneous, deadly, dangerous, and extremely strong, but nothing to hold someone. Maybe I could make a net out of lightning. That is pure energy, raw, elemental, power; it would hold her...if I could get it to stay that long. And if she didn't touch it, instantly channeling it through her body instead of my pre-set patterns. By the Valar. I just need to knock her out. What to do? I have a chance, but I cannot take the chance, for fear I kill her. What do I do?
Calanthia was getting frustrated. That could have severe consequences. She discovered her powers when another elf had made her angry, she had yelled and the earth had started to shake....
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"Durion you orc! What don't you understand?"
"Calanthia, it is you who doesn't understand! It is you was wrong, not I!"
"Yes, and Morgorth was good!" Calanthia snapped. She had been kneeling of the ground, and she buried her hands in the grass, her fingers loving the feel of the cool dirt.
"You should not say his name!"
"Why must you always scold me? I am not always wrong!" Calanthia had closed her eyes, trying to let go of her anger. She tried to push it down into the earth, because the earth could deal with it.
"I don't always scold you! What is that? The earth, it's rumbling, shaking, we have to get out of here!" The ground was literally shaking, the earth was heaving up, making hills where there had been none.
Calanthia's anger was draining, she felt wonderful. "I'm not leaving, I like it here!"
"Ai Elbereth!" The ground split, opening a gaping chasm where Durion had been. It swallowed up several houses and trees, flowers, they all fell in. And Calanthia felt peaceful. She removed her hands from the grass and dusted them off, and the crack closed again, leaving everything as it had been. Except for the missing houses of course.
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Calanthia had since then learned to control her anger, but not after several more outbursts. She had created a storm one day, lightning was flashing all around her; when she had been near the ocean she had created a hurricane, destroying much of the gray havens; a large section of Mirkwood had been burned...it went on and on. She had a temper that should not be messed with, and enough power to make you downright stupid if you do.
Calanthia flicked her wrists in an aggravated gesture and, to her horror, two bolts of lightning streamed from her fingertips, hitting the branch above Foinien.
Part eight
As the lighting caught the branches, they immediately set alight; Foinien, shaken awoke by the sudden fire almost fell out of the tree, catching a branch on her way down. As she dangled by one arm she looked down and saw her foe, Calanthia stood directly beneath, with sword drawn.
As more and more of the tree succumbed to the flames, Foinien and Calanthia were both faced with impossible dilemmas....
Calanthia may have to face battle with Foinien, not knowing what her actual close combat skills were; she was not too pleased with the thought of testing them; especially since close combat was not her own personal forte.
Foinien was following a similar thought pattern, she didn't want to let go of her branch. Firstly because if she did then she would land within close proximity to her enemy, she would have to fight her, secrecy was what she relied upon. Though Foinien was skilled with her Sai blades, she had only fought with them against a sword a small handful of times; fighting Sai against a sword is incredibly difficult. If she remained holding on to the burning tree eventually the branch would itself burn, and she would have to let go.
The choice was made for her soon enough, the wind caught the flames and blew them into Foinien, she let go of the branch with a cry of shock and fell to the ground, her left arm badly burnt.
Calanthia used this moment to prepare herself for the battle that would surely follow, she raised her sword and took a deep breath.
Foinien picked her self up off the ground and withdrew the blades from the belt around her waist; she turned to face her enemy, with her weapons in position.
Calanthia took a step closer to Foinien and then thrust her sword through the air towards Foinien, the trouble was that she didn't want to kill her, just capture her.
Foinien whipped both her blades round, blocking the sword stroke; she then flicked up her wrists with all her strength, sending the sword in the opposite direction.
Quick as a flash, Calanthia removed a dagger from her person and put it at Foinien's throat; at the same time Foinien had put her right Sai to Calanthia's.
They stood there, deadlocked. Until something very unexpected happened.
Durion appeared from between the trees, upon seeing the situation, stepped forward and grasped Foinien's left arm and bent it backward, dragging her to him so that if she tried to struggle it would break.
As her arm was burnt to a strong degree, this caused a pain so strong that for all her Morqua Maica training, she couldn't suppress a scream.
Calanthia, now free from the dead lock was so shocked by Durion's appearance that she struggled to find her words.
"Durion! Why? How?!" She stuttered.
"How did I find you? I just followed the trail of natural disasters that seem to follow you everywhere, your little fire here," he said gesturing to the burning tree, "was the perfect beacon." he said calmly, ignoring the faintly struggling assassin in his grasp.
"Why have you come here? I was doing just fine!" Calanthia stormed, furious that Durion had intervened.
"Not from where I am standing, you have been hunting this little miss for 10 years and to no avail." He said, mocking her. "Lord Gil-Galad thought you might appreciate a little help."
Foinien paused her struggling then so it was him who sent the Storm Maiden after me! She thought to herself.
"He will be most pleased when I bring in little Foinien here, what a thing to be remembered for; the elf that caught Foinien, the most dreaded assassin ever to stalk the face of the earth!" He whispered to himself.
Foinien heard however, and it was at this point that she chose to play her trump card, in one movement, she pulled herself forward enough to kick him in his nether-regions.
Durion bent over double and howled in pain, Foinien slipped from his grasp and fled into the night, even before Calanthia had the chance to register what had just happened, she had evaded her again.
Calanthia ran after her, but before long she realized that there were no tracks to follow, Morqua Maica do not leave them. Knowing that she would have to find her anew, she returned back heavy hearted to Durion.
"It seems you underestimated that Morqua Maica greatly." She said to a very watery eyed elf.
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