Hello again, my puny-minded, dog-faced opponents. I'm kidding, I'm kidding! I just watched Cats and Dogs (excellent movie btw) and that's what Mr.Tinkles, the evil cat who wants to take over the world says.

NO I do not want to take over the world, NO I am not a cat, NO you are not my opponents, NO my name is NOT Mr.Tinkles (Praise the Valar for that!)

Disclaimer: I don't own it, and neither does Moriarwen (I'm assuming, talk to her if you must know).

A/N: MORIARWEN WROTE HALF!!! She wrote one part and I wrote the other! Can you guess who wrote which part? (This may take a bit of research, but you may be able to guess if you compare it to our other positively wonderful peices of writing. OK, shameless ego-bosting over.)

Why don't the lines work????? Grrr....

Part nine

Durion didn't respond. He took a deep breath before straightening, his face still twisted in a grimace of pain. "You let her escape." Calanthia said dangerously.

"It isn't my fault, you could have hit her with the lightning instead of the tree, but you are so soft hearted, so weak, that you couldn't." Calanthia trembled with rage at his statement. "Don't get upset Lady Calanthia, we wouldn't want another earthquake would we? I mean, you can only kill your parents once."

Calanthia lifted her hand from her side, so it was facing palm up, and a ball of fire formed in it. "What did you say?"

"Only the truth Calanthia. I only lived because when you closed the chasm I was beside a tree, which left some space open. Your parents were sucked into the heat of the earth, they were burned to death. You should really learn to control yourself." Calanthia lifted her other hand in the same fashion as the first, a crackling, snapping, ball of lightning appeared in it, together it and the fire gave the forest around them an eerie glow. She was shaking uncontrollably, from grief, from rage, from guilt. "It is your fault that they died, it is your fault that your little sister died, it is your fault that your friends died. All because you got a little angry and couldn't control yourself. I am sure that they are all loathing you from the halls of Mandos."

"No!!" Calanthia screamed, hurling the fire and lightning at the elf before her. "It isn't true! It isn't true!" Calanthia hurled bolt after bolt of lightning, the fire from the tree flowed from the branches to Durion's dead and charred body. Cold wind whipped through the forest, ice sheets formed on everything, only to be melted from the heat of the raging inferno. "No!" the earth rumbled and shook, splitting and cracking. "No!" Molten rock flowed out of the cracks, some of it exploding forth with immense force, all of it in shades of burning red and orange. The wind twisted into a swirling vortex, uprooting trees, sending bushes flying into the air. Calanthia stood in the center of it all, the explosions of lava, the raging fire, the lightning striking the ground beside her, the tornado whirling around her. And she cried.

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Foinien heard screams and the cracking of fire and booms of thunder and lighting. She turned to look back and was shocked by what she saw. Smoke, flame, eruptions of lava, lightning, small, twisting tornadoes, ice...it was an elemental hell. She turned and ran for her life, feeling a new emotion, something she had never felt before. It was fear.

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Drained and exhausted, Calanthia collapsed on the ground, the flames around her slowing, then stopping, the winds dispersing and dying, the lava flowing back into the ground or freezing in the air where the ice had taken hold, the lightning clearing out...and it started to rain. Because Calanthia was crying. She cried herself into a fitful seep, forgetting the assassin.

Part ten

Foinien had run and run, having lost her Sai blades when that male elf had held her, weaving between the trees, her cloak waving behind her she didn't stop running until she made it to the next hiding place.

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Calanthia just stayed where she was, sobbing quietly to herself, amongst the destruction done by her own hand, desolate, thinking of Durion's words, what he had said about her family, they had died because of her, her friends, her home. Everything she had had been destroyed by her own lack of self control. That was a very long time ago, she had learnt to control herself better since then, but the memories would follow her everywhere, if something scratched Calanthia's outer shell, they would surface.

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Foinien, after an hour of sprinting reached her destination, the mountain spring. This was a hard and dangerous place to get into, the entrance involved swimming down underwater. Foinien took a deep breath and dived in, swimming along the current in the freezing water, it soothed her burning arm; she swam as fast as she could, so that she would make it to the other side, where the deep stream flowed into the mountain, reappearing again in a large cave matrix.

She only just made it, as far as she had heard, some of the Morqua Maica in the past hadn't and they had gone to their watery graves. Foinien surfaced in the gloomy cave, lit by one beam of light that came from the hole in the mountain side.

She found the supplies that had been left; they had arrived the long way, through the large network of caves that took you to the far entrance, more than five miles away.

This was a place that only the most desperate Morqua Maica used, and it was not used that often.

Foinien lit a fire and eat some of the dried fruit and berries that were there. She peeled off her outer shirt leaving her in a simple black vest, surveying her arm she saw that the skin was badly damaged, it was crinkly, and where the elf had grabbed her the skin had come off. She winced as she washed it with the stream water, and then bound it with some fabric torn from her cloak.

There is nothing for it; I shall have to return home. She thought to herself. I have no blades and this had better be seen to by one of the healers. She was glad that it wouldn't scar, that was a privilege that was given to the elves.

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Calanthia remained where she was sat, when she finally looked up, her tear stained eyes spotted something gleaming in the mud, a lost Sai blade.

Grrr.....Why in the name of the Valar do the lines have to not work? THIS IS RIDICULOUS!
And I am getting worked up over nothing!

Oh well. Maybe they will be up and running soon.

And I shall close this (hopefully) entertaining little part with ne last note-
MORIARWEN WROTE HALF!

ttyl!