Hello everyone…anyone…please, some reviews is all I ask for, constructive criticism is welcome to, you know! This is a bit of a shorter chapter, and you will come to know the characters a bit better. So I hope you like it. Again I am begging for reviews! Please and thank you.
Warning: Remember, this story is rated M, and will be gruesome in a sense, so don't read it if you don't like it!
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Aragorn and the rest of the fellowship halted in their steps, starring at the two elves in disbelief. The one called Taneth stopped, while Kharah just kept on walking. Taneth looked to the odd group, they should expect such things from the Asari, every soul in Bretonnia knew about them. Taneth and Kharah were War dancers; every fiber in them was dedicated to the intricate dance of war and battle. The Wild Hunt was something else altogether.
"You need not fear, we shall not kill you…yet. We do not know what the forest intends to do with you, and so, for the time being, you are in safe hands." He spread his hands out, but the Fellowship knew that they could reach the two swords he carried faster then they could attack.
"Safe? You honestly can not expect us to believe that! You're no worse then murderers!" Sam piped up angrily.
Taneth looked on him in surprise, bold words indeed, he smiled evilly, "Murderers, I don't think the name fits quite rightly, and I assure you…you are far safer with us then with others here. I have had the unfortunate title of being overprotective placed on me, whenever escorting humans out of these forests. So you have more to fear from the people who hate me for it." He grinned wolfishly, "Now come, or I will leave you to the forest's mercy." And he walked on.
The fellowship paused in uncertainty, what were they to think? These elves were dangerous, but which to worry about more? Kharah, who was reserved, quite, but they knew nothing of how she would react, or Taneth, who seemed to delight in their discomfort and made no motion to conceal it. After a long moment Boromir followed the nearly vanished Taneth into the undergrowth, followed by the rest of the fellowship.
Taneth himself did not know what to make of this odd group; he caught up to Kharah and spoke to her.
"Why do you think they were sparred?" He asked.
"I can only assume that the gods intend them for some greater purpose. Were it not in the fall season, and the forest preparing to sleep, I would say that the forest might have just overlooked them."
"Indeed, that is a possibility to be considered, the woods should be already asleep with the onset of winter, but with the beast men raids increasing in number, the forest can not deal with every group of adventurers who pass under its eves."
"But if that is the case, then we have a greater challenge," He looked at Kharah sternly, "How many other bands of outsiders have passed our borders."
Kharah stopped, looking Taneth dead in the eye. He was right, of course, if one group could slip past the forest's watch, then others could. They did not speak, and it was only the sudden appearance of the fellowship that broke their thoughts.
"Why have we stopped?" Aragorn asked, glancing at the two elves.
"You deal with him, Taneth, you have a higher tolerance for these people then I do." Kharah spat in frustration; she could not bear the thought that outsiders could be invading her home, unchecked, and probably wrecking havoc in the forest.
Taneth nodded resolutely, "We paused for reasons of our own, come then, we must hasten our pace." And with that he had vanished again into the foliage.
"Wait just a moment!" The previously silent Gimli said, loud enough to catch the two elves' attentions. "We have no notion of where you are leading us, of who you are, or even if our lives are at stake, which, even you seem to agree, are. Now I believe that we deserve a strait answer instead o….." Gimli never got a chance to finish his words for a second later a long slender dagger was at his throat, and he was pinned back against a nearby tree.
"Do not try our patience, little Dwarf, you have no say in what happens to you here, and you should know…that your words could determine not only your fate but your companions as well." Kharah said this, her voice oozing with spite and loathing; Gimli and the others couldn't understand her language.
Taneth made no move to stop her, but the fellowship did. Each drawing their weapons, even Legolas had his bow out and ready, but each could see how difficult this was, he could-would-not fire at his own kin.
"Kharah let him go…" Taneth strode to his friend, "It is not worth it, they all are asking the same questions. We will give them what they want to hear, not what they need to hear. Let them figure it out for themselves." He rested his hand on her arm, tightening his grip ever so slightly.
Kharah paused, torn between wanting to slay the dwarf on the spot and her companionship with Taneth.
"Bah!" She cursed, and pulled her dagger away, striding into the undergrowth. Taneth sighed as the fellowship lowered their weapons. But in truth, he wished that she had killed the dwarf where he had stood; a dwarf would have done the same.
"Consider yourselves lucky that I was able to stop her. Many are the grievances of the dwarves against our kin." He glared at Gimli who merely raised his chin in defiance.
"And this would justify his death? His murder?" Boromir asked angrily, facing down Taneth.
Taneth didn't blink, "As it would justify yours." And he smiled.
A horrible scream tore through the tense silence…
Ok, there you have it. I will try to update chapters regularly, but I do not know how often I shall be able to. Please review, and again thank you for taking the time to read my story.