Those Who Do Not Learn
Chapter 8
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As the new day began the peaceful silence was broken by shouts of obscenities and death threats. Ireth laughed lightly to herself. Glorfindel had always been one of their favorite victims. She offhandedly wondered what they had done. When Haldir's voice joined in she realized she didn't want to know. Shaking off her amusement Ireth looked back down the range and took aim. Her arrow flew true and straight and hit its mark. She had already reloaded and redrawn her bow when she was distracted by clapping. She looked over toward the entrance.
"Prince Legolas." She regarded quietly trying to restore her concentration.
"I see your aim has not suffered from your years among the men."
She ignored his comments and continued her practice. "Is there something you wanted?"
"I just wanted to see for myself that the prodigal elf had returned."
"Well, you've seen me. Happy?"
"Very. We had all assumed you had decided to stay in Middle Earth. Some were more unhappy than others."
"Spare me your insults. I've not yet rested enough to bear them with a closed mouth."
"Please, Lady Ireth, let me hear your retort."
"I will not give you that satisfaction." With her last comment she let her arrow fly, gathered her things and left.
He looked down and saw she had split the shaft of her previous arrow.
Ireth went about her room quickly packing the things she would need. She wanted to slip out as quietly as possible. She stopped abruptly when there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," she called returning to her task.
Hermione entered and leaned back against the closed door, a dark look on her face. "So you were just going to leave and not tell us?"
"I thought that would be best."
"You thought wrong. Why would you leave here anyway? Is it something we did? Ireth please talk to me."
She turned abruptly and pulled Hermione to sit in the chairs off to the side. "It is nothing anyone said or did. I…I have lived in cities and castles for thousands of years. Great buildings of stone and steel. I need to live among the trees for a time. To hear their voices."
"Are you going to come back?"
"Yes, in time. When I feel the need for companionship again."
Hermione studied the floor. "I heard you speaking with Legolas this morning."
Ireth was silent.
"Why do you hate each other so?"
"That, Hermione, is a story for when I return." She stood and kissed the girl's head. "Tell Elrohir and Elladan Namarie for me." She gathered her bag and disappeared out the door.
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