"Shyra!"
I heard someone's voice in the distance.
Familiar.
Accompanied by a soft little bell.
Where had I heard that voice before?
"Shyra!"
Yes...that was my name, no need to say it thirty times.
Why was my name being called again?
I was having a nice little nap before all this racket started going on.
"Shyra…" Someone touched my shoulder, making me jump. My swords were still in my hands and I raised them up defensively.
"Whoa, easy, Shyra. It's me," the voice was male.
"Eru...Badger has not lost her touch…"
Badger?
The twins! Elladan and Elrohir! I hadn't seen them for almost twenty years.
Yes, I was a scout for the Elves but I reported to other scouts who were closer to their territories.
I reached up and touched the shoulder of the Elf who was beside me.
"The king?" I asked.
"He is safe," he said, I nodded and took one of my swords in a reversed grip. I stabbed it into the ground to use it as a crutch. When I moved to stand, the Elf held me back.
"Steady now Shyra," He eased me back down beside the warg.
"Ah," I chuckled, "hello again Glorfy." I said with a smile.
"Glorfy?" Glorfindel asked.
"I've been waiting a decade to call you that."
"Leave it to you to come up with nicknames in times of peril." That was Elladan's voice so I tilted my head towards him.
"Peril?" I said, "you missed all the fun Elladan, got to say, I was a little disappointed. But then again, I always had to do all the work."
"Har har Shyra, and I am Elrohir."
"No, your Elladan. You have a more squeaky voice than your brother."
"Hey!"
Elrohir started laughing a ways away, apparently hearing my comment. Glorfindel shook his head and smiled.
"Come, we need to get your wounds treated," he said, "including that arrow…"
He put his hand on the shaft but I swatted him away. I reached over and took the arrow in my teeth. Painfully, slowly, I ripped it out of my shoulder. The sound of my pain-filled scream was muffled.
"That works I suppose…"
