Deep in the heart of Lothlorien, under the dark night sky, something flashed silver. It was the glint of a sword; perhaps one of the elven warriors, practicing in the training area? The elf carefully drew the sharp blade from it's sheath and began to do drills and wave it here and there, almost as though it was preparing for war...
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"It is the most unusual thing," Celeborn stated as he stood with Galadriel in front of her mirror. In front of them lay one of the swords used for training.
"How did it get here from the training grounds? Is Gandolf around?"
Galadriel dismissed it with a wave of her hand.
"Nonsense, a guard must have left it here as a joke."
But the Lady Of Light was trying to sound less concerned then she was.
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The warrior's blade hit the grass with a thud, and it heaved a long sigh.
The sun was rising.
It would be dawn soon.
The warrior, knowing what it would mean, immediately sheathed it's sword, then got an idea.
A warning.
A warning for it's next victims.
Just to let them know what's coming, it thought.
As it lay the sword in front of the basin, the dark sky beginning to turn dark gray, a gust of wind blew it's cloak off it's face, exposing it's blonde hair and blue eyes.
Angeli smiled and ran off.
The dark side of her was back, and it had taken away all the trances of good.
Hey guys, sorry I've taken a bit longer to update, but I've been feeling a little under the weather this week, so that's why this chapter's so short. Anyways, I do want to make an effort to not miss my updates, so I'll try my best to be back next Sunday. Until then,
-Mallowbloom