Enya's story

Enya was standing in front of a large wooden table covered with maps and surrounded by various elven leaders. All of which were intently listening to a tall thin elf with speak as he gestured to different points on the maps. The elf held himself erect his long blonde almost white hair hung like a curtain behind his shoulders, everything about him screamed importance. His eyes were a piercing shade of blue that seemed to bore into the very soul of all his glaze fell upon. When he spoke everything seemed to go silent as if the world were straining to hear each syllable that fell from his lips.

"…is that clear." he said as he finished mapping out his plans, the surrounding elves gave their silent confirmation with a nod of their heads. "Then your all dismissed" Oran informed curtly as he began rolling up the maps.

Once all had left, Enya, who had stayed behind, cleared her throat to gain her father's attention. A quick glance up at his daughter was the only acknowledgement Oran gave, but that was enough for her. "Father" she began, uncertain of how she was going to address her topic. "There are rumors" Enya said as she licked her dry lips, "of the Wizards interfering with our affairs. Father, they say we are bringing about our own destruction, through all this fighting." Her words now came more easily to her lips, "Is it true what they say… about the uniting of blood?" Her voice became a whisper.

Oren, her father, had his back turned towards her as he gave one sharp nod of his head, "but we will fight."

~Break~

Enya groaned as she lay on a small cot inside the healer's tent. The healer chuckled, "It hurts, yes?" Enya rolled her eyes, "Yes, it hurts, how much longer?" she complained as Tavon rubbed some sort of goop across her shoulders. Tavon laughed seeming to enjoy her pain, "until it is all rubbed in. You see, you see." He insisted, "This make you feel much better, you see." Enya groaned once more as she lay on her stomach, she was not one known for her patience.

Just as Tavon began to add more, Asher poked his head into the tent. "Enya come quick, the scouts…." His voice trailed off as he took in the scene before him. "Now what are you doing." Walking over to her cot he pointed to the goop on Enya's back in disgust, "What is that?" he asked as his finger hovered centimeters above her skin.

"Crassa" Tavon replied with a smile, "it help with burns."

Enya snorted in disbelief, "You have got to be kidding me." Her burns hurt worse than before. Asher wasn't convinced of its effectiveness either; he was just glade that it was her lying there instead of him. "Well, as much as I love you see you in pain, I have things to do and people to see." Asher said and he roughly patted her back, making Enya jerk up her face filled with fury. "You little sap sucking, tree nesting, dirt eating, squirrel." Enya shoved his chest; her shoulder was on fire from where his hand had touched.

"No, no, no" cried Tavon as he jumped between the two, "non bonum! No good!"

Asher just laughed, "Oh, so sorry, did that hurt princess?"

Enya's temper flared as she lunged at Asher, Tavon quickly caught her around the waist and held her back. "Stop, prohibere!" Tavon cried as Enya made one finally struggle towards Asher.

Pushing Enya down on the mat, Tavon ordered her to sit, then spinning around he glared at Asher, "Out" he bellowed, "Adepto de! Adepto de!" Tavon spat out in his native language.

Asher held up his hands in surrender, "I'm going" he muttered as he back up towards the door, a smirk still plastered across his face. "Oh wait, before I forget, the reason I came! The scouts have returned!"

Enya still angry, glared at him from his seat on the cot, "So" she challenged.

"So, they've brought a prisoner." Asher responded excitedly. Now this caught Enya's interest, but she said nothing not wanting to give Asher that satisfaction.

Realizing she wasn't going to respond, he continued, "This dwarf claims to be the crown prince."

Finian's story

Finian grunted as his eyes fluttered open, he winced as the bright rays of the sun hit his eyes. They weren't used to his kind of light; he blinked rapidly as his eyes adjusted. He tried to get up but quickly realized he couldn't. He turned his neck to get a glimpse at what he was tied to and discovered it to be a large pole placed deep within the sand. Wait sand? He looked down in astonishment, he was sitting in sand.

Finian jerked his head up and to the right as he heard a whisper. His eye's fell upon a group of young curious Elvish children. Finian smiled at them, dwarves and elves may have been enemies since the beginning of time, but Finian could never bring himself to feel any hatred towards a youngling no matter what race. And oddly enough this young dwarf prince found Elvish children to be quite endearing. With their huge saucer like eyes and long pointed ears that were nearly half the size of their head, how could he not.

The children blushed and began whispering more franticly once they noticed Finian was awake. Suddenly a little boy was pushed out of their circle and towards Finian, making his trip and fall a few feet for the dwarf. The boy trembled as he pulled himself to his feet, glancing once over his shoulder at his friends who stood their snickering. Finian frowned wondering what they were forcing him to do.

Planting his feet the boy leaned towards Finian reaching his scrawny little hand out as far as he possibly could, until just barely, his fingertips grazed the toe of Finian's foot, then jumping back like he had been bitten, the boy shot out of the tent running like there was no tomorrow. Finian snickered at the young boy's reaction, causing they boy's friend to flee as well.

~Break~

It was late, the sun had fallen and air was cool. Finian had fallen asleep but had once again woken up to the sound of whispers; steadying his breath he faked sleep as he strained to hear what they were saying.

"Do you really think that's him?" the male voice whispered.

"I don't know I need to talk to him then I'll know" responded a higher voice which obviously came from a female.

"Do you think you father will let you?" The male countered. There are a moment of silence and then a deep sigh.

"No" came the reply, "Damn it! When did they say the execution was going to be?" Finian froze, his breath hitched, execution? He thought. Suddenly the two were silent, Finian wondered if they had heard him.

"Hey" Came the sharp voice of the male. Finian could see his dark form move towards him along with a smaller dark form trailing slightly behind. "Hey" the voice was much closer now; the dwarf prince could tell that in a few moments the Elf would be close enough to touch.

Finian knew that it was no use pretending any longer, he snapped his head up and glared into the shadowy face.

The moon was bright and full in its glory as it light Finian's upward tilted face and leaving the elves untouched. "Who are you?" The male elf asked roughly.

Finian puffed out his chest and straightened his shoulders as much as he could with his hands tied behind his back. "I am Finian, son of Brogan, crown prince of the mining Dwarves. Who be you?"