A few weeks had passed since she had met Aragorn and the Hobbits, she had led the ring wraiths as far away as she could, sleeping little and running constantly, they had found out her plan about a few days into it, but it gave Aragorn a good few days head start. It was all she could do.
Kali had gotten used to hunting for food, or in her case blood, every night. It was easier for her to hunt at night because Trolls were the largest targets. Not to mention they were stupid and armorless.
She would find them camped and snoring in caves that no humans would ever want to go near. In some of the caves she found treasure, but she left all of the useless jewels and ornaments, what use did she have for these? It is just blood that she needs to sustain herself, she knows this now.
But she did find some weapons that made it easier to kill, and she used some of the baubles she found in the caves to buy regular traveling clothes to blend in more.
She picked up rumors from humans in villages and hunted down any nuisances in the area, saving farmers the worry of their livestock being stolen. In the daytime she could go into human villages, because she learned that her eyes didn't glow in the light. Sitting at the bar of the local tavern she would often her one farmer conversing to another;
"You know it's a wonder! All the monsters disappearing all of a sudden."
"I think it's elves! Do you remember just about forty years ago, back when we were children, the elves used to go on hunts, killing orcs, goblins, and trolls wherever they went."
"But they stopped doing that, it's got to be something else… whoever this person is, regardless of their race, they're a real hero."
"I thought you hated dwarves!"
"Well I'll make an exception if it's a dwarf."
Kali chuckled and left the tavern. Another pest problem solved. She looked out to the plains, such a different kind of wild to her. The forest had been her home, so bountiful were the monsters, but it was time to hunt other prey. She had heard whispers of armed orcs killing families out in the plains and of Dwarven mines being raided by goblins. And so she began on her mission to take down those who sought to destroy love.
On the second day she ran into a burning village; orcs pillaging the place.
Kali charged right into the fray and pulled people out of buildings, and stabbing the occasional orc. But when it came down to it; the humans were more important than her thirst for blood. She only needed to feed once a day, so she was fine and energized.
As soon as all the humans, who were still alive, were safe she slew the last of the orcs then helped to put out the fires. Most of the village was alright, for that everyone was thankful.
After that was done, that night she took away the bodies of the orcs and drained a few of them and buried the rest. As she was piling the last of the dirt over the pit/grave she heard a noise behind her; she spun around only to find a little girl.
"Um, thank you," she mumbled, holding out a flower in a tight, shaking fist.
Kali knelt down and took it, "Thank you, it's beautiful!" The girl stared in shock at her eyes, Oops… It's dark… Kali thought, inwardly cursing at herself.
"I didn't know elves' eyes glowed… It's very pretty." The little girl said quietly. Kali was shocked,
"No, I'm not an elf… I'm human, like you."
The girl frowned, "But a human like me wouldn't have fought off those monsters like that. A real human would be afraid. And you're very beautiful…"
Kali shrugged, "I have nothing to lose, that's why I fight like I do."
No sooner than the words had left her lips then Kali realized what she said wasn't true; she was in a strange land, far away from her home, and she wasn't afraid of dying, or injuring herself, but the thought that she would never go home terrified her.
"Well, thank you and good night!" Kali said with an open-mouthed smile.
The little girl saw her fangs, but she didn't shrink in fear, she just stared in awe after the girl who saved her village as she walked away.