Bring on the mobs, brandishing pitchforks and flaming torches. Sorry guys. Life has just been SO hectic. But I'm back! I found a necromancer! *dodges tomatoes* Alright, alright, here's the chapter!

Ten

Miriel

"But you...were a...what the...huh?" I stuttered, horrified.

The boy sat up and glared at me. "Thanks for that. Now could you get it out, please!"

I regained my composure. "Not until you prove to me you're not dangerous. I know what kind of beasts roam these lands. What are you? A lost Warg?"

"You think I'm going to attack you? I was running, wasn't I? Usually, when beasts are running, they are fleeing, as in...ok, I'm rambling."

"Get to the point, beast." I jabbed an arrow at him.

"I can't attack with a limb like this, and even if I could, you'd probably be too sour for my liking." he smirked with the last bit.

I scowled. "You're in no position to be insulting me."

"Fine, fine, just get it out!"

I kneeled down in front of him, still clutching the arrow, and inspected the wound. "I'll have to wash it, if you want to keep that arm. Come with me."

Eleniel

I dropped from the tree lightly and sprinted, trusting my instincts to guide me to the edge of Mirkwood. A noise made me freeze. I shifted the knife from my one hand to the other.

Silence.

I turned and pinned him up against a tree, the knife at his throat. My eyes widened in shock, but I didn't step back. "What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you and your sister." said my father, "Come home, Eleniel."

I hesitated. No, this was my adventure. I'd started it, and I wasn't going home until I had finished it. I jabbed the knife into the collar of his tunic, pinning him to the tree, and ran.

Luna

My kids had gone missing. My kids had gone missing and all I could do was sit at home and mope over my injured hand. I cursed life the universe and everything. It seemed like everything wanted to make this poor, helpless, Earth-girl's life a misery in Middle Earth. But at least there was an up-side. I was over sixty years old and still looking like a teenager.

I glanced down at my arm where the words of the Ring had been burned into my skin. They were hardly visible now, but I could still picture the flaming letters.

I sighed. For the first time since I'd gotten married to Legolas, I was bored.

Beorn

The sun had long since dipped below the horizon. With two small but plump animals dangling from my jaws, I returned home. I pushed at the front door with a paw, but it refused to move. I pushed again, growling, indicating that my cub should open it. I waited, but nothing happened. I pushed again, harder, growling louder. Still nothing. I was angry. He'd gone, just like that.

A crunch behind me made me turn, just as something slashed at me with glittering steel. Pain flared in my jaw, making me drop my meal. I bellowed in agony before collapsing. Only one thing could cause me this much pain; Elven steel.

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