Eleven

Miriel

Skin-changers.

My mother had told me about them when I was younger. She told me the race had almost completely died out, that only one remained; Beorn. He led a simple and quiet lifestyle, hidden away from potential slayers a little farther away from Mirkwood.

But if Beorn was the only one left, then who was this boy?

I mulled this over as I washed his wound in the Forest River. Yes, I was back in Mirkwood, dangerously close to the Halls, but this was the only place I knew safe enough to rest. Once the wound was clear of grime, I stood and walked to a nearby tree. After I had made a few health and safety checks in my mind, I broke a shark of bark off the tree and collected the crystal-coloured sap which oozed out.

The boy scrambled backwards slightly as I approached him. "Oh, no you don't."

I leaned down and snatched his arm. "Stop whining. It will ease the pain and clean the wound. Unless, of course, you'd prefer to feel a thorn bush being ripped out of your arm."

Yes, the arrows I had chosen from the armoury were king Thranduil's hunting arrows; sharpened points and covered with barbs, with elegant black flight feathers. Why would he keep his precious one-of-a-kind hunting arrows in the central armoury? Because nobody would dare to touch them. Except me, of course.

The boy made no more further attempts to resist as I removed the arrow and coated the wound.

I repeated the process on my injured foot. As I worked, a conversation started up.

"Who are you?" the boy asked, wearily.

"Miriel, granddaughter of Thranduil, king of Mirkwood." I replied, glancing at him sidelong. "I know you are a skin-changer, but I believed Beorn was the sole remaining Changer. Up until now, at least."

The boy made no attempt to speak.

Eventually, my curiosity got the best of me. "What were you running from?"

"I wished to escape from my guardian." he said simply.

"Do you have a name?"

"No."

That seemed to be as far as I was going to get with this stranger. I turned my attention to cleaning my inflamed foot.

Eleniel

So, long story short, I was running, paying no attention to where I was going, and ended up running into a bear. I squealed, slashing at it with my knife. I managed to knick its lower lip; not enough to do damage, but it caused the beast to faint none the less.

I prodded the bear with my foot. That was when I noticed it looked more human than bear. I looked at it more closely. One of my mother's stories made its way into my mind. Before me was the single remaining skin-changer; Beorn.

Something told me he wouldn't be very happy when he woke up...

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