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Jessi

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debatable-cerealkiller

DeLacus

The guards had been notified that a prisoner had escape and fled were warily on the lookout. But their king made no move to search for her. She wasn't safe and what chance did an unarmed Elleth have against the more vulgar creatures that lurked and preyed on the innocent. And the not so innocent.

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"What were you thinking!? You went down to the dungeons unguarded, unprotected! Moriel could have still been lurking about!" he yelled angrily after Eglandir, the guard I had saved had fled from the room. He had informed Thranduil of all he could remember. Being lulled in next to Moriel's cell and brutally attacked with a sharp implement of some sort.

An urge of hate ran through me at the thought of Moriel. The feeling felt so unfamiliar to me that it surprised me. I felt shame run through me. Yet a Singular affinity was felt at the same time. What could drive someone to do such horrid things? Evil ran in her blood.

While Eglandir had told the king about how I had healed him a sort of possessiveness shone in his eyes.

"But she was not there and do not raise your voice at me!" I chided, indignance reflected in my eyes.

"No… but that is no excuse. You never knew that until after!" he said frustratedly but lowering his voice considerably. He fell into his favourite armchair, one I liked to sit in to. He signed obviously having enough of their arguing. He picked up a book. Its leather cover an appealing shade of dark blue.

I watched his every movement, heard his every breath. He would be lying if he thought it wasn't intimidating… or awfully distracting. Thranduil's thoughts mused. After a while he looked up from his book and met her eyes.

"Yes?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. I shook my head, I had no desire to share my thoughts with him at this moment. I uncrossed my arms and began walking towards the door.

"Where do you think you are going?" he asked not even looking up from his book. Ivoriel could see that he had stopped reading.

"I thought it wise to leave you with your hindered thoughts…" I said with a distant coldness.

"I never dismissed you." He said when I put my hand on the door knob. I heard a thump, I turned to see the book on the ground, its pages slightly creased from the position it fell and Thranduil treading heavily towards me.

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"It has been announced…" Gwaenor said to Estennil. She turned away from her painting.

"What has, dear?" she asked, a small smile spreading across her lips.

"King Thranduil and an army of Greenwood soldiers are to march on the lonely mountain in one week." Gwaenor replied sadly. Estennil covered her mouth, the bright smile wiped clean off her face.

"Why?" she asked in quiet dismay. She played with the drying paint on her hands timidly.

"I do not know. It is not my place to question his decision." Gwaenor replied unhappily

"And are you to leave too?" she asked fretfully.

"Yes. But I will return! That I promise." Gwaenor replied pulling her into his chest to comfort. It offered little comfort to Estennil. Her heart clenched painfully at the thought. Her head settled against his shoulder.

"Please do not make promises you may not have the power to keep." Estennil asked miserably. She couldn't fight. She had never even touch a sword. She wished she had learnt.

"What of your Naneth? And Adar? Have they not returned…?"

"No, they returns in two days' time. I have yet to tell my sister." He replied, idly playing with Estennil's soft hair. There was a splatter of paint in her hair as well. Gwaenor led her back to her work of art. A painting of summer flowers. This may be one of the last times they would be together.

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Meanwhile Aewenel and Malenor rode together on the rocky path to Mirkwood. They passed grassy planes and farm animals. It was a slow journey, one that Malenor took with absolute care and caution. He tried hard to make sure his wife was comfortable and properly covered. Not that elves got cold but it would be wise. These paths were dangerous. It would be another day or two before they reached home. A guard or two were to meet them on the outskirts of the Greenwood forest. As it was no longer safe for anyone to pass through the forest, especially for his wife. Perhaps it was wiser to leave her in Lothlorien to have their baby, but she still had a fair way to go yet. She was showing but only just.

Malenor heard something then at the edge of the tree line to the far left. He brought Lavandir, the horse closer to where the guards were to meet them. On closer inspection he thought he saw the illustration of someone amongst the trees. But they disappeared almost as quickly. He heard a peculiar noise further in the forest just ahead of him. Malenor sneaked towards the sound to investigate, preparing for the worst. Though he didn't venture to far, he still made sure Aewenel was still in line of sight. Though there was nothing to worry about he found only to find Ulundir and Glínir. They were snickering about something. They both jumped when they noticed Malenor, whom looked very unimpressed with them. They were brothers and they were young. Malenor knew them well, they were always getting into mischief and almost always ended up in the healing wing for something or rather.

"My lord! How was your journey?" Ulundir asked quietly, even Malenor had to admit was the more sensible one out of the pair.

"Very well, thank you." I said gratefully.

"No trouble?" Glínir asked, he was the quieter one but was more creative in his mischief making.

"None what so ever. We took the lower road, though." Malenor said, anxious to return back to his wife. Glínir and Ulundir following closely behind. Their ears perked at the sound of movement about a hundred feet or so away. It didn't sounded nothing like an orc or spider so they let it be. They led Lavandir into the forest where they continued their journey home. Unbeknownst to them whatever was in the trees would have been a much more innocent looking threat to them than spiders or any orc. Moriel watched them leave predatorily.

Soo what do you guys think? I would very much like to know! Anything you want to see happen or not?