The Time We Are Given-Ch.8
It was twilight when the elf maidens finally realized their stomachs were grumbling and their bodies were tired.
Tarienne had mentally memorized the confusing town, learning the ways in and the ways out, and trying to make sense of all the twisted alleys and passageways . It was imperative to her to know them to avoid accidentally finding herself in them.
Ishariel had found an out of the way bookshop on the second floor of a home, filled with scrolls and tomes, and the shopkeeper had taken an instant liking to the young lore mistress. Tarienne welcomed the chance to sit down while her heart-sister talked and shopped, and found an out of the way corner near a window where she could observe the comings and goings below.
She watched as a young red haired girl ran past laughing, chased by a blonde long haired elf. The girl waved something in the air to goad him on and ran off again when he got close.
An elf with jet
The Time We Are Given-Ch.7
CHAPTER 7 - QUEEN ANNE
It took Ishariel pleading for nearly a half hour to get Tarienne to emerge. After they had returned to thier room from the assembly, Tari had fallen asleep, trying to hide her tears in her pillow.
Ishariel knew that the pain in the others' heart was like a shard that stabbed and pained with every breath, but was at a loss what to do or say to help. She brought out a tome, sat by the small fireplace and promised her heart-sister that she and Mordulin would keep watch.
On awakening well into the afternoon, the tracker insisted on staying in their room in case Glorfindel needed her, and Ishariel gliby asked if the golden haired eldar would have any trouble finding her anywhere if he needed to. In the end, it was Tari's desire to keep her heart-sister safe more then anything else that swayed her to go along.
She left her bow and quivver but her daggers were strapped to her forearm, leg and side as always,
The Time We Are Given-Ch. 6
CHAPTER 6 - STIRRINGS OF SHADOW
Tarienne opened her eyes again when the voices around her grew quieter and stopped. A man stepped up and walked to the front of the room. He was dressed in the colors of the forest; greens and browns with a woolen travelling cloak. Tari took him to be a tracker and she was correct.
"Greetings," he began. "I am Daervunn. I am a ranger from a hidden outpost in the North and I have been asked to summon this Council together. We are represented here by man, elf and dwarf all for it is believed by your leaders that there is a great danger that threatens us all."
The crowd murmured and shifted.
"You were chosen for this council because in some way to those you serve you are considered to be the best and most trusted. Once we share what we know with one another the need for this secrecy will become evident. There is a shadow stirring in the south east, in the lands of Mordor
The Time We Are Given-Ch. 5
CHAPTER 5 - THE ROAD TAKEN
The beautiful eldar held Tarienne close. He had been startled to see the wild, feral look in her eyes when she had challenged him; keen, curious Tari had always been level-headed when challenged. What he saw was a frightened creature who wanted to bolt not fight.
He moved a stray lock of hair from her face and looked into her eyes, hoping to see the elf maiden he knew. Instead of the previous feral fear, he now saw great sorrow and was puzzled.
"What is it, my star? This wild elf who greets me is not the gentle light that shines from the Lord of Imladris' eyes!"
The kindness in his words, the softness in his eyes, the draining of the adrenaline from her body made Tarienne feel as though she had just swam a mile and was trying to haul herself out of the water fully clothed. Tears filled her eyes and she began to tremble.
"Herdir," she whispered, using the honorific master. "He
The Time We Are Given-Ch.4
The squawking of Mordulin awakened the elf maidens long before the tapping at the door did. Tarienne was up with dagger in hand before Ishariel threw back her covers.
"Shh!" hissed Tari and waved her to silence before the other elf could say a word. With a gesture from his mistress, Ishariel's raven dropped soundlessly to the bed and stood observing, head cocking left and right, eyes glinting in the pale light from the slowly brightening world outside.
Long black hair disheveled, standing poised to attack in her small-clothes, Tari called out.
"Who goes there? Speak your peace for you have been found out!"
There was a shuffling at the door and a stammering male voice responded.
"M...milady I beg your forgiveness. I come bearing a message from the ... the Council."
Tarienne stood upright and ran a hand through her hair, but made no move towards the door. Ishariel had climbed out of bed and was pulling on her clo
The Time We Are Given-Ch.3
CHAPTER 3 A CHANGE IN THE AIR
The elf maiden's embrace felt good to Tarienne, and she felt the stress of her long journey drop from her and she sat down as gracefully as her tired, sore body would allow. Her friend pushed a bowl of fresh fruit across the table and smiled. Gratefully, Tarienne selected a large apple and bit down into it with fervour.
"I guess you have not had much to eat on the journey, I promise to remedy that starting with tonight's meal," said the other elf.
Ishariel of Lindon tucked a strand of dark copper hair back behind her ear, and pulled a grape off its cluster. Carefully, she peeled off its skin, broke it into several tiny pieces and held them out to a large raven perched on the back of the chair beside her.
"Here you go, Mordulin. Middle-Earth's only raven to eat fruits."
The glossy black bird took the proferred offerings piece by piece with a low, soft squawk.
The elf maidens sat unspeaking, each l