But it was day. This might not be such an effective way to deal with the situation...

...at this time.

So, retreiving her midnight-blue cloak and wrapping it about herself, Adra headed to the door and opened it to reveal the captain of the guards. "My Lady, something approaches the castle that may be flesh or something else entirely, for we cannot distinctly make out its form. My men are waiting for my word on what to do, yet the King does not arouse so that I may seek his consel."

Adra knew very well why the King did not rouse, but she covered for it. "The King has been remiss in resting for some time," she commented lightly. "Let us not disturb him; rather I shall deal with this intruder myself, for intruder he indeed is lurking towards our castle in an elven cloak. Recognize you not the magicks of the elves before your own eyes?" she queried somewhat sardonically. Then, "Have your men... escort him to the King's throne room. I shall be waiting."

"Yes, my lady," the Captain replied, bowing in respect then turning on his heel to make sure the task was completed. Behind him Adra drew her cloak more closely to herself, stepped out of and secured her chambers with a simple spell, and then began descending the stairs of the tower to the throne room below.

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A shadow passed over L'Endriel's face.

What if she's taking me to the king to have him decide my fate? A hardened noble might not be as kind as a gentle lady...

L'Endriel turned around to see two escorts armed with long spears following from behind. There would be no chance of escape. He turned around again to see the lady smile, and motion for him to follow.

Perhaps there would be no need to escape. Hopefully, the lady's smile hid no malicious intent.

He began to walk again, and the lady turned around, leading the way. As she turned her golden hair moved gently, just enough to reveal a...pointed ear.

L'Endriel almost stopped walking again in shock. These people were indeed different from any he had encountered before. They were similar in his own appearance, and yet, the ears...and their air of superiority...

They eventually approached two great doors guarded by elvish sentries. There were several runes etched into the golden frame, letters and characters L'Endriel had never seen before. The sentries removed their crossed halberds, and the doors opened with a loud creak.

He continued to ponder what his fate would be as he followed the lady into the King's hall.

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Pure Adrenaline..

The boy fell out the bed with a thump, his head throbbing from the awakening pain. Struggling to push his eyes open, he looked along hte wooden floor at his surrondings. He was no longer in the darkness of his dream, no it was a nightmare. Breathing in hte boy fel his body be covered in cold, though the cloth over him should have warmth him, it only worstened the manner.

He needed to go..

The boy threw himself up, staring abou the room at his luggage that he dropped off in his entrance. Walking leisurally toward it, his thought's began tumbling over ideas that he awakened at the worst of times. The dream was amazing, but during it some Trool creature came out. His mother told him about those evil, sadistic barbarians, and what they do to those of flesh. It terrozed him into an awakening, and he had no time to take another sleep, because soon it was going to be an horizion, and he would have to go.

Reaching down, the boy clutched the strap for his luggage, and threw it over his shoulder. Heading out the door after the knob was circularly motioned around, he closed it behind him. STagnant in motion, his mind told him only one thing at the moment.

You must say your good bye to that elf woman. She was kind enough to allow him to sleep in her residence, so the best he could do was give her a vocal respect.

Turning himself to where he remembered her going, he bumped into a child elven. Falling down by the sudden contact, he looked up in confusion, mermozing the face from his ride. Thought it was a bumpy, horrific drag along the surface, he did manage to see the two both before the steed came to a cease.

"Hello ma'am, do you know where the woman that I talked to previously is residing, I must talk to her." Talasti concernly questioned, while he came to a stand, dusting himself off.

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Precaution, she finally decided as she came to a halt before a large throne and knelt before it. Behind her, the prisoner likewise knelt, prompted by the halberds which suddenly pushed him there.

The elf atop the throne was as ageless as his daughter, but chose to wear the guise of one carrying only 50 earthly years. His hair still gleamed with the gold of youth, his skin was fair and taut and clean-shaven. Eyes the color of night shone out of the regal countenance he bore, shining with the light of myriad stars. They lit up further and he came quickly to his feet, his arms outstretched to his daughter.

"My child!" he smiled in a mighty voice, now descending from the dias to meet her on an equal ground. He reached out and gave her a hug, then cast a glance over her shoulder. This was an easy matter for him to accomplish, for he stood nearly six feet tall, statuesque by elven standards.

"And who is this halfling you bring before me, and in thus a manner?" he queried at length, stepping back to hold her out at arm's length.

Eirianna smiled, loosening her own embrace from her father's shoulders.

"A wayfarer coming into our midst, armed with double axes of a fine and intricate edge, or so I was informed," she said at length. Then, before her father could focus on the lightness this situation warranted, she frowned, bringing something of the dark to dim that light.

Quickly she told him of her encounter in the clearing, of the strange things sent to thwart her, of how the moon had turned to blood and had emblazoned upon its face the dark beauty of pure evil. She shuddered as she ended her brief narrative, putting her arms about herself as from a great distance Gorfynt's whinny came into her ears. Whether that whinny was real or of her own memories, she could not for the life of her ascertain at the moment.

Her father frowned, and quickly went to a window overlooking the woods. There a faint and sparkling trail silvered the duff; his frown deepened, and with a wave of his hand the forest replied, spurting up great clods of dirt and loam to cover over the cemented trail the unicorn had left in the waning night, one augmented by this unknown evil but now hidden from her view.

He turned to his daughter and the halfling, who was still on his knees. Bidding him rise, he approached and stood before him.

A brief eternity passed in which the Elven King reached out himself to determine the purity of heart already decreed by his offspring... and did not find that heart wanting. He laid a strong hand on the halfling's shoulder.

"Speak now, and tell us of yourself, for we may have use of you," he decreed with a squeeze of that mighty yet slender hand. Then he returned to his throne, and regained his seat there upon it.

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E'raes smirt spread accross the right half of his lips as he stepped closer and they snapped to attention.

"you there! state your bussiness!" the guard went through the ruiten as standard.

his lips parted to let lose a little laugh, before his eyes narrowed upon one of them and his voice came out smoothly. "I could tell you... But im afraid you wouldnt like what i have to say, and then you wouldnt let me see the king, so... Ask yourselves-" his smirk spread once more as he placed a hand on his hip and stood defiantly. "- do you really want to know?"

the guard looked at him for a moment before his eyes went wide. "im..im so-"

E'rae didnt let him finish the sentance, he simply strode through the confused guards laughing once more.

Spinless morons, see someone and make yourselves large, yet confronted by noble blood you swallow your tongues... You should have asked my business all the same...

he strode inward and passed down many hallways.

This walk is impossible... I have made it only twice before... But i will never make it again... This is the last... I must not return.
His head shook slowly from side to side, the bound hair at the back of his head fliping over his shoulder he paused.

the last time i was here... I made the same promise... This time i will keep it... Never again.
Fliping his hair to his back he continued on, bowing slightly to a few beings who worked at there tasks with extrodinary vigor, truly deticated to there place.

They are so dedicated, they know thier place, why can i not take mine? What is it about this title that hurts me so? I will never know i supose.

he came upon a large and elabretly designed door, pausing momentarily.

Finaly he shruged and walked through, ignoring the protest of the guard before it, he had never been one to care for rules...

He strode into the room and bowed to the king, whom was looking at him strangly, along with the eyes of many others, probably filled with rage, but he did not see those eyes, for he wished not to distract himself from the task at hand.

"M'lord, I have something which i most speak to you of..."

he then stood slowly and backed away, allowing the others to finish there business. After all, he was already on shaky ground with the king of elves, and all his kin, why do more then he had to to upset them?

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There would never be someone for him to run to.

The King said something else, and time itself seemed to halt for L'Endriel.

...And who is this halfling you bring before me...

Wha?...but...how...?

Had he heard right? A halfling? L'Endriel looked up slowly, noticing the king, his daughter, and the two guards. They all looked like himself, except the ears...and they were smaller in stature. The king's lips moved, but L'Endriel's round ears didn't hear a single sound.

And then it hit him.

Whatever race these people were, he shared their blood.

L'Endriel involuntarily raised his hand to his forehead, and felt the beads of sweat that were beginning to form there. He sat alone in his thoughts for a moment, until a poke in his back brought him back to reality.

"The king has asked you a question. Will you not answer him?"

L'Endriel looked up to see a look of expectation on the king's face. Apparently, he had asked him a question.

"I'm sorry milord, but...uh...what did you say?"

The king let out a breath, and repeated his question.

"Ah...well. To speak the truth, I don't know much about myself." L'Endriel's eyes moved about the room. "I led a simple life up until now. I was adopted by a woodsman when I was young, and raised as his own child. I never knew my parents."

L'Endriel walked towards one of the walls in the hall, and looked out a window, out towards the Wydde Wood. He continued his discourse:

"After his death, I became a wanderer. I do not venture into the towns of men too often. I prefer the company the woods." L'Endriel lifted his hand out towards the forest, palm upraised, catching the some of the rays of light that broke through the cover of the trees. "The birds of the air and the trees of the earth are my companions."

L'Endriel turned around and faced the king, and slowly looked back at the ground. "I have no home. And I didn't know I had any kin, but..."

L'Endriel saw the look of surprise on their faces. Apparently, they had thought he knew his own identity. He also noticed that another person had entered the hall, taller and larger than the others...but with the same ears. This one must've entered while he was still in shock. Either way, there was nothing more for him to say, so he waited for one of them to reply.

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Coming to the a soldier who was guarding a door, motionless like a statue. The tall boy walked slowly before the stagnant guard, staring into the man's eyes, averting the soldier's attention from his thoughts to the boy before him. The guard opened up his ears as the boy's mouth began moving in an inquiring concerning fashion.

"Do you know where.." Talasti stopped in the middle of his setence, and he glanced down at the younger elven who used her lips to signal him the name of the lady that he had meet last night. He began again, turning his vision back to the soldier. "Eirianna be thee name of who I want to meet."

Abrupt shock came to the soldier, as a lightning bolt had fallen from the skies directing the man's very conscious into the depths of heavens. Tightening his grip around the arrow-staff, he twirled it stealthfully, and poked it toward the boy's neck in an aggresive manner.

"You shall not see our King's Daughter in these times. I have been told she is in a dire state of emotions, and it is evident she is in a meeting with her father, you traveler-" The man stuttered, as his anger began to take the best of him. Pushing the sharp ending tip of his weaponary even closer to that of the boy's skin, nearly create an indent. The militant continued on his dialgoue, filled with a foregien ascent. "She is the future Queen, and you suggest a peasant dressed fellow of your kind see such a being. Leave these premises as of this moment you fool."

The boy's emotions were intensified with anger by the words that were hooted in such an irritated tone. Assault burned in teh gleaming foxy eyes of the boy, as they ran down the soldier's armor, locking down on the hand's of the militant. Gritting his teeth down, as his finger's clutched into a balling, strong fist, sending of rays of aggression.

Abruptly he screamed in an animilistic manner. The roar was heard even inside the closed doors that held the one he seeked. Throwing himself into a crouch position, while his hand extended pushing the young child away from the altercation, he prepared for a swift move. Reaching at the wooden crafted staff of the throwing arrow, he pulled it from the man with one, single, compelling tug, throwing the man off balance. Swirling around in the fashion of a swan, he banged the man with the wooden materail at the side of his neck. The militant fell unconscious, hitting the stone tiled ground with a thud, left to remain on the cold surface until his awkaening.

Turning his head to the other militant who was alarmed by the thud, he rushed toward the scene. Talasti rotated stealthfully around, coming to a knelt as the staff circularly motioned to the knee point of the man. Banging harshly against the leg, the professoinl combatant was forced to a fall, but during his quick fall a stern kick pushed him against the wall of the door, opening it with the magnititude of his collision.

The boy stood there in the light of the horizon, he stared at thos ebefore him. It was a tall man, slender and of elfish heritage closest, and a man dressed in royality by the one he seeked, and was known as Eirianna. Rolling his eyes to the side, he spectated a man who had been startled by that of another.

"Hmm..."

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His hand shot instantly to his side, where it gripped the hilt of his sword, his body mechanicly moving into a crouch and his eyes focusing intently upon the man who had come in with such a crash. "And who is this that would enter through violence? For your sake, i pray thee have no desire to harm the king, for such would be your last breath!"

As he spoke he allowed his blade to inch out of its sheath a fraction revealing a small portion of the gleaming metal, his little smirk promising that if the being posed a threat, he would not live to see the threats fulfilment.

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"I am here for the girl, the King's daughter." The boy commented, looking past the gleam of the blade at the beauitiful face of the female elven. Throwing the weapon he had attained from the attack down, he walked slowly past the one who protested his entrance. Gesturing his hand to calm the man, he inhaled a breath as his feet trailed along a horiziontal path toward the princess.

Immeditately falling to a kneel, with his clothing and jewlery under making a mustling sound in the hush of the room. His head falling down as only one knee was up, he smiled blissfully as he began to speak.

"King, and M'lady, excuse me for my aggressive entrance, but I was being blockaded for the thing I wanted, and my youthful mentality drove me to such horrific actions. As I pass those words to you.." The boy took a pause in speak, he awaited their expression to his statement. He couldn't draw sense of sound, and his head was down, so their was no way of seeing hteir faces. He continued, "I am here to say my goodbye, for I am back on my path to the Ring of Power."

When he said it this time, his voice didn't whitter, his expression didn't change. He was clear and procise with his words, and showed no restrain or fear of them. Taking a stand he turned to those of the room and bowed to them in respect.

"May I all see you in better terms then this. Good day chums.." Talasti walked slowly down the path to the open doors, as the wind rushed through his black hair. Suddenly stopping at the door he intentionly dropped a map, and awaited for their reply to his action..

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with a jolt his body turned and he faced the king once more, bowing slightly. "im sorry My Lord, but i have remembered, and this is well time to say, I have seen dark things rooming the night, dark things for some time now... They search M'lord, Search everywhere! I saw a few in this area last night, and i fear that they may come here in search... While i can not be sure, such dark things can only be the work of one seeking the ring!"

He bowed once more, dropping to one knee respectfully, before shaking his head slowly. "im sorry for such a Rude entrance... please continue with all else, but i thought it best if you were informed, if you have not yet been so."

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"You!" He began, his hoot taking hte attention to all within the council residence. The boy continued, his voice even more intensified then the first word, "You moronic elf. There is no way such a great power would be found in these residence, it would have been found immeditately. I even found this aimlessly, and such the socceries of this world would have captured it immeditately." His red eyes burned with a ray of distress, and anger as he paused catching his breath. He began once again, roaring his few last words, "And if this was a matter of a doubt, why would you be idiotic enough to state such an issue in the public when their are possibilies of those of soccery looking over you."

The boy ended, his mind throbbing as adernaline pumped faster with his heart nearly expiring from the speedy dash. Talasti didn't understand this anger that had he had wielded, it wasn't right in the culture of the woods he was in, but it had been burrowed out by the [i]moronic statement, and the possilbility of the Ring actually being in this very location. He was blind enough not to see it, and if not, it would be even more irritating that it wasn't. Taunting the boy with the statement if it was only a lie it would be, and he was never postive toward the state of a lair.

Another portion of his mind was on the idea of soccery, it wasn't normally used in his vocbulary, but the touch his mother's tales told of those who used mystical powers in the form of darkness. He could never believe it, but at the time it seemed only resource in his mind that he could use to battle against the words that attacked the barrier of his heart, and emotions.

A tear suddenly rolled down his cheek, then another, then another. He fell to his knees uncharacteristically crying in the heated moment. It was as if all reality collapsed upon his shoulders, and he was obviously not prepared for such an issue. He grabbed his head in pain, as he screamed loudly..

"No!"

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He gave the kid a pat before he noticed the tears.

"listen, Perhaps you should be finding a bit more rest, eh? relax, find comfort in sleep... Running emotions take hold, and give clear scent to things which run in shadow, understand?"

he then stood and gave the kid a little wink. "Listen, If you wish it to be so, you may stay within my walls tonight, and i'll help you on your way when your feeling better?"

He then took a step back and bowed slightly, "remember though, Getting killed is a horrible way to die."

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The boy stummbled to his feet, his head sunk like a unbalanced holey boat. He could feel his legs, they were wobbling though, but he could feel them for some reason. His body just felt num as if he was posioned by the disease of Fear.

He had the comforting words, but they only built his reality, but with the sense that much of his actions could and were possibly for no reason. The friendships, the comfort of his mother all dispatched for the ring that which he had done so much for, was in the hands of those he wanted to place it in as long as he wanted.

This determined him more, but only sent him to the idea of demise outside the walls of woods. He didn't know what to do, but he needed something. He needed some one to comfort him. Though the notion was childish compared to his age, he couldn't help act this way.

"Help me please.." He spoke aimlessly, though his eyes directed to the location of the king, princess and the other creature near the window.

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E'rae Velic! Back, as carefree and arrogant as ever!

Scarcely able to refrain from an unladylike snort, she now stepped forward, one hand having the audacity to hold itself palmward toward her King, knowing her father would forgive this rash action. The clear gray of her eyes darkened to thundercloud hue.

"I see you have not changed much these many years, E'rae!" she finally burst out with, her voice low and musical but cutting nevertheless. For a moment she stood there, quiet and serene on the outside but trembling with the affront this elven's actions were to her father.

And we were discussing affairs not to be bandied lightly! Now she did snort, and came over to the crying elven. There she stopped, utterly ignoring the handsome and grinning noble, and quietly looked up into the the lad's crumpled height. A cool hand reached out to dry his tears, and she retrieved the map from where he had dropped it.

"Your search for the One Ring will not gain far, should you lose your way without direction, my young friend," she whispered, cupping his chin in her hand. He directed his foxy, tear-stained eyes into hers, and she smiled again.

"Perhaps it would be best indeed that you take shelter within these very walls, to seek further rest, while such an affair of state is decided among my father's court."

With that she backed gracefully away, nodding once to one of her hovering retinue, who hurriedly came forward to take the young Talasti in hand. Seeing he was in good hands, the Daughter of the Moon now turned to the halfling, who had remained quiet through this all. She approached him on quicksilver feet, and came to a halt before him.

Her cloud-clearing eyes stared into his quasi-fey pair.

"It is the elven in you which reaches out to the birds and the forest, my cousin," she said at length. Then she rose up on her tiptoes, and kissed him lightly.

"As you have no kith of your own, I welcome you into my clan, if you like. I have always desired a brother."

She then returned to her father's side, and leaned in to whisper into his ear.

"Indeed, there are dark things most foul abounding in the night, my King," she whispered that none other could hear. "And as such, we must make plan against. But even though claw and wing scour the skies in drear despair, it is not these which bring my heart to such a state."

With that she trailed off into silence, thinking again of the dark-haired beauty, whose image she had seem limned with blood upon the moon in the darkling night of Wydde's Wood.

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A...a family.

"Yes...I think I would like that very much."

For the first time in his life, L'Endriel experienced a sensation he had never felt before - happiness.

And for the first time in his life, a genuine smile appeared on L'Endriel's lips.

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Footsteps...

His feet were banging against the stone ground, blazing past the young elven who had accompanied him to the door. He was running away from something, and he didn't know where he was going, it was out of there. The warnings of demise couldn't phase him at the time, and only death itself could stop him in his steps.

He felt incarcerated in his own mind, and he rushed to free himself, but the cage was to tight, even when he reached the out of the gates for the village he still felt the emotional cage tightening against him.

"Help me..Mother, Father...someone help me!" He screamed to the heaven in search for generosity from whoever.

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Suddenly he realized where he was and bowed, to the king and princess, speaking to the later with an apologetic tongue.

"I am truly sorry M'lady, but i can not help the habbits i hold... Someday i will make it up to you, though i know you have heard it before."

bowing once more he stepped forward and examing the halfling, he nodded slowly. "Your liniage is indeed elven... And stongly at that...if you ever need a companion, I offer myself to you" he bowed once more, an action he always seemed to do a little to much of in the presence of the king, as he was never sure what he should or shouldnt do. "i am E'rae Velic, it is a pleasure to meet one that has found his way not knowing, to find what he did not seek..."

As he spoke he couldnt help the little grin that spread accross his lips, and it was indeed with great difficulty he controlled a chuckle, he was already on thin ground, no need to push it further...

As he stepped back he almost jumped with a start, before drawing out a small medallion upon a silver chain, presinting it to the king he spoke softly, "I almost forgot, I found this on a path through the woods, as it bares the royal crest, i believed it best to return it here, does it belong with either of you?"
Hopefuly i have not done something wrong... I pray this is the right procedure...

he couldnt help the slight tremble the passed through him as he attempted to remain perfectly still...

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He thought back into the night previously, and he glanced over his shoulder at the small view of the castle. Gritting his teeth, he turned himself about and rushed back, he had something to say. He would order his words before his entrance, but their was no time for meditation, he'd have to do it on the way.

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Her hand reached out to grasp it, certain it was hers. For hadn't she struck against many a branch, hadn't she heard the creaking of the ents who inhabited these woods as they chastised their herd for their disrespectful slapping of her face, tearing of her hair, and grasping of her cloak as Gorfynt had borne her pell-mell back to the haven of Moon's Keep?

But even as her hand reached to take it back, she paused. Her eyes widened in surprise; now it was her lips which once again pursed in a dainty manner. She slowly withdrew her hand afront of her, where it clasped its companion quietly.

"Indeed this is if royal lineage, but not of my line, nor that of my King," she announced in her musical whisper. Her eyes darted back to the King, who leaned forward for a better look.

Then she nodded her chin to the door.

"The young one weeps at the gate," she smoothly changed the subject, her innate magicks clearly augmenting her hearing to where even from this distance, and through stone and rafter, she could hear Talasti's cries. Abruptly they stopped, to be replaced by a slight rustling.

She frowned, quickly turning to a corner of the King's Hall where there stood a great stone urn. Atop that urn there was a flatly curved silver dish, in whose center there glowed a dancing green flame. The dish was filled with something eerily blue and shimmery; she made a strange gesture with one slender hand, and then peered intently into the dish.

"He wanders in haste to the Keep from the Wydde's Wood," she murmured at length, backing off now with a stifled yawn. Indeed, now that nothing untoward seemed to be seeking them, she desired nothing more than to go lay her weary head down for a bit of refreshing rest. It had indeed been a long night for her, and the King was now in his court.

"Although the sun now dapples and dances amidst the leaves, and he is but beyond the Gate, it is not safe for one so young to be thus on his own," she mused, hiding another small yawn behind her raised hand. She moved that hand away from her mouth, and continued.

"I believe I shall take my leave of you for the nonce, my King," she said, turning to her father with a loving hug. "Perhaps my new... brother..." Her gray eyes danced like moonlight as she put a strange inflection upon the word "...or our returned noble..." Here, her eyes shot into E'rae's like arrows into a heart "...would be so kind as to retrieve the young one in his return, before something dire happens to him or he changes his mind, the vagaries of youth being such as they are."

She paused for breath, wanting nothing more than to relieve her pressing fatigue by a singular and pleasing stretch, but she retained her calm demeanor. Nodding in dismissal, she spoke up once more before departing from them altogether:

"I shall return two hours hence."

Then her light footsteps carried her past the halfling and the tall pureblood, and she soon found the solace she so greatly desired between the satins and silks of her soothing green bed coverings.

Little did the Daughter of the Moon dream that it would be a far longer time than she promised, ere her lids would lift from their slumbers.

A far, far longer time....

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Find the Ring.

They were in constant communication with her, following any and every lead within the Earth, making certain that should one find the Ring it would return to its Owner as quickly as possible. And should one be foolish enough to announce his or her desire to gain the Ring of Power for themselves, this would gain the attention of those self-same Ringwraiths.

And precautions would be taken.

And there was one which even now sought after that Ring, one bold and unwise enough to state as much aloud.

The Ringwraiths may not have heard the exact words themselves. But the very desire that this one, this Talasti, gain the Ring, was enough to draw them to him.

As the fool ran back towards Wydde’s Wood, out of the skies swooped a large and monsterous beast, upon which road one of those horrible and hideous Ringwraiths. He turned in startlement, but was unable to move away from the oncoming attack quickly enough to evade it. The Ringwraith, stuck between the world of the living and the dead, only needed to cast but one single non-look upon the frightened elf before he began to fall limply to the ground. The beast upon which it rode flew gracefully under the falling lad, with his limp form now upon its back and in the grasp of the Ringwraith they began to return to its Mistress.

Still sitting on her throne, Adra sensed what was occurring and smiled once, darkly.

See that this one is taken to the dungeons, she indicated. And show him our... hospitality ...leave him to his cell so that I can speak to him in my own time...

Knowing that the task would be executed flawlessly, Adra then returned her attentions to the intruder whose arrival she awaited with keen interest.

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Without waiting for a reply, he bowed once more and exited, turning down the hallways swiftly, even unsure himself if his speed was for the need to be away from the keep, or for the desires to help talasti.

As he exited he allowed his feet all speed, giving truth to elven blood, and movign with swiftness that could only be of such.

he came forth to the gates in time to see a shadowy figure riding off into the forests, and in the time it takes a dwarf to finish a pint, he had put two and two together to come to an even 4...

He felt the hilt of his sword tightly within clenched fist, could feel the blood being squeezed away from those knuckles...

I tried! i warned them all that they would be here... They take my Bravado as ignorance, and stupidity... But there is true knowledge to such actions...

Not wasting time he quickly chased after, but even elven legs could not match those of a swift steed, and the shadow was soon no where to be found...

Quickly he returned to the keep and left a message for the Lady Eirianna, which was writen as:
M'Lady,
I fear the shadows have claimed the one you wished to retrieve, i shall follow the tracks, and find this blight, and do all i can to retrieve him.

E'rae Velic

Soon after he was off on the trail, for while the beast could outrun him, that was not the only way to follow, and running in such haste, left trails clear to elven eyes...

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L'Endriel examined his surroundings for a moment, and ran over to a nearby tree. He climbed the tree with inhuman speed, until he finally reached the top. He peered over the horizon, until he found what seemed to be a black cloud hovering over a certain spot nearby, but moving quickly. L'Endriel grinned.

Well, at least I still know how to speak with the ravens

Had he forgotten how to do so, the large eagle that now swooped by would've never come. L'Endriel jumped on its back, and quickly directed it to the conspiracy of ravens looming on the horizon. Perhaps he could save the boy yet.

[ 12-30-2002 05:49 PM: Message edited 1 time, lastly by L'Endriel ]

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My Characters: Rathal, Narcolm, Freedon Naad