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❛ there are orcs nearby. they hunt you. ❜
materializing from shadow, her step carried her towards the fire, tangible glow of flame dancing across the porcelain of her skin. She was donned in simple cloak, sheathed sword resting at hip, hood settled over her hair. ❛ Legolas, they draw closer with each moment. ❜ It was Legolas who stood watch, and so her path led her to stand next to him, her eyes scanning lie of the land.
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Though the Fellowship of the Ring ( as Lord Elrond dubbed them ) was formed with the best of intentions, the discomfort in the group often grew palpable. Beneath the LAUGHTER, beneath that great, easy outpouring of conversation... it wasn't TENSION exactly, was it? Not amongst two such congenial individuals each bringing the NOBLEST of their respective races with them. It was more a TREMOUR of something. Like words hollered down a bottomless pit that come back occluded and more COMPLEX. It was terror, perhaps, that each of them tried to hide from one another. Or something darker, as though the SHADOW of Mordor itself was slowly but surely being laid upon them.
Thus Faramir never complained when Gandalf saw it fit to send HIM ahead to scout && to make sure the road before them was clear enough for their company to proceed. For despite the formality in which he had been introduced in Imladris, he felt more a RANGER of Ithilien than the son of Denethor, Steward of Gondor. Their road was becoming steadily more dangerous && difficult, even though they were yet to leave the course of the Misty Mountains.
There was no sign of foe among the thick trees, yet still Faramir liked these lands not. Of late, every flight of a bird or swaying of the leaves felt like EYES upon them, filled with ill-intent. He left the eerie surroundings as soundlessly as he came && quickly made his way back to where the Fellowship was camping.
A cheerful fire greeted him && warmed his bones upon his return, most likely due to the courtesy of Samwise Gamgee. Faramir thanked him with a grateful smile before averting his attention to Mithrandir, his features once again becoming solemn && grim.
━━━ ❝ The road ahead appears to be clear, Mithrandir. I haven’t SEEN or HEARD any presence out there, fair or foul, save myself. ❞
The uncertainty && WARNING in his words were plain for anyone who cared to hear it, though he dared not speak of them OPENLY. Not just for the sake of the SPIRITS of the Fellowship remaining high, but also because he wished to shelter the hobbits, the Ring-bearer in particular, of the horrors which lay before them as long as he could. Perhaps one might take his behaviour as CONDESCENDING, yet his intentions were good && true, for he’d come to respect the BRAVERY of the hobbits quite dearly.
‘ ------------------------------------------------- ‘ the silence between them drags as fierce emerald hues lock tight onto his own. every part of her wants to reach out & tear his eyes from his sockets, to make him feel the hurt that she does. but all morgana can feel the strength to do is to curl tighter into a ball upon the bed; & even queens like her can allow themselves a moment of vulnerability. the safety to do so is so rare, after all. ‘ you left. i had no clue of where you were ----------------- i believed you to be dead. ‘ i mourned for you, she leaves unspoken. but it’s true. she did. she mourned a man alive.
THRANDXUILION. STARTER.
dís was only a small thing, young & scarred with bandages wound around her features, covering the deep, jagged burns. golden hair was singed just as most the other escapee’s & she had no time to mourn for it’s loss. the instant her boots tread upon leaves & crunching sticks instead of smooth stone told her WE ARE NOT GOING BACK HOME. they rested along the edges of the deep woods, her people bustling around the fire-lit camp, resting & healing & mourning.
but the sight of fire frightened her away, the mixture of panic & curiosity driving her further off the edge of the camp, deeper into the trees. as the dwarfling tried to see her burned mountain, to beg mahal to spare them, she found her height & position kept her blind from it. the sudden urge to catch one last glimpse overcame her & she began digging her nails into the bark of a tree, struggling to get clamber further up ; it was with a pained exclamation that she fell off, hitting the earth with a loud THUD. she quickly scrambled to hold herself against the tree, bright reflective eyes frantically scanning the dark, hoping desperately that nothing had heard her.
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Light were her steps, so light that even elven ears may not pick up the sound. She moved through the forest, unseen, like the ghost of a people whom had long since left these lands. Often she came to watch him shoot, nestled safely in the canopy. Of Cúthalion he reminded her with his skills, and it brought her great joy.
Yet today was different. Today, curiosity brought her closer to the young prince, her perch a lower branch than she was used to, her presence not so quiet.
“—How’d you do that?”
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