Edlothia trudged on the borders of Mirkwood, looking out to the far slope lying in her view. She was in her duty as a guard, and she had wandered a bit far today. She intends to tour around half of Mirkwood's borders and then go home, but something had taken her heart.

The normally gleeful elleth seemed to be troubled today. She had an overcast and gloomy face, her brows scowled tightly together as she played with the knot on her uniform. Edlothia felt something, right there, in the bottom of her heart. An apprehension, an uncertainty. She had walked the distance from the Elvenking's Halls now to the Southern part of Mirkwood, where the spiders and dark creatures usually lurked. Edlothia gripped her dagger tight for comfort, but this does not rest her heart. She was sweating cold, and she just felt strengthless.

Something's gotta happen today. Edlothia thought, and I gotta watch out for myself.

She had seen giant spiders and distorted forms of living, but none of them had give her an unnamed creep yet. Edlothia was quite courageous, but today she was just not acting very lively. Maybe things will get better, maybe this is just an illusion. Oh, god, I'm not fighting someone like this. Edlothia continued to walk as she hoped sincerely in her heart.

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so here's the starter ^v^ I'm thinking I'll have Edlothia scared of Myla first cuz she's really... fabulous.

(awesome title!!! and sounds good to me )

Myla pulled the hood of her cloak over her head as she mounted her warg. Five Orcs doing the same beside her. She was more than happy to lead todays scout. It would be easy and simple, check the woods and make sure the master's creatures were still plenty in number and get rid of any threat that came near. Checking to make sure she had her daggers stashed, she looked behind her and yelled at the others to hurry up. They really were slow sometimes which made her very impatient nowadays. Giving no more time she gripped the fur of her warg and pulled.

"Bartom!" (Ride!) She shouted as she took off towards the dark woods. For reasons she could never fully explain, she loved to ride in the night through the trees. The thought of what she might find always excited her and she hoped that today would be one of those days for her.

Luckily for her it was. Not long after they began, they noticed something in the distance. "Parpara!" (Forward!)

As they got closer they came to a stop a few feet away and observed the tall woman. An elf. Myla could easily see the nervousness and tension in her body movements and smiled. Glancing at the other Orcs she made a motion telling them to go around so they can surround her. Her interrogation skills were a little rusty but knew she would be able to get at least a few answers from the Woman.

Edlothia's attention was soon drew to the orcish squad not far away, and she discovered with dismay that they are charging towards her. Her heart was thumping faster than ever, and her face was as pale as the thick snow in January. O Ilúvatar. I am not fighting any orcs today. Edlothia thought, sweat was oozing from her skin. By the gift of the fair sight of the elven race she was able to recognize that there were five orcs, and normally she can finish those orcs off in less than a minute but... Today she was not in the mood of fighting.

Edlothia looked out towards the squad again, and this time she noticed a horrifying fact that this squad was not led by any orc. It was a girl, a girl that's approximately her own age, who has a vicious face and a scaring temperament. Edlothia could tell that the girl was strong and a good fighter, and by the girl's height she can roughly tell that she is... a dwarf?!! What the hell is happening to the world?! Edlothia gasped as she gripped her dagger tighter. She drew it out of the scabbard to embolden herself. Edlothia swallowed hard with anxiety, and planned secretly about what she would do once they come near, and she estimates that she could still fight the orcs off, but it would take more energy and time than it would usually will take. Edlothia took a deep breath, and finally decided.

The best thing to do now... Edlothia backed off a few steps unknowingly, is to run.

Myela shouted for the Orcs to chase after her. They all roared with grins as their wargs ran. Gripping her warg's fur she joined in the hunt and took off in a different direction to cut her off. Within minutes they were surrounding Edlothia, leaving her with no way out without fighting. The warg's were snarling in her face wanting to rip her flesh from her body. Spit and drool flying from their mouths.

"Uk Nalt?" (All alone?). Myla laughed as she dismounted her warg. "Quite a ways away from your regular post aren't we?" She asked raising a brow.

Noticing the dagger in her hand, Myla pulled out one of her own. The blade had a slight wave to it and was attached to a bone bound by leather. Slowly she made her way closer to the elf. "Now you pay for the consequnces.."

Edlothia stood in the middle of the circle, breathing heavily. No way out now, She told herself, only, if I fight. She sighed heavily towards the gleaming hostility, disgust by the sight of the foul living. She drew both of her daggers out and swished them, and then offered boldly: "You want to fight? You dwarvish-orc? Then you have it coming!"

Immediately she started to recover to become her normal self. Edlothia threw two daggers towards the throats of the orcs who were facing her, and turned around swiftly while pulling out her bow and two arrows from her quiver. She fit them to the string at light-speed and shoot them towards the head of the first orc's behind her and quickly took out to other arrows and aimed for the other orc. Then she pulled back her bow onto her back and turned around again to retrieve the daggers from the throats of the carcases. Edlothia slay the last orc by penetrating the dagger onto its throat. Then she fired an arrow towards each of the warg's eyes, connecting seamlessly between her actions. Upon a bunch of dead bodies she stood to face the young girl full of energy, and spoke desperately.

"I fought for my own safety, and I do not wish to harm you. You are a dwarf, aren't you? I hold no hostility toward you, and I believe that you have a good heart. How come you leading them?" Edlothia begged sincerely as she tried to make friend with her.

Myla watched with interest as the elf took down all five Orcs by herself. Then again it was a scouting mission so they weren't the greatest of fighters. But now she knew to bring plenty more next time, and to make sure they were skilled in combat. Her warg pounced on Edlothia and pinned her tightly to the ground. "A good heart? you are mistaken.."

Taking her daggers she tossed them away a good distance. She gently stroked her warg's fur giving it a pat on the head before looking down at the elf again.

"I am a dwarf, but I will not allow myself to be compared to those disgusting people. And I lead them because I'm the group leader..Well, I was until you killed them all. And because it was the masters request." She replied as if the answer was simple. Finally she whistled signaling for her warg to let the girl go. Reaching down towards her belt she untied a piece of string with a hunk of meat attached to it and tossed it a few feet away letting her warg chase after it and chew on it while still keeping an eye on the situation. Her warg was loyal to her and would attack again if she noticed any threatening movements from the foul smelling creature.

Edlothia got a huge shock when the warg suddenly leaped upon her. She made no effort trying to attack whatsoever, and continued to beg to the girl. She was confused, and she was fairly interested in the girl as well. Why are... What's happening in the world? Why would her, a dwarf, be acquainted to orcs? Her people hate these foul creatures just as we are! What... is her? Questions aroused in her heart, but there was no way to answer it just by looking at the girl. Edlothia let the girl take her daggers away while thinking, My daggers. Pity.

She stood up as the warg went off to the far distance. The word 'master' alarmed Edlothia. She opened her eyes wide and went walking towards the girl. All of a sudden she pulled her bow, fit two arrows to the string and shoot them towards the warg not far away. After a painful squeal Edlothia dropped all her weapons, thinking that she would just bet her life on this matter. She closed her eyes and sighed before asking the girl again in a friendly tone:

"Now it's only you and me. Please forgive me for killing your beast, as I fear that it may harm me. What's your name? Who is your master?"

Myla backed away from the girl as she came closer. And watching her beast be killed only fueled her anger. She pulled out her other dagger and pointed it at the girl. "Flas Nar Ma!" (Speak no more!)

"You'll regret that..for my master Sauron will not be pleased to hear of what has happened in this moment." She glared fiercely at the elf and wanted nothing more than to plunge her dagger into her chest and rip out her guts. "You risk your life over stupid questions?"

Edlothia's two eyes focused on the tip of the dagger, as now she had learnt that the girl was a harsh problem. She should stop trying at this point, but Edlothia's mind soon rested on something else -- the girl said something, sounds like black speech that her tutor taught her to recognize long ago, but Edlothia was not sure at her meaning. She threw her hands up to surrender, and slowly, backed off a few steps.

Do not put timbers on fire. She remembered Lothriel's wise words, in which her sister warned her before today's patrol. Immediately Edlothia began to admire her sister even more, for it brought great counsel to her.

Now the girl had stated her master's name, Edlothia was soon, very much confused. Now, if she was a little more clever, she would have been alarmed, she would have known who this 'Sauron' is. But Edlothia's foolishness would never allow that to happen. She ought to know not to irritate this girl more but to remember the syllables -- Sau---ron, and to get herself out of here as soon as possible and report this peculiar encounter to her superiors. Instead Edlothia frowned at the name and pondered for a bit, before she let out another stupid question:

"Who on earth is Sauron?"

"None of your concern!" Myla shouted at the stupid girl. She kept a firm grip on her dagger watching her closely. She felt a bit conflicted as if he should let her live or not. If she lived, she'd go and blabber about everything that just happened putting her people and her masters plans at risk. And if she killed her, it would be a sign of how dangerous this mysterious new threat was.

Myla's thoughts were interrupted by a distant noise. She quickly glanced behind her and smiled looking back at the elf.

"You have a choice to make here. You can die by my hands...Or, you can die by the hands of a friend who's coming this way right now. And trust me when I say he's way worse than anything you've ever faced.."

Myla smiled as she imagined the girls body twisting in agony as she and the Orc tear the flesh from her body.

Edlothia rotated her eyeball quickly. This is the result of your 'too young too naive'. She thought as she sighed again, looking faithfully into the dwarvish girl's eyes. From this angle Edlothia was almost at a bird's eye view, and can clearly see the orc... army-like squad coming from not far away, full of pugnacity. She cannot fight this many foes alone, especially when she's not in the right status. Either calling for help, which will be almost useless at this situation, or let herself be ripped. Edlothia can saw the flame in the girl's eyes, which she did not even know the name of. She squinted towards the army far away, and looked down on the vicious dwarf.

"I don't know what are you --" Edlothia stated, as she made her last struggle, "But I'd rather die in this pretty orcish dwarf's hands. But, tell me your name before I die with regret, okay?"

Edlothia soon fell into some martyl thoughts. No... I don't wanna die this young... But they say that I can come back to here in some Halls or something. Anyway, I love mummy, I love daddy, I love Lothriel, I love everyone especially that witty elf whose name I did not know. I love Mirkwood, I love my job, and hope they'll know that I died on my post...

Myla turned away, "You don't get the honor of knowing my name..". Myla felt it was true, she only ever told her name to those she fought and killed, but since this wasn't that type of mission, she was forced to let her stay alive so that she could spread the terror amongst her people.

As the Orc was a few feet away she ran towards him and jumped onto his warg. "Strigz Mab Rrug"(War's on its way). She smiled before continuing, "Agh Man Ajog Dautus, Vrasubatlat" (and on that day, I will kill you). She hit the warg and rode off with the Orc smiling the whole time and enjoying the look on the elf's face. She felt that the other would be happy with her journey today and would hopefully get another reward for doing so.

Edlothia breathed heavily, leaping forward as the girl went away. A pure horror overwhelmed her heart, the thing, the tension, the tautness the girl brought her, it freaked her out. Never before had something pulled the string of the merry elven maid's heart so tight, that she weren't able to breath. She was brave, she always was, but this...

Edlothia swallowed as her pale, grey eyes gazed onwards, towards the orcish squad that was riding away.

She looked downwards at her precious weapons, which were carelessly left on the ground. Edlothia squatted to pick them up unsteadily. She first retrieved the two daggers, and looked around suspiciously before rubbing them on the ground to cleanse the orc blood around the edges. She stood up and took a swing before putting them back into her scabbard. Edlothia decided to leave her spent arrows there, and she put her bow back on her back. There was a cramp in her muscles, and she took some tottery steps before went on the right track of walking. Edlothia headed towards the inside of the forest, before casting one more gaze to the farer region, as the orc army disappeared.

A question remained unanswered: What is she?

Edlothia trudged home, still muttering the words: "Sau---ron, Sau---ron... I have to alarm the others of today's incident."

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sorry for this... cannot produce anything natural after being brainwashed by Kill Bill and the Giver... I guess it's the ending then

Lol it's ok and yea pretty much. There wouldn't have been much more for Myla to do.