Right at that moment, as they stared back at each other, Ellaine knew that she was and preferred to call herself Inwë.
She heard loud grunts of men, clash of swords, explosion of spells, and shouts of pain. The war was she against the Dark Child, the Lenriad troops against the poisonous Noimstre and the Leprechauns, and Margarette with the dragons against Murdathes—a pretty tight match.
Inwë guarded her thoughts and closed her mind. She prevented too much of eye movement. That way, Ánië won’t be able to read her thoughts.
At the same time, she did all ways possible to read her opponent’s next move. Her psyche travelled out of her conscience and into Ánië’s mind. Several times, she was effectively blocked. But in the end..
Right.
She quickly grabbed a sword from the ground and deflected Ánië’s attack to her right.
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Margarette’s interment was attended by all her friends and acquaintances since she was old enough to speak. There were many testaments as to her habits, logic, kindness and principles. There were familiar faces like Feucher, Inwë’s father, and the dragons. All the while, Inwë was grieving. Yes, she knew the truth about her family but why did she have to loose one of them? “That’s alright, child.” Her father Albert said. She found his and Estelel’s voice locked up in a box in Ánië’s tower. It was calling to her and released their voices. Every elf in Skeifaiah has a tree of his/her own there. In time, they will be burie
The alleys were dark and strangely quiet.Ellaine found it hard to figure out her location as she was unfamiliar to the place. The old town looked like it just came from one of those fairytales she so often read about when she was still a child. Yet the atmosphere was intriguing. Street lamps were out, no sign of stray cats and dogs, not a soul to be seen or heard everywhere, and every house on every block were closed as if there were.. deserted. As if the whole town was deserted, if truth be told. “Talking about being alone,” Ellaine said to herself. She had been strolling along the empty streets for quite some time now and eventually, she had completely concluded that she would see no ounce of life even if she turned the whole place up and down.“So now
“Ellaine my dear, do you know what day it is?” Aunt Caroline asked her niece as she flipped sunny-side-up eggs onto the white platter. “It’s Sunday.” Ellaine answered in an unconcerned manner as she helped set the utensils on the table for breakfast. The first let out a chuckle, “Well, naturally! But today’s your birthday, you know.” “I know. So?" The normakity of her everyday just bored Ellaine. She wanted something new. She just wished she could get away from Aunt Caroline and that hiuse that kept her inside. “So?” Aunt Caroline imitated her as she moved away from the stove and to the table, “What do you want to do? Eat out or d
Because Ellaine was running so fast, she didn’t know what went on between the people she left. She really regretted that she even had the idea of leaving the house. She was just so grateful that she could finally go home and rest in bed. Meanwhile just in front of the shop she left, Margarette unabashedly stared at the arrogant man standing proudly in front of her. “You really had the guts to wear that kind of thing here. Only a dumb person can’t see that you are fully armored!” She said in disgust. “That girl didn’t.” He even laid a hand and polished the glinting string of Jades surrounding the neck of his emerald armor. “Oh please, Finrod. Don’t give me that. And don’t bark at every single creature
“Good morning,” Margarette greeted Finrod who had just come out of the guest room. “Want some coffee?”“And what kind of human thing is that?” He said with disgust.“It’s a drink which is usually drunk by usual people on a usual day such as this. Here.” She handed him her personally brewed coffee. “And what happened to your face? You have dark circles below your eyes all of a sudden.”“You don’t have business with my face.” Finrod had spent the whole night tossing left and right on the bed. For several hours he stared at the window, waiting for something peculiar to happen. He fervently wanted to get the damn piece quickly before someone else did. On top of that, he badly wanted to get back to Lenriad.Only the Fates knew how much suffering he had to go through just to locate Margarette’s quarters. He had gone through different routes leading to different countries and yet the witch was just so elusive. Fortunately, he finally found her.“Ahem.” The sur
Ellaine stared at Margarette’s fading profile as she did to Finrod. Inside her head she had a battle to herself.A part of her wanted so badly to go after her box even if she had to go through that ‘portal’ she heard. But a part of her wanted to stay at home. She could get a new box anyway and she didn’t want to see that dreadful monster again.She knew it was clearly impossible but her eyes couldn’t have deceived her all the while. She’d go insane that way.“Enough adventures for one day.” She marched to the house feeling just a little bit regretful.Both the box and the necklace came from her real mother so it had same sentimental value. But now the box was gone, “Alright! I have to get that box so I can have my peace.”But what did the monster really wanted with her possessions? Is the box really too important for the monster to chase her all the way to Biñan? She ran as fast as
“Ouch! One more unnecessary movement and I’ll throw you out!” Finrod threatened, his eyes narrowed at Ellaine. “Huh! Can’t you just even thank me for helping you?” She could’ve hit him if not for the long, bloody wound across his chest. “Hey, both of you, can’t you stop bickering?” Margarette said. Fortunately, an empty stagecoach stopped by and carried them when they got out of the forest. The coachman, a bony gentleman (precisely, a skeleton) held the reins of four ghost horses.Margarette said they are called couriers. They always appear when someone is in the brink of death. Sometimes they help injured creatures reach the nearest infirmary but sometimes they deliver them to their end.&
Everything was pitched black when Feucher and Ellaine arrived at their destination. He pulled the reins and climbed down the horse. He helped her get down and let the horse graze at the nearest grasses. “Here we are lass.” He motioned for the dark, creepy forest in front of them. She could feel thousands of eyes all around her. Not far away, she could hear laughter and whispers. The cool breeze teased her skin and awoke fear in her. “Don’t you think I need something bright? Say, lamp, torch, or whatever you use in this world?” “Oh no, no. surely you ain’t thinking about bringing a torch with you there child, yes?” He moved closer to her ear. “They can hear you. It will surely anger them once you