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Anarya SilverBranch · 03-22-2002, 09:04 PM

Anarya felt stuffy and hot in her workshop. The usual generally mild afternoon, had turned hot, and the sun seemed set on making the air stifling with its hazy vapor. Irritating warmth seemed to radiate from every direction in her shop, and the burning oven did not help. Taking off her apron and discarding it by the front door, she sped off for the cooler glades that existed about the eaves of Mirkwood.

Being just about two hundred and fifty years old, she could not remember what the forest used to be like, when it was called Greenwood. Her Grandfather had told her many tales of it, but it never seemed real to her. The dark foreboding places of the forest seemed almost as natural to her as the light ones, green with ivy and spring leaves.

As she walked, the suffocating heat seemed to lift from her person and now she welcomed a warm swift breeze that rustled through the trees and brushed her honey colored hair from her face, yet something seemed odd. There was something irregular in the wood, an intruder. She passed it off as unsettled remnants of the men of the east from earlier that week, but it did not feel like a mortal trespasser, it was too soft and subtle.

She then heard the light sound of a stick breaking under step and stopped. She looked about frantically for shelter and found it in the branches of an old birch. Quickly ascending the tree and climbing into a neighboring one, she found the intruder she had been sensing. A dark elf sat under a tree, only a few feet away from the one she stood perched in, inspecting the end of an arrow. He was not of Mirkwood, she was sure of that. She leaned closer over the edge of the branch. In his hands he held a red-feathered arrow, one of her red feather arrows! Surprise leapt up from her stomach and she accidentally lost her balance. She felt herself fall, suspended in air, then to the ground. As she landed, her head hit a large protruding root from the ground causing blackness to flood into her eyesight, and she was out~

[ March 24, 2002: Message edited by: Anarya SilverBranch ]

03-22-2002, 09:04 PM	#13
Anarya SilverBranch Wight Join Date: Feb 2002 Location: In maiden meditation, fancy free. Posts: 245	Anarya felt stuffy and hot in her workshop. The usual generally mild afternoon, had turned hot, and the sun seemed set on making the air stifling with its hazy vapor. Irritating warmth seemed to radiate from every direction in her shop, and the burning oven did not help. Taking off her apron and discarding it by the front door, she sped off for the cooler glades that existed about the eaves of Mirkwood. Being just about two hundred and fifty years old, she could not remember what the forest used to be like, when it was called Greenwood. Her Grandfather had told her many tales of it, but it never seemed real to her. The dark foreboding places of the forest seemed almost as natural to her as the light ones, green with ivy and spring leaves. As she walked, the suffocating heat seemed to lift from her person and now she welcomed a warm swift breeze that rustled through the trees and brushed her honey colored hair from her face, yet something seemed odd. There was something irregular in the wood, an intruder. She passed it off as unsettled remnants of the men of the east from earlier that week, but it did not feel like a mortal trespasser, it was too soft and subtle. She then heard the light sound of a stick breaking under step and stopped. She looked about frantically for shelter and found it in the branches of an old birch. Quickly ascending the tree and climbing into a neighboring one, she found the intruder she had been sensing. A dark elf sat under a tree, only a few feet away from the one she stood perched in, inspecting the end of an arrow. He was not of Mirkwood, she was sure of that. She leaned closer over the edge of the branch. In his hands he held a red-feathered arrow, one of her red feather arrows! Surprise leapt up from her stomach and she accidentally lost her balance. She felt herself fall, suspended in air, then to the ground. As she landed, her head hit a large protruding root from the ground causing blackness to flood into her eyesight, and she was out~ [ March 24, 2002: Message edited by: Anarya SilverBranch ] __________________ Snow white! Snow White! O' Lady Clear! O' Queen Beyond the Western Seas! O' light to us that wander here amid the world of woven trees!