[Everdawn]

The quietness of the night was interrupted by the yelling of wild men coming into their camp. Énien lay still in her swag. She could see well the man coming out of the side about to stab her slender body in its sleep.

Énien took her arm out and stabbed the man in the shin. She always slept with the daggar given to her by Elrohir, son of Elrond. The man screamed out in pain. Énien casually got out of her swag and stood before the man. "Who sent you!" she yelled at him, but he refused to answer. The man was down on the side of his stomach.

"Who sent you!" she yelled again, and still he did not answer. Énien kicked him hard in the stomach. He lurched for her leg. Overcome with anger Énien brought the daggar down on the back of the mans neck. He was dead.

Still with the yelling around her. She casually looked up in the sky. The star was out again. "Tiro! Êl eria e môr" she yelled to the others. "A star, It is returned, bring again foes!" This time Énien was caught off guard as one man jumped at her from behind holding a knife to her throat. "Where is Rangar?" he said.
"I know not of who you speak!" she said in a disgusted tone.

She kicked the man in the shin, but she was too slow, the man managed to slash her across her fair face. A large cut now ran from her foehead down over her eye. She was stunned. Blood. She felt sick to her stomach. It was her blood. She took her daggar from the ground and stabbed at the second man again and again.

Blood was falling over her face. "What now!" she yelled at the rest of the party.