[Everdawn]

The day was different, and the wind whispered quietly to Énien, tidings of an enemy. I knew I was right, And now I am ready. she said to herself, feeling the daggar she held at her side and Aerin's sword which she had kept after the burial.

Now coming was a small group of Haradrim, two were at the front. She placed Aerin's sword on the ground. "Halt!" Énien cried. He did not answer. Not only do the Haradrim lack friendship, they also lack manners. "Who are you?" she asked again. This time, a a few of the company stopped.

"Somebody who wants to kill you," the man answered and lunged at Énien, who dodged the blow, missing her arm by millimetres, Rangar had met it. From the ground, the elf looked up at Rangar standing just in front of her. And now, you have saved my life.she thought. The look on his face, however was different, one of immence pain, who then dropped his sword and went to hug the man.

Énien saw who it was. She let out an alarmed gasp. "but youre dead!, but dear gods youre alive!" were her eyes decieving her? had Turthôl really returned? She got up form the ground.

Something on Turthôl's eyes made Énien stop fast as Rangar told them to leave. Rangar glanced at her, his eyes were pleading. You will be no Matyr for us Rangar. she spoke to herself. "Are you should you're ok?" she said to Rangar, as a cold but familliar voice echoed. "No, he's far from ok."

Baroden. Énien spun around to see the man and many other Haradrim. Baroden, so you have come back for more, I see, you missed impaling on my arrow the first time, and then jumped overboard the second, but now, you will die, Rangar will kill you. she said defiantly as Turthôl left Rangar and directed his scimitar on her. Why did I not draw my weapons when i could? was her first thought. "Take care of the elf." Baroden said coldly.

"Enien, go help the others!" She nodded, but Turthôl would not let her leave. She listened to what Baroden had to say to Rangar, as she was being backed up... "I told him the truth." said Baroden. Énien frowned. "What is he talking about Rangar?" she asked, but was cut off by the scimitar which was pointed at her chest.

Énien raised her hands, showing she had no weapons in hand. "You dare raise weaponary to a lady?" she smirked, to save face.

"Not to a lady, elf, but to a murderer." he answered. This hit a nerve. "You have no idea." she spat at him, and reminded herself of who this was. "And have you betrayed us Turthôl?" she knew he had not, becuase he would have recognised them, at least Rangar and possibly Wren.

"Of course you havent. But you dont remember us do you?" There was looks of confusion on his face. "No she-elf I dont." he growled. This was getting dangerous. As swift as Énien was, and smart with her weapons, Turthôl well than made up for with brute strength, she knew she may be in trouble. She shook her head. "Dont make me do this..." still he came foward. She had no other choice, she must defend herself.
"If a fight is what you want, a fight my dear, is what you will get!"

Faster than anyone else could ever have done it. Énien whipped out her daggar and a small knife, and helf them facing Turthôl. He was indeed surprised. "You know what this elf is capable of. If you could remember." he lunged at her. Striking her weapons. "You will die elf, make no mistake!" he raised his face to hers. "Do you really think that after 1891 years on this earth, I will alow myself to be killed by the man i saw grow? You are sadly mistaken." She pushed back, though Turthôl was not knocked off balance.


"You have gotten quicker" she said to him as he met his scimitar again and kicked him in the stomach. But he ccame back with a series of blows which were too strong for the elf. She was knocked to the ground and Turthôl stabbed her straight through her right shoulder. Énien cried out in the seething pain. She looked at her shoulder, blood was filling out from her tunic, the elf felt a little dizzy. She looked Turthôl in the eye and smiled evily, "Now you have your chance, finnish me you coward!" Turthôl looked at her and held back from the final blow. He looked confused and for a moment she saw something in his eyes which said he felt he had known her before.