[Everdawn]

“Ceros, I think we should stay in groups, no-one should be on their own” said Taurëwen. A very good idea thought The Younger to herself.


Arië could not begin to believe what she was hearing. Reyn, she thought to be of decent nature, but so was Glibereth. Being young was no so much of a binding, Arië too knew how that felt. People thought you naïve at times, her father showed her that often. Her mother had always come around for her, and for that she was thankful.

Still, being young was no excuse for Reyn to put Gilbereth down, he had other assets as well, for instance, in court he dressed better than any of the other elves by far, and (she supposed) was good with his sword, or Ceros would not let him come along.

It was Ihwesta who stood up for him, and in good time to. Ihwesta was always like that, taking some under her wing, she had done so with Arië, and taught her most she knew about tracking. Glibereth was to join Ihwesta and herself.

A way along the woods, Ihwesta crouched low to the ground. Arië stood with her bow by her side. Ihwesta was still crouched low before shooting up and culling an orc. I had not heard that coming. thought the elf wide eyed.

But she had heard something else. A giant spider emerged from the undergrowth. Arië edged back from the emerging figure. It was the orcs the spiders were after. And after Ceros gave the order to seek out, Arië followed Ihwesta and set herself beside a large tree, seeing two orcs runing away about thirty yards in front of the spiders she aimed two arrows at them, and they fell dead to the ground not a second later.

It was then brought to her attention that, Airelómë was coming towards them. Arië had no idea of where Glibereth was, but she supopsed he was allright as he had afterall been told to follow them. Both tracker elves tried in vein to subdue him, but ot no use, he hit Ihwesta across the face who subsiquently fell to the ground. Arië was caught in surprise, it was not knew to the elves that Arië was not as strong as the others, Arië was only so strong, and it was no use in trying to detain Airelómë with his superior strength, and he found it rather easy to tear from her grasp.

“He’s gone mad!” said Arië in terrified awe. “Come on Ihw—ooh—are you alright?” she said, seeing the welt across her face. That was going to leave a mark for a while. Ihwesta nodded and Arië was off in search of him again. What came next was no sight that Arië wished to see again, though she doubted it greatly that she would be granted her wish.

Arië had perched herself into a tree above him in time to see him killed. She had fitted two arrows to her bowstring. Foul creatures! how dare they set foot into our wood.the anger drove her. She shot the spider, arterial spray from their elf friends body reached her tunic, and Ihwesta had gone in under. She could not see what Ihwesta was up to.


“They do travel in packs,” said Arië somberly, leaping down from her place. It was a thought that had played on her mind also. “We have to hurry!” said Ihwesta.
“But Aireló—” began the Younger. Ihwesta paused then turned, shaking her head slowly.
“We can’t touch him Arië. It’s safest. I’m sorry.” Arië couldnt believe this either. But try as she might, she too knew that touching him was dangerous. Together they tried to find their companions, tears welling in Arië's eyes.


Telling Ceros was the worst part, it felt to Arië at least that she had failed him in some way, and she did not wish to loose the respect of Ceros. The company made their way back to camp, and Arië sat alone shivering, not from any cold but from the shock of seeing an elf die. An immortal who will never see the lands...