The Psychotic Elf (Continued)

[ColletteTook]

<< i sent ya a private message phoenix>>

"That stupid faery is ruining our plans." Collette muttered to Thengise, as they hurried to see how badly he was injured.
"She doesnt know how sick he is, and she is going to get herself killed."
"He's not sick" Thengise said back defensivley.
Collette raised an eyebrow at her, but made no comment. As she had worried, Amyn knew now that Calad was not normal, and that clued her about their journey.
Sighing, she left Calad to thengise, and abstracted a reel of bandage from her pack, and swept over the bloddied form that was Amyn.
Senounce growled in a dog-like manner, but Collette showed him the bandage pointedly to quiet him.
She softly wrapped the broken parts of wing (that still remained attatched) and wrapped her injuries, and scutteled away after Sorell and Kalia came by their friends side,so the faery would think they had cared for her.

[Phoenix Solitude]

Amyn had a faint sense of someone tending her wounds. She groaned and turned over, feeling Senouce nudge her. Amyn's wing was sore and her side was gashed and bleeding. She saw Sorell and Kalia beside her, and would have jumped for joy if it hadn't been that she could barely stand.
"Sorell! Kalia! oh my dear friends, how long I have waited to see you!" she whispered. Sorell leant forward and murmered back "Amyn, my dearest Amyn. I have missed you."

[The Fifth]

Calad watched the three faeries unite. They appeared to be good friends. Calad growled at that, but inside himself, he knew that he wanted friends such as that. He wondered if he even had any of these 'friends' at Mirkwood and if they missed him.

Once again, he made his way towards the three faeries, half-crawling, half-stumbling. Senouce growled at him, his broken horns glinting in the rising sun. Feeling sane, he reached out with a hand towards the dragon's head. The dragon snarled, then glared at the hand of his enemy. Amyn looked up at Calad, expecting him to do something crazy. But instead, he sung in the Elvish language, which only Thengise could understand:

White flowers in the sky,
clinging onto sky so high.
Leaves full of jewels,
the trees slowly lull.
Among the sky the gold moon rises
the golden moon is the wisest.
Sing O Golden Moon,
for evening ends to soon.
You are doomed to fall
when the morning birds call
and the Sun takes your place
with its bright yellow face.
So sing, my golden child,
o'er green fields wild,
before the sky grows light
and your power loses might.

[Thengise Greenleaf of Mirkwood]

Thengise looked in wonder at Calad. His voice was so pure and his face and eyes were lit with the inner light, which she had faintly seen in his eyes. She silently listened hoping this state would last. She looked around at the group who also seemed silenced by his voice. Thengise stepped forward as he finished his lovely song. "That was beautiful,"she said in elvish hoping he would understand.

[The Fifth]

Calad looked at Thengise. The light in his eyes flickered a moment, then glowed steadily for a while. The dragon cocked its head, listening, as he started another round of song.

The morning star rises in skies old
reflecting upon leaves like pearls of gold,
in the rising skies the fire shoots
and a flying owl hoots.
Under boughs of glowing trees
blows the morning breeze,
western winds bring the truth
avoiding the gaze of dragon's tooth.

Stars may wander
over other skies yonder,
but the morning goes on.
The golden moon is dead and gone
and the Sun is rising fast.
The Sun remembers the past
and all that goes between it,
for in the sky he shall sit.

Darkness falls
and light calls;
the Sun plays host
for the shining ghost
that once moved among the sky.
For past old is not to shun
the morning stars and the Sun.

In a name of hope
was lent an invisible rope
towards the light, towards the light,
of the star-dome in sight.
Above the leaves
the evening grieves,
for light has come.

Darkness falls
and light calls;
the Sun plays host
for the shining ghost
that once moved among the sky.
For past old is not to shun
the morning stars and the Sun.

He finished it now, and fell to the ground with a very soft thump and the splatter of mud onto the back of his ragged cloak. The light began to fade again, but came back in violent jerks as he glanced from Thengise to the scenery in front of him.

[Thengise Greenleaf of Mirkwood]

Thengise quietly listened to the remainder of his song. His voice was so clear and soft. She looked into his eyes as he finished his song. The whole group was still and quiet once more. Only the faint rustling of leaves could be heard as all eyes were on Calad. Thengise had a soft smile on her face as she stepped towards Calad. She pulled him up off the ground and gave him a light hug. "Very beautiful,truly,"she whispered in his ear before turning to the rest of the group. "We must continue our journey. We are only a few days from Rivendell, but we must be quick,"she said as she pulled Calad onto her horse

[ColletteTook]

Collette was happy to leave, and almost gingerly ran to her pony, when a heavy and annoying thought flashed through her mind. This faery, Amyn had seen Calad. Was it possible she may spread rumor of their trip? She came all this way to see her friends... possibly should they take her in kindness?
Collette shook herself mentally, the thought and sympathy rolling into an apathetic cough as she shrugged off her kindness, fading into cold oblivion once more.
"Can we leave now?" she asked impatiently.

<<kk reply while im chekin it>>

[ September 26, 2002: Message edited by: ColletteTook ]

[The Fifth]

Calad made a slight sound as he was pulled up and tugged towards the horse, slung onto its back. He scrambled up into a sitting position, just behind Thengise. The horse shifted its legs, stretching a bit for the journey ahead.

Looming in the distance was but the Misty Mountains. One must tread carefully through them; for goblins dwell far underneath, but the good news is that they seldom come out and attack, at least not without good reason. Beyond the mountains the Valley stretched out, and in the Valley was Rivendell.

The sun grew stronger now. It was morning-time, and the winds blew gently forth, making things flutter and flap in the breeze. The winds carried along a cold, fresh, hazy mist that hung slowly above them. The sky was a very pale blue, with a few clouds moving sluggishly about. The grass was a mix of green and yellow and in between, but it was all covered in dew. The horses and the pony bent their heads down to take a bite out of the pleasant-tasting grass.

Calad stared ahead. Is this the end? Is this it? he thought. He was a bit dissapointed in the least. For some reason he expected a long, drawn out, horrible journey. And so far, he thought more, it was. He failed to realize that not all of the quest he was unwillingly put into was not all that bad. He continued to think like that, but not saying anything towards the others.

[Halbereth Diagona]

Sorell was so tired he very nearly fell asleep on his horse. He didn't know why he was tired, but he was. Once, his eyes closed and he came close to rolling off the the horse, but just managed to shake himself awake. After that, he tried to look everywhere quickly, to stop himself becoming less alert.
His mind, usually crowded with thoughts, was strangely empty.
>uh, I'm [img]smilies/confused.gif[/img] very [img]smilies/confused.gif[/img] <

[ArwenBaggins]

Nayru watched as Sorell almost fall off his horse. She giggled a little and rode to him.

"Watch it Sorell! We're almost there. Look. Down into that valley. The Valley of Idmarillys. Just a little longer. Astril." She smiles sweetly at him and rides up to Thengise and Calad, with Kalia and Colette a little farther up.

Sorell follows and catches up, and they both sigh together as they stare at Rivendell below.

[ColletteTook]

Collette stared with wide eyes at the beautiful city. Thengise cried something in elvish, and a few guards came to her aid.
They began to group at Calad, but Thengise stopped them "You will be gentle sirs" she menaced.
Calad looked down at them in terror. "They are going to help you Calad" Collette sad hurriedly in the horror of preventing deaths.

[The Fifth]

The elf-guards halted at the words of Thengise, then nodded in understanding. Noticing Calad staring at their weapons, bows already notched with arrows, they put the arrows back into the quiver and dropped the bows.

Calad dismounted the horse, but pressed his back against the steed's side, trying to stay away from the guards. The three Rivendell elves looked at each other for a moment, asking silently if they had any idea on how to coerce Calad. "Come with us," spoke one guard, and swiftly, he managed to grab Calad's arm and drag him, screaming and thrashing about. The guard held on so firmly that the only way Calad could escape was by gnawing his own arm off.

Another guard bade Thengise, Collette, Sorrel, and the others to follow them across the Ford to the Last Homely House, leading the horses along with them as well, so that they may be stabled and sheltered and fed after their long journey. The companions could hear a faint nonsensical singing, as if the elves of Imladris were greeting them.

O come here you are weary,
elf, hobbit, and faerie,
come, come!
Ha! Ha! Ha!
O come here from mountains,
for they spray snowy fountains,
Tra-la-la!
Upon grey horses
you ride from strange courses
Fa-la-la!

The singing stopped as they arrived. In the trees were a few elves. The guards surrounded Calad, and the odd elf was quite confused with these merry folk about them. They were unchanged, even after the events of the War of the Ring, for it is wise of them to enjoy the time that they have left upon Middle-Earth.

The sun peeked over the Valley, over the mountains, and the land that rolled beyond. The Ford of Bruinen's waters shone clearly, glittering with the light. It was a fine afternoon, and it had taken them only a few hours to ride to Rivendell, without delay from the nasty creatures and evil things that hid underneath.

[Thengise Greenleaf of Mirkwood]

Thengise looked around in joy and wonderment. She listened to their song and smiled. It had been long since she had been surrounded with so many elves. The fair city lightened her heavy heart. She was led to the Last Homely House along with the others. They were greeted at the door by an unknown elf. "Come, my lord is waiting,"he said as he took them in. Thengise looked around quietly at the beautiful halls as she followed the elf before her. They finally reached the last chamber where she saw Lord Elrond sitting at the head of a table. The group was seated around the table as they silently watched the elven lord.

"Suilannon le, my lord,"Thengise said softly as she bowed her head. "We come to ask for your aid. One of the elves of Mirkwood was taken by the enemy, yet he was thankfully recovered. He remembers not who he is. And at times has some outbreaks, when thinking of the horrid things they did to him. I ask that you please bring him to his normal state of mind,"Thengise said softly as she finished. Lord Elrond listened intently to the news. He surveyed Thengise for a while before speaking......

[Phoenix Solitude]

Amyn leant further forward, hanging onto the ledge just above Elrond's head. She listened to Thengise talking and grinned.
"No-one gets rid of me that easily" she murmered. she had followed the group, keeping well out of sight, to here. Where they were going after this, she did not know.
Quite suddenly, Thengise looked upwards, almost directly at Amyn. Ducking quickly back to avoid being seen, Amyn lost her tight grip, and plunged three feet down, to land in a heap at Elrond's feet.
Elrond was extremly startled, but Thengise was not, knowing from experience that this was just the kind of dumb stunt Amyn might pull.
The bruised, but not badly hurt faery picked herself up, and, with as much dignity as she could muster, clambered back onto the roof and got on Senouce's back. She was going to see Sorell and Kalia properly, if she died doing so. She rode towards the servant's quarters and eavesdeopped for a while there.
Amyn picked up some info, then flew back. the group had gone inside and presumably to have some food. Brushing back her long red hair, Amyn dropped silently into the doorway, checking for guards. None. Good. She ran quickly and lightly along the passage, until she reached a free room. She had heard the servants.
"Where are the guest going to sleep?"
"If they stay, the corridor inside the entrance would be best. There's five free rooms there. The mad one is staying in a special room."
Amyn calculated. One room each for Kalia, Thengise, Collette and Sorell. Leaving one free room. She would take that one as her hide. She picked a random room and waltzed inside, locking the door. By burning the door slightly, then replacing it with ice, she was able to see through quite clearly. She just hoped no-one would notice. Placing a quick fog screen around the door, she could still see out, but no-one could see in. She frosted over the lock, making sure no-one could get in. She could easily fly through the window and eat outside.
Amyn settled down to watch and wait.

[The Fifth]

Calad jumped at the sight of Amyn. It is that idiotic thing again! thought Calad, and he screamed, "Get it off! Away!" until the guards clenched onto his waist so that he could not escape and cause trouble in Rivendell. The elf squirmed, panting, his hair getting in his eyes.

Elrond was startled as well at the faerie, but soon regained his stern composure. Looking at Thengise, then at Calad. He then spoke. "That can be done," he said, "but that does not mean he can be fully healed. The memories may be so painful that he will perish if he does not go to the West." He had his own memories, of his wife leaving for Valinor, from the sam cause: orcs. He said, "You shall be brought to your rooms." Then he paused. "The other will stay elsewhere."

After Elrond finished, the guards that held on to Calad walked out of the House and to a corridor. There were five rooms there, just as the guards that Amyn overheard said. The guards went into a room, seperate from the others. The group was led into their rooms as well. Each of them had a pleasant atmosphere, with the walls all white, the windows ornate and letting the sun shine brightly through, white beds in the corners.

[Thengise Greenleaf of Mirkwood]

Thengise changed into a finer attire after she was taken to her room. She sat on her bed brushing her hair as she thought of Lord Elrond's words. She hoped dearly that he would be cured well enough so that he would not have to leave and go into the west. She set down her brush and walked to the window in her night gown. A soft smile appeared on her face as she looked out into the fair city. It brought her back to Mirkwood as she gazed at the trees. She began to wonder where Amyn had gone off to. Thengise knew she was not far off. She turned towards the door and decided to pay Calad a visit.

She walked to the next door which was being guarded. "I wish to check on the elf,"she said softly. The two guards looked at each other for a while before slowly nodding and opening the door for her. Thengise heard the door being shut as she walked in. Calad was quietly sitting on the bed as he looked out the window. "Beautiful isn't it?"Thengise asked.

[The Fifth]

Calad turned his head around as soon as he saw Thengise walk in. He gazed upon her, nodding slowly. He too was clad differently, in all white clothing that went with the white walls and white bed. His hair contrasted with all of that. He then reclined tiredly upon the bed. As he was led into his room the guards had told him that a healer would be coming by as soon as possible. However, he could not tell the exact moment that the healer would be coming from listening, for elves make no sound when walking. He slouched forward, setting his arms upon his lap and staring at the white, marble ground.

There were a few brief, soft words coming from outside the door. The doors were swung upon by the guards, who seemed to be a bit bored, but they remained alert; Calad was unpredictable and could do the most unexpected things. Stepping into the room was the healer, they could tell. He was garbed in robes, and although a bit shorter than the guards, he still had a sense of gentle power. He strode towards Calad.

Calad froze at the sight of this stranger. What was he going to do to him? Instead, the healer stopped in front of Calad. He turned towards Thengise. "I am afraid that we must be left alone, m'lady," he explained. "One cannot concentrate with visitors about." Thengise did as he said, and walked out of the room. Turning back to Calad, he smiled softly. "Hello, I mean no harm. Do not shrink away like a cornered deer. My name is Taralquamegil, and what is yours, if you remember at all?"

The elf leapt off the bed, to the side of Taralquamegil. The healer turned again, waiting for an answer. Calad wanted to yell out, "I don't know! Go away!" but he just.. couldn't. The other elf standing in front of him didn't seem to want to budge. He soon grew angry, glaring at the new foe. Taralquamegil merely stared back, and asked, "Tell me. What happened to you? I do not want to hurt you, I merely want to help. Now tell."

Calad still did not answer, although he knew what it was. He backed off into the corner of the room, his brows furrowed in a combination of confusion, anger, and sadness. He did not tell, although he wanted. Something inside of him, like a constant, nagging voice of the orc he was dangerously close to being was telling him to do what it said. He was a slave of his own mind. The elf cried out, clenching his fists and hitting them against the walls. From outside, the guards could hear a faint noise, but they paid no heed to it.

Taralquamegil was now filled with concern, although he was still staring at him. He stepped back now; he did not want Calad to feel imprisoned, and he did not want to make any enemies. He pulled a chair out from the desk in the opposite corner, and sat upon it. He spoke, "Very well. I shall wait until you are willing to speak. It may take an Age, but you shall feel much better if you say at least one thing about yourself."

[ September 30, 2002: Message edited by: The Fifth ]

[Thengise Greenleaf of Mirkwood]

Thengise left the room as she was told. She walked back to her room and sat on her bed, as she strained her elven ears to hear what was going on in the next door. She heard pounding, but next came long silence. It seemed that Calad would not speak, but she couldn't blame him for not wanting to speak to an unknown elf. Thengise paced back in forth as she waited for the healer to come back out so that he may tell her what was happeneing. She could not take the waiting so decided to go out for a walk.

Outside the stars were shimmering in the night sky. They were very beautiful, the gifts of Varda. Thengise walked among the trees silently, yet she could not help, but think of what was going on in Calad's room...

[ColletteTook]

Collette collapsed upon her bed, heaving off her heavy pack and aimlessly throwing it to the floor.
She was dearly ready for a proper sleep, and the cushioned, feather-soft down of the mattress was already making her feel as though she could sink right through it into a dreamless oblivion, but the insomniac emerged from her partially-concious mind and kept her tossing and turning about, never able to be comfortable.
All she could think about was what to happen next....
She sighed wearily and rolled off the bed. It was too soft, and she was too used to sleeping on the hard ground, or beneath the trees, and the wood of the floor comforted her more than the soft matress, she turned over and dropped off to sleep.

[The Fifth]

Calad was very annoyed now. That crazy elf is going to sit there and wait and wait forever! he thought. They had been in the same position since the afternoon when they had arrived, and now, a few hours have swept by, and the sun was pushed under the horizon. The stars glimmered and twinkled in the dark sky and moonlight was cast into the room, making pale-blue shapes from the window on the floor and walls, hitting the elves' faces.

Finally, he could not take it anymore. He was just going to be standing here while he waited until they died! He let loose everything that had happened to him in a flurry of words. "Alright! Alright!" He cried, "You want me to tell?! I will tell!"

"It happened years ago... the elves of Mirkwood and I were summoned to the halls... the Necromancer was stirring in the South... my father, he wanted me to go, although I did not want to, for I was not among the most skilled, but I was sent anyway in battle. There were orcs and elves everywhere! Too many to count! Then they.. took me away with the blackness of the Dark Lord himself!

"We travelled for many miles, but I and another were dragged about like luggage! Then we came there, to that terrible land.. we were put in a tower.. they held us upon racks, tortured us, sent spikes through our bodies, broke our spirits.. and.. the Ringwraith! He was there too! One night we managed to escape... don't know how... we went seperate ways, until I was captured.. those guards were, couldn't help it! I killed them! I killed them all! Then I fled, and soon you horrible people found me and dragged me here!"

Now finished speaking, he fell to the floor, quivering. Taralquamegil had listened intently, managing to keep track of what the elf said. He spoke, in reply to all of this, "I see that your fate was much worse. But, what is it that makes us so 'horrible'?"

Calad was angered once more, but the elf was right; he felt a little better, not keeping it bottled up inside of him. But his inner orc smote him. Who does this person think he is? he thought. Quivering more, and stumbling towards him, he said, "You're horrible! That is all!"

[Thengise Greenleaf of Mirkwood]

Thengise was silently walking outside when she heard Calad's shouting from the room up ahead. The elf ran back into The Last Homely Home. She ran through the halls until she reached Calad's room. "Let me in!"she demanded as the guards held her back. The guards opened the doors and asked the healer for permission. "Yes, let her in,"Taralquamegil said softly. Thengise walked in slowly. "Do you think she's horrible?"he asked Calad softly as he gestured at Thengise.

[ArwenBaggins]

Nayru walked around outside with Sorell, gazing at the Stars. She wispered to him:
"I can't believe we made it all of this way. Idmarillys! We're here Sorell!" He looked at the ground and she put her hands around his waist.
"Astril Sorell. We will heal Calad and we can go somewhere. All of us. Even Calad. Stop worrying! I would like some sleep. If you need to see me, I am bunking with Collete. Seems the other bedroom door is jammed. Goodnight." She smile softly and let go of his waist. He replied with a smile, and she walked off.
* * *
When she reached the room, Collete was fast asleep on her bed. Nayru giggled and walked to her bed and put her stuff down.
She walked over to a small changing room, put on her pajamas, and put her silver hair in a tight bun. She then murmmered: "I hope that they can heal Calad so we can all live happily. Goodnight Everyone. Exspecially Sorell and Calad."
She rolls to face the open window, and the cool breeze rocks her to sleep.

[The Fifth]

Calad gazed at Thengise. He mumured, "No..." Then his inner orc smote him once more, and he shouted, "Yes! You are all horrible! Go away! I hate you!" He then fell to the ground with a thump, and he writhed around uncontrollably, like a worm that was about to be eaten, beating his fists upon the floor like an angry child until they bled. Both Thengise and Taralquamegil ran to aid him. Thengise grabbed his waist firmly, and Taralquamegil sat down upon the floor, grabbing Calad's arms and attempting to stop the motion.

Taralquamegil shook his head. "Ai.. we were making progress, as well. He had told me what had happened to him." He sung softly to Calad, a well-known song meant to soothe elf-children, and soon Calad calmed down a bit. He then spoke, repeating the question he asked earlier. "What is it that makes us so horrible?"

Calad looked up into the elf's sky-blue eyes. "You just are!" he said loudly. He then looked at Thengise, calming down again.

"We are not here to hurt you," Taralquamegil said once more. "You greatly desire our help, I can see that, and yet you don't at the same time. I am here to rid you of your terrible memories, if you would allow me to."
The healer looked at Thengise. "Do you know much about this elf? You have been around him longer to know. Did he tell you anything?" He questioned.

Thengise let go of Calad, but moved closer to him. Taralquamegil's hands moved up to Calad's neck. He sung once more, cradling the elf's head in his arms. "Perhaps our friend here would like a rest. It has been a long day, and it shall be a long night. I will continue this next morn." He stood up, letting go of Calad. "Good-night!" he said, and the healer strode out of the doors, before glancing at Calad as he left. This allowed Thengise and Calad to be alone, now.

Calad managed to stand up, shaking all over as if he were violently sick, and he fell tiredly onto the bed. So much had happened this night, and all the thoughts of what he did and what they did were swirling like a hurricane in his mind. He stared at Thengise.

[ October 02, 2002: Message edited by: The Fifth ]

[Thengise Greenleaf of Mirkwood]

Thengise looked at the healer as he walked out of the door. He had made progress at least in getting Calad to tell him what she did not yet know. She turned to look at Calad who was plopped on the bed, staring back up at her. She sat down on the bed, so that she was looking down at him. "I know you might not like that elf, but he is here to help you. Thank you, though for opening yourself up a bit. It will all help in the end,"she said softly as she looked into his eyes as the light flickered on and off in them. "You must find yourself,"she continued hoping to get the light in his eyes steady.

[The Fifth]

Calad listened to those words, but he was still furious. The light in his eyes disappeared entirely now. He had stopped fighting the orc within him, and as the light faded away, his eyes were cast into shadow. He beat his fists upon the bed, and soon they started to bleed again. Whirling around energetically, he lept off from the bed, snarling loudly and throwing at the walls whatever he could see, which was difficult, since he was shaking himself around so much and his hair was in his view. A few chairs smashed against the wall, making dents in it. He lept onto the wall, trying to kick it in. It only hurt him, and he fell backwards, his leg hurting painfully. Whipping and shaking his body about had loosened the fragile backbone, and it came loose, only adding to the pain. Thengise grew very afraid. Calad had reverted back into complete insanity. Finally, she cried out for the guards.

Hearing the calls and the loud crashing and splintering noises, the guards came running through the doors, armed with arrows. "Stand still, elf, or I shall send this arrow flying straight through your head!" The guard did not really mean it; he did not want to hurt his own kind. The second guard attempted to grab hold of Calad as he lifted up a small piece of furniture and threw it at the other guard who had threatened him with the arrow. The guard released the bowstring, sending the arrow through it and breaking it, only adding to the noise.

The guards now took out ropes, chains, and gags, and managed to grab a hold of Calad before he could send a tableleg crashing down on Thengise. One guard gagged Calad, ignoring the choking sounds and tying it tightly. The other guard tied Calad's hands firmly behind his back, tied up his legs, and then tore off his cloak and wrapped the cloak tightly around Calad's arms and waist to act as a straitjacket. Both Calad and the guards were covered in bruises and cuts, but the guards, having worn armor, had less damage.

One guard attatched the chains to one of Calad's already bound legs, and tied the other end of the chain to the leg of the bed, so that he could not move further. One guard, with green eyes, looked down with pity. Speaking to Calad, he said, "Sorry for chaining you up like this, but you are much too dangerous." The guards strode out, more vigilant now, and assumed the positions they had before.

[ October 02, 2002: Message edited by: The Fifth ]

[ColletteTook]

Collette shivered in bitterness as she slipped a green cardigan over her nightdress and pattered quickly down the hall towards the sudden uproar.
A proper sleep? what such thing is this, i have never known..she cursed in her thoughts,and rushed through the open door, where Calad wriggled in his gags, and Thengise sat, wincing and feeling her muscles that had been crusehd by the peice of blunt wood.
"What happened?!" she excalimed, surveying the room in an array of tatters, those bound and bleeding. Before anyone could speak, Taraquamegil said softly "It would be best if you went back to your quarters"
Thengise looked up quietly.
"Hey!" collette said dangerously. "These are my friends! im not going ANYWHERE until i know what is happening!" she menaced. It seemed the healer sat and mused at her for a moment and replied "Your friends will be fine" he reassured her. He called a gaurd to him. "Please take mistress Took back to her quarters."
Collette mouthed wordlessly under her breath, but let herself be taken away.

[suicidal elf chick]

>Hi everyone! I'm finally back... So happy! I've saved the pages you gus wrote w/o me and I'm gonna read them as soon as I get home from school, and then I'm gonna reply as soon as I can go online again! Sorry I was gone so long! *hugs them all* I'm happy I'm back... Are you?<

[Thengise Greenleaf of Mirkwood]

<<Welcome back SEC! You have been greatly missed. A lot has happened since you left>>

Thengise watched silently as they pulled Collette out of the room. She turned to look at Calad, but could see nothing but hate in his eyes. She quickly turned to look out the window as she held back tears. She could not take it. It saddened her to see him in such a state. All tied up and bound. She began to sing an elven song as she looked out the window. It was of the stars, which she had noticed were much to his liking as to hers. As she continued to sing she stuck her hand forward and began to stroke his hair. Calad winced with both fear and anger. Yet her song was calming him down a bit.

[ October 02, 2002: Message edited by: Thengise Greenleaf of Mirkwood ]

[The Fifth]

((Yes, welcome back suicidal elf chick! It has been slightly dull without you, and I thought that you had abandoned the RPG at first.. but anyway, welcome back!))

Calad lay, unable to move anything, not even his fingers. Slowly, he regained his temporary sanity upon hearing the song of Thengise. The light flickered constantly, and there was a sad look in his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but then the fabric wrapped tightly around it stopped him from doing so. Now calm, he felt all of the cuts and bruises and injuries stinging dully, and his empty stomach aching. Managing to lift his head, he looked at Thengise and watched her sing.

The waxing moon was a golden half-circle in the lightening sky. It was almost morning, and Calad was exhausted. He half-closed his eyes, although he did not appear to be sleeping, and was wide alert, real life was mingled with elven dreams - but some were orkish.

((Oh, and by the way, Collette, the healer had left long ago and will be back in the morning.))

[suicidal elf chick]

>Thanks, Fifth! And now I shall try to piece together a somewhat relevant post. [img]smilies/rolleyes.gif[/img] <

Kalia ran to the room where Calad had been tied in, too late to see anything. She turned to Thengise.
"What happened here?" she demanded, looking at the trashed room as Thengise explained. She sighed and looked sadly at Calad. "Please, Calad, we're trying to help you. Tomorrow, please cooperate with the doctor. I promise that if they hurt you, they will have heck to pay."

>I wanted to use the real word, but I didn't wanna get in trouble. Is that good?<

[The Fifth]

Calad looked up, recognizing the voice, and glared at the faerie. He gazed dreamily at the window, watching the sun rise and the stars fade away. It was now early morning, and a few birds twittered gaily in their perches. He could also hear singing voices, and squirmed about uncomfortably in his heavy chains and ropes. Soon Kalia and Thengise left, Thengise leaving last. More voices could be heard at the door, and soon Taralquamegil walked in again.

The healer surveyed the room, also noting how Calad was tied up. Before entering, the guards had told him of what had happened that night, and that made Taralquamegil more determined to heal him. He drifted over and sat next to Calad on the bed. Calad looked up angrily at him. Taralquamegil spoke, breaking the silence. "Good-morn, my friend." He continued. "The guards had told me of the incident last night. Why did you do that?" Knowing that Calad could not speak with the gag on, he reached towards Calad's head, carefully ungagging him.

Calad said nothing, and licked his lips, glad that the gag was off. Taralquamegil said, "Silence? Is that it?"

[ October 03, 2002: Message edited by: The Fifth ]

[ColletteTook]

<<o my gawd i cant believe i did that. im sorry i will edit it and make it erm...relavant>>

Collette slept until the late afternoon. She awoke and wandered down the hall in the the dining banquet where she was harrassed by elves holding many types of food in their hands.
She grabbed from their plates as much as she could hold in her coat pockets and hands and scurried away.
Sauntering outside, she was really wandering the halls of time, lamenting the beginnings of this quest, worrying about what was to come, and what of their future? Where would Calad go once he remembered who he was? Marry Thengise mayhaps, she thought smiling. Or what if he was already married? If he already had a family of his own that may be hoping in misereble vain for his return?
Thengise of course, would return to Mirkwood and spend time with her father once more...The faeries would go on doing whatever faeries do...And she herself was destined to Bree to live in some Inn; IF you had the money (which she didnt)
She blinked up and reallized she had eaten all of her food. Frowning and muttering she walked back inside to get more.

[suicidal elf chick]

Kalia walked smack into Collette, not seeing her. She had been thinking of Calad, and why he was so resistant to Taralquamegil. SHe looked down at Collette, who was frowning, and quizzically studied her.

"What seems to be the problem, Collette," she asked, forcing a smile on her face.

[ColletteTook]

Homesickness was paining Collette like a dagger through her chest. What a cruel fate it was to never be allowed to see her loved ones ever again.
She had never told them the reason why exactly she had been driven from there, ahigh-priced death warrant on her hide. She had barely escaped...
She shook ehrself mentally. That was not to interfere with her job. "Im fine" she said with a short smile. "How is Calad?"
"I dont know yet..."she said pensivley.

[The Fifth]

Taralquamegil looked a bit dissapointed now, and perhaps a little frustrated. Calad sat there on the bed, all bound up and tied so tightly that you could see just a few flecks of copper-red blood appearing through his white clothing onto the flaxen ropes. The light blue woolen cloak absorbed some of it. The healer stood up, and strode towards the other elf. He sat down next to him on the bed. "I shall have a mature conversation with you, then," he sighed. It sounded slightly fake. "Perhaps then you will be so bored that you will have to explain." He said the last part jokingly, but Calad glowered at him, not really getting the jest.

The sun flowed steadily into the room like a river of light. Anor, the fruit of Laurelin, shone in front of the window. However, Calad and Taralquamegil were in a shady part of the room which the Sun did not reach. The elves gave off a glow of their own, so it did not seem as dark. Taralquamegil's azure eyes were filled with patience, the opposite of Calad's treebark-colored eyes that were fierce and impatient, but the psychotic elf sat still. The healer spoke again in attempt to start conversation. "You had told me all about your life, and it is terrible indeed. But you should not let it ruin your whole life. It was very frightening, I am sure of that, but you must not dwell in the past. The world is changing, and not a single elf likes it, but they must get used to it; you must get used to the present, and perhaps look towards the future. Do you understand? Are you listening?"

Calad slowly nodded. He really was listening, this time, but he was distracted by the tight ropes. The healer spoke once more, noticing the elf squirming and making small sounds of displeasure. "Your ropes look very discomforting. If you promise not to go mad again, I shall unbound you." Calad nodded once, bobbing his head up and down. Taralquamegil reached towards him with a slender hand, pulling the cloak off, untying the ropes, and casting them into a careless pile in the opposite corner. However, the chains would be removed later, for only the guards had the keys. The healer would ask them to remove it once he left.

[ October 07, 2002: Message edited by: The Fifth ]

[Halbereth Diagona]

Sorell lay on his bed, remembering Nayru. He suddenly recalled how she had said that the door was stuck in one room. He got up and padded, barefooted, to the door opposite.
Sorell turned the handle and pushed. It opened. Kalia's room, obviously. The next room was open, and the next. He went to the other side- his room, and one other. Slowly reaching out a hand, he placed it on the handle, and turned. It was stuck.
Sorell lit up his palm with fire and shot a ball at the frosty window. It melted.
Inside, Amyn scowled and leapt for the window on the other side of the room. She hadn't thought of that, dan it.

[suicidal elf chick]

KAlia walked slowly towards her room, thinking. Ever since they had arrived at Imladris, everyone had gotten moody. She looked up as she realized her door was open and closed it, deciding to go talk to Sorrell. She had no idea where Amyn or Nayru were, after all, so might as well talk to him. She knocked on the door and stuck her head into his room, hearing and seeing nothing. She shrugged, withdrew her head from the doorway, and turned. As she walked back to her own room, her eyes caught on the door Sorrell had burned open, and her curiousity got the better of her. She crept over to the door and listened for any sounds. Satisfied that she couldn't hear anything, she snuck in and looked around.

[Halbereth Diagona]

Hearing Kalia enter, Sorell whirled around, wincing from some injuries which still had not healed. He approached Kalia slowly.
"Nayru isn't here." he whispered.
"So what?" asked Kalia, puzzled.
"So Amyn was here. And she's gone." Sorell continued, his silver eyes feeling like they were burning into Kalia's own. She stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"You're not making sense." she frowned. Sorell lifted his head to the ceiling and smiled, his eyes now closed. He resumed his staring position.
"So Amyn is out there" he waved a hand at the windows "in full view of the guards!"
Kalia gasped and ran to the window.

[suicidal elf chick]

>Hey yeah, where is Nayru? I don't remember her leaving... Or maybe I'm just delusional.<

Kalia ran to the winodw, searching for signs of Amyn in the sky.
"What is she doing? She knows, or should know, not to fly out in plain daylight! Many people don't believe in faeries and would shoot them down! Look at me," she said, pointing to her arm and leg where she had been hit so long ago. "I didn't get so warm a welcome."
Sighing, Kalia turned and faced Sorell. She walked over to him and placed her hand on his shoulder once again.
"I think it's best to go look for her. Want to come? You don't have to, you should rest. But you can come. If you want, that is."

[Halbereth Diagona]

Sorell nodded, wincing again, but trying to hide it. He strode towards the window and dived out, followed seconds later by Kalia. They swooped over Rivendell, looking high and low. Finally, they spotted, down in a rocky valley, a dancing spot of flame- Amyn and a warning beacon. Sorell pinned his arms to his sides and with Kalia by his side, they rocketed down to their friend.
>Hey, Idea! We could get captured by these dudes in the valley who don't know bout faeries and want to i dunno, test us or summat?<