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Sahrien
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Date Posted: 03:22:25 07/29/02 Mon
Sahrien stood next to her sister in the throne room, her mouth slightly open in disbelief. Though she had known that a threat was growing somewhere near to them, she could never have guessed that it was Sauron himself. A thousand thoughts rushed through her mind at once. Primarily, how could this possibly happen? Had not the Fellowship done it's duty and vanquished this foe many years before? Preoccupied by her thoughts, Sahrien barely heard Laeriel lean into her and whisper in her ear, "We must talk to Elessar, now."
Sahrien nodded her head, and whispered back, "I'll go and fetch Arracus and Derrion, you and Rhylin go to him without me if I am not back soon." She knew not where her brothers were, only that without them she was half of what she would be with them. Though they can stand alone, the four faeries were stronger together. She pulled her cloak around her, covering her black curls with the hood, and set off to find her brothers.
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She had been searching for at least an hour, and her brothers were nowhere to be found. She was near the woodline, thinking perhaps they were in the forest on a beautiful night like this. Cold, but beautiful. The chill of the night seemed to whisper in her ears and tickle the hairs on the back of her neck. "Winter's coming," it said in it's sing-song voice, "Time to rest, time to sleep, the animals sleep in winter. The trees sleep too, why do you not prepare for sleep?"
Sahrien pulled her cloak close around her, "I do not sleep," she said, mostly to herself, "Because I prepare for war." She turned her emerald eyes upward, to look at the stars. They had given her foremothers guidance, she asked them for guidance now. She let her soul become lost amongst the twinkling diamonds in the sky. She asked mother earth to help her and her people in their time of need. A few crystal tears ran down her frostbitten cheeks. She shivered, the night was getting colder. She turned to go in when she heard yelling a little farther into the woodline. Immediately she crouched down, slinking catlike through the trees and undergrowth. As she got closer, she began to understand some of the conversation, she recognized one of the voices as the elf, Lómódë, and another male voice speaking to her. She thought perhaps it was Legolas, but she soon realised it was a voice she had never heard before. She crept closer and closer. Slowly, she was able to see the two figures before her.
“You think after 5000 years you can show up and dictate how I should live my life?”
“I’m not!”
“Understand this Aralias, you are the last person who could ever induce me to do anything against my will.”
“Fae I…”
“And as for Legolas if you even knew anything about him what you’ve just said would only be appalling. As it is…”
There was nothing he could think of to say.
“To think I even believed you’d changed.” She was crying again, the tears falling thick and fast. “How could I have been so stupid? You’ll never change I know that now. You’re still the same arrogant, irritating, condescending pig you’ve always been.”
She stepped up close as the palm of her hand smacked against his cheek. He reached up to touch the inflamed skin and opened his mouth to utter a blistering retort. But nothing came.
“I hate you,” the words came from her, soft but full of passionate rage.
“You can’t,” he breathed.
“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t feel Aralias. You don’t have any idea.” She leapt into Carenina’s saddle and kicked her horse into a run.
Lia tried to follow her but his feet wouldn’t move. Looking down he saw that the plants around his feet had grown thin tendrils, which were wrapping themselves deliberately around his lower legs.
“Faeirex!” he screamed desperately into the darkening night.
Sahrien was confused and suprised. She had never seen Lómódë act so. If that was her name, Aralias seemed to call her by another name, Faeirex. She shook her head slightly, none of this was making any sense. Who was this new character in the everlasting drama of Minas Tirith? Aralias was his name, it sounded familiar, somehow. So did Faeirex. She'd have to go back to find Laeriel immediately, she was probably already speaking with Elessar by now, it had been at least an hour since she left. Sahrien turned to leave, but she stopped. The forest was quiet, too quiet. Aralias wasn't making a sound, she let out a sigh- he had spotted her. She knew at once that he had to be an elf, no mortal man has ears and eyes sharp enough to spot a Faery in a darkened forest. She turned to face him, pulling her hood off of her head. It was as she had thought, his icy blue eyes were fixed on her. She swallowed hard, he was not in any mood to be bothered. Sahrien could only wonder if her Faerien charm could get her out of this mess, it was something all she-Faeries posessed. It could draw mortal men away from their homes and families, and force them to live in the forest, never to return to life outside again. But against an enranged Elf? She turned to face him squarely, taking a deep breath to make herself feel stronger. Her lower lip quivered nervously as she shakily exhaled, "Well," she said, her musical voice cracking a little with fear, "You've caught me."
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