FORBIDDEN - Nainië i indo

[Lorien]

(I have no idea whether this post is right or wrong so if any changes need be made tell me)

Veadarion screamed in rage and frusturation at Terendul's action of spiriting away Nuredhel. He seemed to grow taller and his countenance grew dark as he drew his sword and screaming a fell cry broke upon the ranks of orcs like water on a rocky shore. But the number and strength of the army from Angband was too much to bear and slowly as if in a daze Veadarion watched as people fell to the left and right of him. Suddenly from the corner of his eye he espied Nole's body still lying on the ground and perceiving him to be alive rushed over while slashing at orcs. He hoisted Nole's body over his shoulder and made a hasty retreat to safety. Veadarion did not know how long or how far he ran but when he looked back he could see no one and realised the orcs must have refrained from chasing the retreating elves. He gently laid Nole down on the ground and checked his body for injury. While checking Nole he shook his head at the amount of blood flowing and tearing his tunic wrapped the wounds muttering, "I don't have any salve this will have to do till I can get him some better medicine." As he was talking to himself and tending to Nole's wounds he began to wonder about the others in the battle, about Elenillor, about Thelagruin and about Earwen. Then he heard a rustling noise nearby and leaping to his feet while drawing his sword asked loudly, "Who goes there?" Suddenly he was face to face with Earwen who led a small group of survivors including Thelagruin and Elenillor. Veadarion gasped, "You're all alive! Thank Eru. Earwen are you alright?"

[chrysophalax]

Earwen's dark hair was loosely braided back and in her hand was a sword, dripping blood. At Veadarion's words she turned and he was aghast at the change in her. No longer was she the cold, serene wife of the noble Finarfin. Before him stood an Elven warrior, her eyes blazing.

"Aye, Veadarion. I am well, yet not for long will that vile creature be!" She spoke to the others who followed her closely. "It may well that soon we shall all pass to the halls of Mandos. Ere I do however, there is one whom I would bring with me!" She called for a horse and one was brought swiftly to her. "Those who will may join me. I go now to kill Terendul or die trying!" With that she lept upon the plunging animal and rode towards the Dragon.

[Narya]

Alxa flew high, too high for even elven arrows to reach. Galadriel stood dazed on the Western gate of her Palace, while Celeborn and his knights fought off orcs from every direction, Earwen came rushing in fighting with all her might, then she saw the dragon sweep up and was lost from sight.

Nefaria fled in bitter anguish at the treachery of Terendul, she could not believe that he would desert them that way - for her!! Monarmo still craddling his wound atop the blue mountain, crawled slowly down. Sauron ordered the retreat for the elves have managed to regroup and strengthen their forces, and Terendul who was supposed to lead the attack was no where in sight.

Earwen knelt down defeated. Nuredhel was taken away from her again, and this time she feared she may not return. Slowly the battle wore on, and it inundated, but not without great bloodshed. Bodies lie lifeless in the large hall where a joyous event was to occur. Now only death and mourning were there. Galadriel walked in and tended the wounded. Slowly the elves recovered from the attack. They were now wary. Elenillor was wrathful. Veadarion tended Nolè well, and once they reached the palace again, medicine was given to him, and Nolè slowly recovered from the wound.

But now the hour has come to do the most dreaded deed - to search for Nuredhel...or her body. Another concern that enveloped them was the life of her unborn child. A search party was immediately grouped, and Nolè though still weak could not be prevented from joining in.

Just then, as Alxa flew high beyond the clouds, behold! A large eagle with great white wings flew from the west. Helletar - Lord of the Skies - King of the Eagles was there. He espied the orcs from his lofty abode, and followed them nigh only to see the dragon with its precious captive.

He swoops down and sees the traces of a bloody battle and there was Galadriel, grieving for the dead for it was many and those who had died were mostly children and Elf maidens.

[Tar-Ancalime]

"You think to seek Terendul out, do you not? Why, is it to kill the she-elf in a cruel vengance? Or is it to punish Terendul? Answer me she elf." Sauron said to Nefaria in calm voice, when silence was upon Nefaria's tent he yelled in a fearful voice "TELL ME SHE-ELF!" Nefaria heart skipped a beat due the ferocity. " It is to punish Terendul for his actions against the dark leigon." Nefaria said weakly. "YOU LIE!" he screamed. "It's to seek out the she-elf milord." Nefaria said bowing her head, submitting to his might and power. "Good, I grant you permission to seek her out, but to keep her alive, than I promise to let you be the first to turn the handle on the rack." Sauron said to Nefaria. "Oh thank you milord, I shall summon a force at this very moment." Immeaditly she began to summon a search party.

Then she told several of her bird-spies to search the whole lands of middle earth, scour it from tree to cave, to find Terendul.

[Dengen-Goroth]

Elenillor had, for the most part of the battle, fought as best he could with the weaponry he had with him, naught more a dirk. He had quickly made way to Earwen and remained with her till they had made way toward Vaedarion. Now he glanced to and fro, untamable wrath ran freely through him, his dirk drunk with orcen blood fell from his hand. As Earwen spoke unto the group Elenillor turned towards the sun, which was slightly setting.
"By the grace of Eru may I be forgiven!" He cried forth towards the heavans, which bore unto his very soul a burden unlike any he knew. He called for a stead, and one was quickly brought. He quickened the beast's pace so as to approach Earwen.

[¤-Elessar-¤]

Sauron flew to the west as a breeze of malice and hatred incarnite. And at long last, his breath finnaly blew against the wrought-iron of the throne of Melkor.

"Lork Melkor," He said, voice tingling with excitement, "I have news from the east." Melkor Morgoth looked up from his thought, and the image of two Silmarils marred by the presence of a jagged edge forever scarred the mind of Sauron. He spoke again, uneasily at first, but his confidence grew. "The expidetion was a success... for the most part. The wench-elf escaped..." He began to laugh now, softly and nearly mockingly. "It seems I am not the only one to have chosen a captain of incompetence... Terendul took her away, flying some beast of your device. You, Melkor, must stop him. He has some forlorn grace of the maker of all, and I am unable to touch him."

[Tar-Ancalime]

Nefaria's most favorite bird was her raven, it had just returned announcing the location of Terendul. Midnight, it was called, it perched on her cloaked shoulder. Rain beat heavily on the tent, Nefaria briskly walked into the tent where her orc captains sat discussing, gambling and other affairs which cannot be mentioned. As soon as Nefaria entered, cloaked in a black cloak, the hood over her face, the room was silenced. One voice said the wrong thing at the most wrong time.

"Ahh, Terendul back from romancing with that elf whench of yours." Nefaria took off the cloak, that orc knew he said the wrong thing.

"Kill him!" Nefaria said with commanding authority. So the orcs did not hesitate to attack the unfortunate orc. After this argument was beside them she said.

"I have found the location of Terendul. We depart as soon as possible ready the forces." Nefaria left, preparing for the long march.

[Ciryaher]

Nolë pulled himself up and staggered to his feet. He had been laying alone in a room, and the sun's glow could barely be seen over the horizon. The elf went about blindly putting on the armour in the rapidly deepening twilight. He slid the handle of his mighty warhammer into its harness and hung his bow across his back. Shouldering a quiver of arrows, he stopped--there was someone or something else in the room.

Two gold-sparked eyes blinked at him, peering over a long and regal beak. This was indeed one of the great eagles of Manwë, and having the gift of Speech, he did so. "Greetings, Ainurandir Nolë!" it spoke regally, "Helletar am I, and I have come by the bidding of my Lord, Manwë Súlimo, to aid thee. A great misfortune has arriven, and I come to bear thee and guide thee in claiming that which you should not be parted with." The great eagle spread out his wings; stretching nigh 12 rangar from one side of the high-roofed chamber to the other. "Come!" he said urgently, and the noble elf complied.

"In my gear of war, will I not be too heavy a burden for you to bear?" asked Nolë earnestly as he began clambering on the bird's back.

"Nay," answered the bird, "I can bear great a load, and my wings are filled with an eager fire. They will bear thee far; wherever we are needed to be. Hold on to my collar!" The Ainurandir clasped his gauntlet-clad hand around the royally bejewelled necklace just as the bird beat its wings and shot through a large skylight.

High they rose into the sky; above the clouds and nigh the stars. The full Isíl was rising confidently over the horizon, and both companions took courage, for the moon and stars shone upon them as the cold air rushed by.

[Snaga]

Terendul felt remote from all that had passed, as though it were some vision beheld from afar, not a maelstrom which he was the heart of. The flight of Alxa, the descent upon the wedding party, the moment he had dragged Nuredhel from the wedding altar, and his escape amid fire and anger. It was as a song heard in a misty enchantment, or a painting too long gazed upon... he almost felt it was not really.

Alxa's wings beat with languid ease. Astride his back Turendul sat, Nuredhel was in his arms. He would not look at her face, but he became aware that his tears were falling into her hair: he saw them sparkling in her hair, and was for a moment puzzled. Whence came these jewels that quiver thus? And then as Alxa dived to Nan Elmoth, as though a chill wind brought back his senses, he suddenly knew the unleashed agony in his heart. 'I have you at last!' he whispered in her ear. His hand was on her swollen belly, holding her and unborn babe to him. The child kicked: he felt it.

Nan Elmoth was the dark forest home, of Eol the Smith. But he had forsaken it long ago, before the fall of Gondolin. Terendul had spied it out long ago, and knew it was long defenceable by but one with the mind to hold it. Eol had built his dark home with cunning, and laid many traps, and poisoned devices to ward off intruders. Terendul knew them all, and the exactly route to enter the secret door, in that forest of evernight. And inside there were many weapons: and indeed a mail-suit of galvorn black and strong, that he had a mind to take for his own. Down in a clearing amidst the haggard, ghastly trees Alxa landed, and they climbed down: Nuredhel shivering, cold and shocked. Terendul: in an ecstatic triumphant rage. 'Guard well this forest, Alxa! I do not doubt the elves will seek me! Let not one pass!' The wyvern screamed, searing the air.

With that he led Nuredhel by the hand, at a stumbling pace for the most part. But as they neared the chambers of Eol, they came upon an avenue lined with a black and thorny hedge, paved with smooth and faintly shining stones. He stood behind he, feeling her closeness intensely, and showed her the exact slabs on which to put her feet. 'If your new-found friends should follow, and they set one foot wrong through this, they will feel a thousand needles of poison rain upon them! So... now it will be just you and me!' he said softly in her ear. Nuredhel shivered.

Terendul slid his hand to release a hidden catch concealed within a crevice in the crag at the far, crouching. A blade appeared an swung, waist high that would have slain the unwary, but passed above his head. A door was suddenly illuminated and with a sharp cracking noise, it opened and swung silently inwards. Eol had learnt much from the Naugrim. They passed within.

Terendul lit torches on the walls of that small house and the red light danced upon the walls. There within, Nuredhel found a dome like room, with chambers leading off at many angles. At the rear was a smith's forge and anvil, and the fire still burnt, glowing unnaturally. And all around were many devices, toys, trinkets, jewels, necklaces and bracelets, and swords and shields: treasures of every description. All of the making of Eol and his son, or acquired in trade with Nogrod and Belegost. A vast fortune, sumptuous beyond belief or imagining. The light sparkled from a thousand places.

Smiling mysteriously, Terendul picked a ring of silver and gold intertwined around a gemstone that glittered like a diamond, but was lit with a red light. Not large, but marvellously fair. He turned, and knelt before Nuredhel and kissed her hand. 'Here is the Ring of the Bloodstone. You have my heart!' and he placed it upon her finger, and kissed her hand again. Then he arose, as she looked at him speechless, wondering. He kissed her again, passionately and long, until his head swam and he could no longer bear the pounding of his blood in his ears.

Reeling he pulled himself away, and held his temples for a long moment, then hid his face, thoughts crashing like waves. 'Why do you do this to me, elf-witch?' he cried suddenly, with a violent hatred. He turned and struck her across the face with the back of his hand. 'You do not love me, you were marrying that accursed eneuch of the West! You betrayed me!' His voice was thick with tears and anger. 'Tell me why I do not kill you now?'

[Tar-Ancalime]

Although Terendul and Nuredhel's exact location was not known, they new roughly well enough to steer. For earlier that day several orcs went into a glen, and had discoverd traps. So she knew they were in the vicinity. Nefaria sent midnight to search for the place. They had set a camp, and sat waiting for further instructions. Nefaria was informing her orc captains what to do.

"Now, you, who are my most clever, strongest captains, are to do as I say after we find that wretched whore's and Terendul's dwelling. Unless we have any informants,which I hope to make of that great worm, Alaxa. I will cause a distrubance with several wastes of orcish life. Than hopefully Terendul will come out to see who distubs his, whoribble activites several of you will come out and take hold of him, but do not doubt his strength. than what is left of you will grab that whore and her child. Immeaditly, give me the child, and put a sword to the whore. But don't kill her, and don't let me kill her. Understood?"

The orcs replied

"Yes, ma'm!"

Than she dismissed the captains, and sat in her tent. Out of complete curosity she began to say to herself, as if he were there.

Do you not know how much i love you! Day and night I hope I pray you come to your senses, and leave her. You push me away! YOU PUSH ME AWAY AND I LOVE YOU

She found herself in a multitude of tears, drowning in her own woe, suddenly she heard the call of her pet raven.

"What news is there to bring?" nefaria said.

Midnight shook her head.

"Nothing, no location, no betrayl. Oh foot, to be stuck here."

[Narya]

As the dragon flew in the air and Nolè's image grew smaller and fainter with every beat of it's huge wings Nuredhel felt a strange awakening, like when a sleeper is between the twilight and the dawn. She could not believe her eyes, and her heart had skipped a beat at the sight of him. His tears rained down upon her silken hair and his eyes strayed away from hers, though his hands rested upon the swell of her belly, and the child within kicked though Nuredhel could swear it was nearly a skip or jump for she could feel the child's gladness at the touch of Terendul.

"Terendul...." she whispered.

''I have you at last!'" he answered. She shivered at his voice, it was soft, yet rendered a streak of fear upon her that she could not shake off.

She looked out into the sky and behold a great bird was flying adjacent to them. At first he stayed there, gliding, then he darted downwards. And she knew, he would alarm her people. Half of her wanted to be rescued yet half of her feels happy to be in Terendul's arms again. She longed for this moment, but now it seems so wrong and she knew something terrible was about to happen. The fear was growing inside her, and she closed her eyes and cried to Nienna silently, the Valier she reverred the most.

When at last the great worm descended and Terendul forcefully took Nuredhel and led her to a confinement of great architecture and engineering, did she finally realized she was alone - with him. The passages they took did not register into her mind for now her main concern was this malady in which she is now in.

"'Here is the Ring of the Bloodstone. You have my heart!'" Said Terendul as he placed a beautiful ring upon her finger. She looked at the ring and upon his face now strained with tears. Then as he kissed her hand a longing for him was rekindled, slowing like a burning vigor that has been poured into her body, it slowly coursed it's way into her, and as he kissed her passionately she felt it come to a tumultous climax, and she held onto him and returned his kiss with the same passion and fire as he had given to her, and everything faded and her mind swam in emotions that had been locked deep inside. She felt her body burning and melting and flowing like a wild river. Then he broke the kiss.

"'Why do you do this to me, elf-witch?'" he said, and she barely understood for she still lingered in the fire of his kiss. Then he screamed, loud with bitterness and hatred, then he slapped her. The shock of it smote her heart. The pain he had dealt her with his hand had brought back the memories that were more painful.

"'You do not love me, you were marrying that accursed eneuch of the West! You betrayed me!'" He cried. At his accusations bitterness and anger welled up inside her.

"'Tell me why I do not kill you now?'" He asked she could no longer hide the pain inside her .

"Why do I do this to you, Terendul?? You abandoned me!! You left me for your orcs after having me!!!" She screamed with all her might, he turned his back and clutched at his head. "You left me dying!! Had it not been for Nolè I would not be speaking to you right now!! You speak of betrayal, when it is you! You Terendul!!! I saw you with her!" Her voice cracked, and tears ran down her cheeks. "I have been disowned by my own people!! I have been sentenced to death!!!! They will take away my child!! Because of my love for you!! Then you repay my love by leaving me to die!! By lying with another..." She stopped for she felt tension growing in her waist. There was a feeling of pain darting inside, but fading after a few moments. "I saw you, Terendul... I saw you with her...I had to teach my heart to love someone new lest I die from the grief of loosing you...and you speak of betrayal? How dare you??"

[Narya]

The vision in the palantir was again fresh in her mind, yet, right here, right now, in the presence of Terendul, it seems not to matter. Though she feels pain and betrayal, the sight of him before her so close now, the past doesn't seem to matter.

Slowly she approached Terendul who was still shaking, crying, wracked with pain and longing for her. At her touch he turned around, held her with his tear-drenched eyes. "Yet even now, inyë uva anwë i sairinlatta i Angamando*! Even if the whole of Aman will disown me...even if they sentence me to death..." She went closer and touched his face, brushing away the tears, but new ones continue to fall. "I am damned by your love Terendul...condemned to an eternity of loneliness and despair...yet I gladly accept my fate...an melitanyè tyë Terendul! Melitanyè tyë**..." and she gently planted a kiss on his cheek, she closed her eyes as she felt once more the serenity of his embrace.

"If you wish to end my misery, Terendul, I will accept your judgement, but I beg you spare my child..." She said, as she looked unto his eyes once more.

*Even if I will endure the fiery pits of Angband*
**for I love you, Terendul! I love you!**

[Ciryaher]

The stillness of the night was shattered by a sickening cough. Nolë was on his hands and knees, retching the contents of his stomach onto the green earth. I am as a beast...a lost and wayward beast... he thought scornfully.

Helletar blinked and took a step forward. "I cannot comprehend the pain through which you must be going," said he, "But it is my deepest wish that there was something I can do."

The ainurandir staggered to his feet. There was nothing left inside him...he wondered if that applied only to the sustaining food. I have made the mistake of attaching my mind to she which I love, and now I feel that which she feels, and I am sickened beyond words. His head swam at the thought and he heaved, but nothing came of it but a violent fit of coughs. "I will tell you what I can, friend," he spake, "But let us take once more to the skies and be off."

"I fear that you will grow ill again, good elf," said the eagle cautiously.

"Nay," answered Nolë, "Nay...I was not ill out from your flight--it was most thrilling--but rather out of a part of my mind which I have now severed. I will be alright."

The lordly eagle tilted his head slightly, and then smiled in the strange way that birds smile. "Very well! Rest upon me, for I smell that foul beast nigh, and you will have need of your strength!" he cried, and Nolë obeyed. In seconds, they were rocketing into the night sky, the land seeming to pass slowly far, far below.

Betrayed...my heart is betrayed... Over and over within his mind sounded these words, to his torment. The icy winds blew the tears away from his face, and they rained down upon the land.

[Lorien]

As Nole took off to the skies on the magnificent eagle, a small company on the ground followed them. The company was trailing behind slowly and Veadarion was trudging along at the rear of the company staring at the earth beneath his feet, his mind a senseless tumult of emotions and images and everything in his mind seemed to be stained with blood.

Cursing himself he raised his head to look around at the company and as he scanned the faces he began to feel that something or someone was amiss. He stopped in his tracks and tried clearing his mind to able himself to think clearly when it suddenly hit him, 'Earwen is missing!' he thought in a panic. Veadarion started running along the length of the company and as he ran past he noted with mounting alarm that Earwen was not present. He ran back to the rear and mouthing a string of curses looked about in confusion before running back to where they started.

As he reached their starting point he looked around for Earwen and not noticing her nearby started calling out her name. Then suddenly he noticed her sitting on the ground, indifferent to his cries, seeming not to hear them. Rushing up to her he knelt down beside her and taking her hand in his asked her gently, "What is the matter Earwen? Why did you not follow the company?" Turning her face slowly towards him a single tear each streaked down from her eyes and she said slowly, her voice breaking at the last instant, "My daughter...."

[chrysophalax]

Having been thrown from her horse when the fear-maddened beast had been slain from beneath her, Earwen was dazed, hurt in both body and spirit. She heard a voice crying her name, but it sounded far away. Suddenly someone was kneeling beside her, holding her, calling to her. All she could think of was Nuredhel and what could be happening to her.

She looked up into eyes filled with compassion and....something more. Gently Veadarion kissed her forehead and drew her to him. She rested her head on his shoulder and cried silent, cleansing tears. She felt his arms tighten around her, his breath on her neck. She pulled away, startled by the feeling of longing that surged through her.

"My Lady..." he whispered and she closed her eyes trying to think of Finarfin in the West, yet she could no longer bring his face to mind, not when Veadarion was there before her, stroking her hair so lovingly. Strength and weakness alike warred in her soul and she smiled to herself as she once again let him enfold her in his arms.

[Lorien]

Veadarion closed his eyes tightly as he held Earwen in his arms. His mind was drowning in a clash of emotions, his love for Earwen was fighting against the fact that she was rightfully Lord Finarfin's. As he dealt with these emotions he felt her crying silently on his shoulder and a warm feeling coursed through his body. He shuddered slightly as she embraced him with an equal fervor.
He opened his eyes slightly and looking at the sky saw for a moment the sun break through dark clouds and it was as if his mind became clear of all confusion. Looking down at Earwen who was in his arms he gently stroked her hair and pulling her head back slightly looked straight into her eyes. Smiling gently at her, he put a finger under her chin and tipping it back gently brought her face to his level. He thought once and for the last time, 'There's still time to pull back, after this there's no return.' Shaking his head slighty he brought his lips to meet her's in a gentle but tight kiss.

[chrysophalax]

As their lips touched, Earwen gasped, then gave herself over to the sensations that filled her. Memories of her first meeting with Veadarion came back to her with crystal clarity and it seemed to her as though all her life had led to this time and this place.

She had been a new bride and Finarfin, gentle though he was, had never stirred the fires that lay deep within her. No, that had taken one of her husband's councillours, a sharp-eyed Elf called Veadarion. From the moment she saw him, she had felt a quickeneing of pulse she never had and never would feel with Finarfin.

His lips recalled her to the present and she kissed him more urgently. He responded in kind and soon they were lost in each other's sighs.

[Lorien]

Veadarion was surprised when Earwen responded in kind to his passion and for a few moments got lost in recollections of her beauty. He remembered moments when he was awestruck by her fairness. Suddenly as she pressed her lips against his, he was jolted back to the present and he pulled her closer to himself. Then he slowly ran his tongue across her lips and hearing her gasp couldn't help himself from smiling.
He slowly pulled back and resting his forehead against hers kissed her on her cheek and whispered softly, "I love you, My Lady..."

[chrysophalax]

Earwen sighed as she buried herself deeper in Veadarion's warm embrace. The pains from her fall seemed to melt away, replaced by the warmth of his love. She longed for time. Time to enjoy all the pleasure that love brings. Yet here they were, huddled on the war-torn ground in the midst of strife. Strife caused by another ill-starred love.

"Veadarion, I love you too. It seems I have always done so." He smiled down at her and she felt tears slide down her cheeks. "Yet now is neither the time, nor the place. Should we both escape death when this is over, most gladly would I come away with you!" Slowly he helped her to her feet, then pulled her close, for a passionate kiss. He again ran his gloved hand through her hair, gazing into her eyes wistfully. "As you wish, my Lady" he said and they walked together across the field in search of fresh horses.

[Narya]

In the fiery realm of Angband, the dark lord rejoices at the turn of events, for he is happiest when there is sorrow and chaos. While he musters a force to attack Valinor, here on Middle Earth his forces have managed to divide the stronghold of Galadriel.

In Taniquitil, the Valier Nienna heard a call from afar. It was Nuredhel's prayer to her, asking for aid. She runs toward her magic mirror to seek the origin of the call, and behold she sees Nuredhel atop Alxa, with Terendul behind, and she understood her peril. Her heart cries out to Nuredhel though she can but only give her strength of will, Valier though she was, she was too far. Though she now sees the devices of Melkor and how Nuredhel has played into his hands. She shed tears of grief.

Meanwhile, the skies were drenched with Nolè's tears, for his heart has felt a forboding that he has lost Nuredhel for good. Helletar flew with great speed and though he felt pity for the Ainurandir he could do but very little to console him.

Nuredhel broke away from Terendul's grasp, finally realising that part of her still holds the anger for his deception.

"You should have killed me a long time ago...Terendul..you could have spared me much pain and anguish." She said, feeling tired all of a sudden.

She strode to the other side of the room, feeling him staring at her, feeling his regret and confussion. She felt pity for him, more so she felt love, but as if a renewed strength was given to her, she tried to reject the thoughts entirely. He is the enemy, right now he has just completed a task set forth by the dark lord, and he won a round. She was victimized by him once, and now he wishes again to victimize her once more. To play her until she has nothing left to give. She must deal with him the way any Elf from the west should. For was she not born into this world for that very reason? Gifted with many gifts, graces that were taken away, because of HIM. He has damned her once, should she give him another chance to damn her again?

"To marry Nolè was the most righteous move I have ever made. And though you claim I have your heart, He has given me what you have destroyed! My life! My honour! My Dignity!" At this his eyes widened and his fists clenched. Seeing his anger, she moved back.

At last he spoke, "so...you love him..." his eyes squinted with ever word uttered. His breathing became heavier. And his head swam in anger. "Answer me, Nuredhel! Do you love him?!"

"No... not the way..."

"Do not lie to me!" he screamed ramming his hand on the table making it break into two.

"He saved my life...he saved the life of this child that I bear! He has shown me kindness when my people showed me scorn! He has shown compassion when everyone judged me and my child! He made me see that there was life and beauty that darkness cannot mar! He made me see that my heart can learn to love again if only I gave it a chance..."

With giant strides Terendul went toward Nuredhel and held her by the neck, and not so gently at that, though he restrained himself greatly from breaking it. Nuredhel grabbed his hand, looked into his eyes.

"He was almost you, Terendul! At this Terendul eased the hold he had on Nuredhel's neck. "He was almost you...and though I have agreed to marry him, a part of me longed for your embrace..." Terendul let go of her neck, his hands suddenly tracing the groove of her neckline, his eyes welled for the truth he saw in her eyes. "I never showed him anything but pity...until I saw you and Nefaria in the palantir!" With this final remark he let go of her entirely and turned his back.

"I was deceived...I did not know you lived still..."

[Lorien]

Veadarion and Earwen went in search for fresh horses and finding them rode with haste to make up the distance between the company. They had been riding for a while before Veadarion said, "Ah, luckily our company seems to have taken a short rest, I can see them resting."

Galloping ahead of Earwen he reached the company and jumping of his horse hailed them. As Earwen's horse stopped next to him, Veadarion unconsciously held out his hand to help her off the horse and Earwen smiling took his hand. Elenillor watched intently from a little distance away as Earwen and Veadarion holding hands walked together towards towards Thelagruin.

Thelagruin hailed them, "Friend, Veadarion, where have you been to? The last I remember you were right behind me at the rear of the company." Veadarion answered with a wry look, "In our haste we seem to have forgotten that the Lady Earwen was not following us. I just went back to bring her with us." Thelagruin smiled lightly and said, "My apologies Lady. We did leave rather abruptly."

[Ciryaher]

Thelagruin smiled once more and ruffled his mount's hair before touching her head. You are strong, Gwaiel, but my heart forbodes that you will need more strength in the time soon at hand. Are you ready, friend?

Nodding her head slightly, the mare understood. She was of a proud line, and was prideful of herself for being chosen by one so noble to bear. It made her heart both happy and stern, for she knew that with one such as he, both could be glorious in battle and would be safe from harm.

The ainurandir smiled, for he perceived her thoughts. He remembered learning the speeches of the noble beasts of Arda when he was but a young lad in Valinor. In rather high spirits, he spurned his mount and came alongside Kèlda, clapping the silvan on the back as he came near. "Oi! What do you think of this expedition, friend Kèlda? How do you fare?"

Smiling, the silvan lord answered, "I am eager to accomplish our end and come to Nolë's aid. I think that alone he could overcome this task, but it is always good, in my mind, to have friends come to support you," he glanced back at the just-returned pair, "And then there are those two. I perceive a love between them, that is no mistake. Mark you, now, how she looks at him, with his noble brow. There is an aura about Lord Veadarion, an aura of love! Ah, through all these dark times, even such happy things are possible."

Thelagruin nodded, though he was skeptical. "Yes, I suppose so, but is not the Lady Earwen already wed?"

"So I have heard, but is that not a marriage of interests rather than love? It is like one of the romantic lays that minstrels sing of," the optimism of the silvan was overwhelming to Thelagruin, and it wiped away the doubt. They both laughed merrily for no particular reason and continued their talk of any and every thing.

[Narya]

(ooc Posting for Elenillor - sorry Dengen, but this part is rather important for the third book)

Elenillor looked with disgust at the two elves who have just arrived. He has sensed something strange between the two of them as they travelled the seas from Valinor. He didn't like the way they looked at each other then and now his suspicions have proven true. A feeling of utter disappointment grew in him and he made them see it.

"Is that all that you did back there Veadarion? Fetch the lady?" And he looked at Earwen rather conspicuously, and raising his eyebrow he continued to mock them before the rest of the council. "It appears this kind of attitude runs in your family Earwen. I wonder who it is Galadriel sees at night when Celeborn is away?" And then he walked away, feeling triumphant at his work, knowing full well that Earwen will surely fall from her position as head of the council for this act of indignation toward Finarfin.

[Lorien]

Veadarion burned with rage at Elenillor's words and as he turned his back towards them Veadarion reached for his sword only to have Thelagruin hold his arm tightly. Looking at Thelagruin who shook his head firmly Veadarion left his sword's hilt and looking at the retreating figure of Elenillor he spoke loudly, "It seems a lack of manners and courtesy would run in your family Elenillor, if you are any standard to judge them by. Pity you haven't learned some form of courtesy towards people."

[Narya]

Elenillor reeled at the words spoken by Veadarion.

"Lack of manners?" He said mockingly, further enraging the already angered elf. He approached him and looking around ensuring the other members of the council heard what he had to say, Elenillor said "Courtesy, hmm? Manners and courtesy...I wonder how much of that you have shown Finarfin, the rightful owner of the lady Earwen. Or do you feel unthreatened by the distance that gaps you and he? Manners and courtesy, indeed. You have shown much of that today have you not?" Every word he uttered dripped with sarcasm. Veadarion started, but Thelagruin restrained him seeing that the tension that brew was delaying them. But Elenillor would not stop. "I thought you were an elf worthy of praise. But even now your own weakness betray you. Now I understand why you spared that harlot Nuredhel from the gillotine when you know full well the extent of the law! It is her mother that you were after, charming her at the expense of what was just! Mocking the tribunal, the high council of Valinor! And now, see what your folly has done...countless lay dead at the fields of Eriador, and their blood cry out to me. Who shall I hold accountable? Sauron? Nay, Veadarion, you let her live, and she it was that brought them hither!"

[Snaga]

Terendul turned away from Nuredhel, his heart pounding, his eyes stinging with tears that he blinked away, clenching his teeth.

For a moment he was silent, his shoulders hunched. Then he spoke, in a quiet and empty voice. 'You speak of things you know nothing of. Do you think your short imprisonment was the worst thing that might happen to you in chambers beneath Thangorodrim? To be imprisoned is nothing, even if it were the darkest most noisome hole to be found. You may have thought you were tortured, but torments more precise and excruciating are known to us than any that have ever entered your dreams. Hurts you might endure, endless and profound but what would that be against the true horror that you say you would readily accept. To enter the service of Him, the Dark Lord, might be said lightly but it is no slender promise. It will bind you, and the wwords will drip into your soul. your heart will darken. You will witness things unspeakable, so that your mind will recoil from the memory, and you will cry yourself to sleep. But the sound of screaming does not go with sleep. Each night will be filled with ghastly nightmares: visions of hideous and defiled form, appalling descrations, rape, blood spilled and flowing unnaturally bright and toxic, a stench unbearable that will seek to choke you... until shaking you wake in a lonely place, and even if you lie with another, even me who you think to love then still you would be alone. For I would be nothing to you then, for all love with drain from you. For He will seek it out, and poison and defile it, and turn into a knife to twist into your heart. And still worse: you will come to welcome all this and beg for worse. To revel in the darkness, like a phantasmic gore-strewn beast, utterly loathsome. Your beauty gone... just a shell appalling to behold with the ghost of your former loveliness haunting you, as if to constantly remind you of what once was, but now even memory will sicken you. And you will give yourself over to cruelty completely, so that in waking you will outdo your more noxious dream.'

She shrank back at the intensity of his words, and he looked at her and she saw he was shaking, his eyes bloodshot. 'That is why I left you. For I would not have you like me, I could not bear for you to follow my path....' He paused, and then smiled a smile that made Nuredhel shudder for it was once beautiful and alluring but monstrous in it cruelty. 'No! That is not true. I could condemn you to that, and gain great reward, and much of me is tempted! To indulge in such sadistic revenge for the way you torture my heart, would be ....' he paused, as if searching for a word which tasted good... 'It would be most satifying.'

He stood upright again, seeming to tower over her, menacingly. 'I could kill you, and perhaps I will!' He drew a blade, a long knife thin and cruel and shining. He moved towards her, bending over her. She shrank back, but the knife was at her throat in the blink of an eye. 'But that would give me scant pleasure!'

He kissed her, a kiss so sweet and gentle that Nuredhel felt her legs wobble. Still he kissed her. The knife slid from his fingers, forgotten as he held her waist. His pulse raced, his head swam, delirium sang in every fibre. Terendul thought a thought, as if it were a voice from far away... 'Why are you doing this, fool?' But the answer came, as he spoke out loud in a whisper, his breath hot against her lips: 'I love you. I can do you no harm.'

[chrysophalax]

Earwen slapped Elenillor across the face resoundingly, leaving her hand-print on his cheek. "Owner? No one owns me, you vile creature! It is true that Veadarion and I care for each other. It is true that I cared for Finarfin as well, yet he showed me scant proof of his love, save to get me with child to provide himself with heirs." Her eyes were became as crystals of ice. "You on the other hand, have been at great pains, it seems to destroy his noble house, to discredit Nuredhel and now myself."

Elenillor made as though to speak and she laid her hand on the pommel of her sword.
"Speak you but once more the name of my daughter Galadriel in that condescending tone and they will be the last words you ever utter! While I have not betrayed my lord husband, she surely has never done anything to merit any besmirchment of her name. You accept her hospitality and then slander her!? By Elbereth, you will be called to account for this slight!" She glared at him, then looking from him to Veadarion she said in a mocking voice, "What fools we all are! Sauron would be vastly amused could he but see us now, at each others throats." She began to laugh softly and Veadarion looked at her worriedly and touched her shoulder. She placed her hand over his and squeezed it gently. "Come, Veadarion. We will deal with such as he later. We must still find Nuredhel. My heart tells me that it is still not too late."

[Lorien]

Veadarion looked at Earwen and turning to Thelagruin said, "I think we should be on our way again. Nole could use our help and we are lagging quite far behind." Thelagruin nodded and spoke loudly, "Everyone prepare to be on your way again!". The entire company began to move and Veadarion, catching hold of Earwen's hand and smiling slightly at her, made his way to their horses. As Veadarion took his position at the rear of the company, Elenillor passed by on his steed and glaring at him said, "Just you wait, your dues shall come to you for your folly!".

[Narya]

The tenderness of that touch...the heat of his kiss...they were more than enough to suffice for the terror that she felt when he threatened her of death. Still fresh the words had cut her to pieces and now his passion glues her back together. With eager longing she responds to his kiss and held his neck slowly combing her fingers through his raven hair. He moans in sheer delight. She answers in pleasure. Like embers of fire, hot passion course through her veins making her moist with emotions that stream through her, flowing like the Bruinen river. The exchanges become intense and both were lost in oblivion; he has moved his hands so that they touch the silken mounds about her chest, making her sigh with pleasure. She raked his hair tenderly at first then more rigid, and she hold a clump of them at the peak of pleasure then let go when the tides go down. And it was a moment that they both have dreamed of for the longest time since their separation, and though they knew that danger drew near and at any moment they would be found still they held on, exchanging kisses as if it pained them to be away from each others arms for more than a second. Terendul traced her body with his lips, every groove, every mound, was given intricate attention and the act send shivers down Nuredhel's spine and she let out a cry of ecstacy.

The dragon Alxa, waiting outside sneered in disgust at the sight that he saw. But in his putrid evil mind he figured it was a rue Terendul plays before he slays her. Like a young lion who pounces on his prey, plays with it a while, before devouring the creature and tasting its blood.

But no, for Terendul, Nuredhel was no prey. She wasn't a prize that he won. She was his gift, and his curse. And as he worshipped her with his mouth, deep inside him an inner battle rages on. Maddening him, but he wanted more, and so did she.

"Terendul..." She sighed. Feeling a fire building in her lower abdomen waiting for release. But just then another feeling streaked through her body. It brought neither pleasure nor pain. It was like a huge ball was rolling inside her belly. Terendul kept romancing her but Nuredhel stopped him. Then it happened again, and again, then she felt something burst inside. Terendul stood and looked at her, his eyes still burning. Then water flowed down Nuredhel's legs. Water and blood! "Terendul!! Help me! It is the child!!!" Then extreme pain followed; she felt like her pelvis was tied to two horse who were running in opposite direction, and they won't stop. There was creaking in her belly for her bones were widening preparing the pathway for the child. Nuredhel screamed for the pain was excrutiating. "Terendul! Aaahhhh!!! ammë! ammë tulana nyë!*!! " Nuredhel held her belly and the child inside moved to and fro causing more agitation to her already painful situation.

Far away, Earwen heard Nuredhel's cry and she was filled with fear. Time was all they've got, and time was not on their side.




(*Mother! Mother come to me!)

[Snaga]

Terendul staggered for a moment, head still reeling, body still ablaze with desire. But then he brought himself to. 'My son! His time has come!' he whispered softly, thought chasing thought. He led her through to a bed chamber that lay through an arched doorway in a hallway from the main chmaber, to a softly furnished room. This was the bed-chamber of Aredhel long ago, before she fled to Gondolin. Many silken drapes of many beautiful shimmering hues were hung about, and the bed was lain with blankets of the softest down. But Terendul drew them aside, and white linen sheets were beneath, and he led Nuredhel and lay her gently down. Soon the blood of her coming labour stained the sheets bright scarlet. Terendul, held her hand tenderly for a moment and kissed her brow that was creased with horrible pain. She clenched his hand tightly, but he prised himself away.

Terendul had never seen an elven birth, but the spawning of orc-children and their horrible rending of their savage birth was a sight he had witnessed many times. But that would be little guide he now realised with some shock. For now he must be midwife, whereas in the fetid caves beneath Thangorodrim, the orclings tore their way out from their mothers womb in a birthing fury, needing no help. Little heed was given to the desperate pain of the mother as their infants claws ripped and gashed in those first angry moments. Nor was much concern given to healing those wounds, or saving the mothers life. Such was a cruel beginning of the life of an orc, and Terendul knew it better than any. 'Dark Father' the orcs named him, and his blood ran in them. 'But now I will have a son worthy of me...' he thought.

He was surprised to find her screams pained him so much though he had heard screams so many times before and heeded them little. But now he could not bear her pain. He rushed to warm water and find towels, trembling with fear and excitement.

[chrysophalax]

Earwen swayed as she sat stride her horse and Veadaron feared she might have suffered an injury from her fall. He reached out and steadied her. " Beloved, what is it?" he asked in concern. She put her hands to her temples and she doubled over in pain. "It's Nuredhel! Her child is being born!" She clasped Veadarion's hand, squeezing it painfully. "We must find her, please Veadarion! You must help me! Word must be sent also to Finarfin ,for I fear that creature is with her...I feel it in my heart."

Veadarion squeezed her hand in reassurance and rode to the front of the vanguard, calling out for a messanger to follow him as he rode. He went in search of their swiftest riders, ones whom he could trust to escort Earwen to Nuredhel. He himself had another errand before he could join her.

[Narya]

Traces of memories invade Nuredhel's mind; "wilwarin, Nuredhel, wilwarin..." Came Earwen's voice softly, she was teaching Nuredhel the names of the creatures that live in abundance near their home in Valinor. She was only 3 years old. When the butterfly fluttered and landed on her noise Earwen laughed merrily, picked her up and cuddled her. "Nuredhel, lelya ara! Alcarinquë mí vilya! (Nuredhel come outside! Alcarinquë is in the sky!)" came Galadriel's voice, she was excited that day for it was the first day of yule for Nuredhel, and only at this time of year would the great stars show themselves. "Melitanye Tyë, Nuredhel." came Nolè's voice. And at his face brought her no comfort though a longing for his embrace was upon her. Then the visions slowly disappeared, and her mind rushed back into reality.

"Terendul!! Terendul!!" Nuredhel has torn the sheets that was laid upon the bed which is now drenched in her blood. Terendul walked to and fro, then knelt again at her side, caressing her hair, holding her hand, but she felt them not. Her body was numbing with the pain that was brought about by this birth. The child again turned and turned, and Nuredhel screamed. Outside Alxa smiled for the he thought that Terendul was now torturing her.

"Ammë! Ammë!!!* Nienna, help me! Please!! Help me!!" Nuredhel whispered softly as she felt her bones creak again, yet the child still wasn't out. She tried to push, and she felt her flesh torn apart at the size of the child that was to come out. She screamed again! The pain intensifying every minute, until she can no longer see, and her screams became fainter, with every gasp she would try to feel Terendul. Terendul could not bear the sight and wanted to move away, but suddenly he saw a round object come out; it was the baby's head. He was alarmed. Nuredhel held on the sheets of linen that draped the chamber and she pulled at it with all her might, tearing them. With a last but loud scream she pushed one last time, and the baby went out; Terendul was there he caught the child as the babe came flushing out wet and slippery with blood and water. It was a boy - indeed an heir to the throne that Melkor has promised him. Terendul inspected the child, amazed at the similarity they had; he had Jet black hair, their hands though differed in size but the grooves and lines in both their palms were alike. But when the babe opened his small eyes they were green, and an elven light was in them. A confussion of emotions filled Terendul's heart - emotions alien to him indeed since his awakening he has never felt this much mixture of feelings that cannot be uttered for no words would be enough.

Nuredhel was breathing hard, weak from the labour, but seeing her child in his fathers arms she felt extreme joy! Tears ran down her cheeks, and Terendul, after wrapping the child in white linen brought the baby to Nuredhel and when she held him Terendul felt a change in him. "Terendul...our son! Our son!" The baby reached out for her breasts and she immediately gave them for him to feed on. "My son..we have a son, Terendul..."

Outside Alxa peered in curious with the silence that followed the cries for help. In his dismay and utter confussion he saw in an inner chamber the Elf-maiden is alive and beside her was a babe and behold! Terendul knelt at her bedside caressing her gently. There was no ruse, if there was any who was deceived it was he, Alxa!

[Lorien]

Veadarion rode with great haste back to Earwen with a company of the best riders to escort her to Nuredhel. As she was about to depart he held her hand and kissing her lightly on her lips said, "My lady I will join you later. I feel I must deliver the message to Lord Finarfin myself. Please, I beg you to be wary and cautious."

[Tar-Ancalime]

Alxa sneered in disgust at the emotions of the couple. With an unusual sweetness, Terendul held his son, was he turning? Alxa asked himself. Alxa despised Terendul, and hated him for ensnaring him in this mess. He would fight Terendul, but he could not win, he must fight somehow, he wanted to seek out a person who would kill Nuredhel and the child in an instant, Nefaria. His question was soon answered, for Nuredhel said to Terendul,
“He must grow up well, he is our son Terendul, yours and mine! He cannot live in exile as we are now. Nor can he live within the grip of the dark lord who curses all things. I ask you now, please go to the Valar, and beg for forgiveness! If not for my sake, for our son!”
“Oh, what would they think? Nuredhel, do you know what would happen to me! I am within limbo; if I return with my dark comrades I will be shamed forever, but if I go with you, I shall surely die! I do not know, Nuredhel” Terendul said.
“Everything! Do you not see it! Most children grow up with friends, and a big family. They have so much love surrounding them. Exile would make him hate the world, the dark lord would make him miserable and dark, to beg for Valar’s forgiveness is our only way!”
“ I do not know,” Terendul said, shaking his head. “If not for your sake, then for mine Nuredhel, I’ll turn…”
“Oh, I’m so happy, Our son will grow up well, in the love of family and the light of goodness!” Nuredhel.

This was enough to send Alxa to Nefaria. He flew, spreading his wings, to the camp. Surely enough, Nefaria was there waiting.
“Lady,” Alxa said, “Terendul is planning to run off to the west with his child—“ but Nefaria paused Alxa,
“A child, she bore Terendul a child!” Nefaria said.
“ Yes and—“
“Say no more, I shall hasten my troops to give Terendul a visit. Providing you’ll lead the way.”
“ I will lead the way.” Alxa, with Nefaria on his back, an orc captain’s and soldiers following on foot went to the abode of Terendul and Nuredhel.

The quiet evening that Terendul and Nuredhel was rudely interrupted by the arrival of Nefaria. Terendul heard the noise outside. He left to see what foul creature dared disturb his blissful moments. As he left the mouth of the cave, several orcs came and ambushed him; Terendul killed several, but was eventually subdued. He had near twelve orcs holding him back. Than more orcs entered the cave, they drug Nuredhel outside into the clearing, the last orc to leave the cave held a child. Nefaria who was seated on the back of Alxa, as if she were a queen, at the sight of the child got off. She hastened to the child, the orc handed it to her. For a moment, all was silent. Nuredhel was in fear for her child, for Nefaria had a mad look in her eye. Terendul looked furiously, but was not without a plan. He knew Nefaria’s look well, this resort was the last, and he could see Nefaria had battled with this gruesome desire, for ages. Him abandoning the darkness was for Nefaria the last straw. In, for what seemed like hours of silence, it was finally broken by the strangely calm voice of Nefaria, for it masked what her inner torment truly was.
“It is so obvious who was involved with the child’s creation. It marks well both the mother and fathers features. It has his father’s dark, raven like hair, his mother’s brilliant green eyes. What a handsome babe!” As she said this, in a most menacing way, she was holding the child with one hand, and then reaching for a dagger with the other. Nuredhel was no long confused when she saw the dagger, pleading she screamed out,
“Not my child!!! OH, Eru save my child! Give this wench mercy, for she has none.” Nefaria was aggravated! She put the dagger just above the child and said,
“You shall be silent, at this point you are under my control, and this child is too. If you dare intervene, it shall only die faster!” Nuredhel fell silent, Terendul during this was paying close attention to Nefaria’s actions, he felt if he could sway her back to emotional sanity, the child would live, his boy would live. With his confidence he said to Nefaria,
“Oh, Nefaria! Look what madness has led you to! You are about to slay and innocent child. And for what? To gain personal vengeance alone, you must know now, doing that will only force me to kill you. Your vengeance would be short and empty, are you willing to risk our friendship? Are you Nefaria?” His swaying was becoming successful, for Nefaria began to withdraw the dagger, the she asked him harshly,
“Why! This is an unholy offspring, the child of the this whore!” Nefaria said pointing to Nuredhel. “Why should I withdraw my weapon?” Terendul still remained calm, he said to her in response,
“Nefaria, I ask you to withdraw your weapon because—because…”
“Out with it! Tell me why!”
Terendul knew telling Nefaria the real reason would make her kill the child in an instant, he did not want to say it, but Nuredhel gave him the admit-our-love look, this look made him say it against all logic.
“I love her, and I love my son!” Terendul said fiercely.
“You what? Tell me you did not say that! Oh tell me you did not say that!” Nefaria said with great urgency, the dagger was nearing the child’s body.”
“ I did Nefaria, I said it! I love Nuredhel!” by the time he had finished saying this, the child was already slain. His eyes grew murderous, in a second; he had pushed off his orc oppressors, and was headed with a murderous rage to Nefaria. Her face was full of fear, she could not mask her terror.

[Ciryaher]

Helletar turned his head slightly, "Nolë, they are below. I see the fell beast below, and the smell of new life comes, though with an evil twinge."

"Descend, my friend, and be wary, for surely there are more than just those few below. There are wisps of foul smoke about; orcs," answered the ainurandir, and the great eagle-lord began descending towards the wood in swift circles.

Once Helletar had alighted upon the earth, Nolë leapt down and drew his hammer. "Stay wary, my friend, for I shall soon return, I deem."

"Go swiftly and true, friend ainurandir! May the fortune of the West be yours in the deeds to come!" said the eagle as his companion stole swiftly into the thick density that was the forest-realm of Eol, father of Maeglin.

[Narya]

"Friend? Terendul?.." Nuredhel asked, questioningly gazing at the face of her love. Surely he must feel a difference in their own child than from the millions of children he so unmercifully slaughtered. And now as Nefaria stood menacingly close to her and her newborn she thought that surely he would not choose her in place of them.

At that moment Nefaria moved and Terendul blocked her dagger with his sword, and the knife flew it hit the walls and got stuck in them, and Terendul dealt a blow to Nefaria and she sprawled on the floor but determined to kill the cause of her misery she stood at once and aimed another blade at the mother and child. Nuredhel shielded her child with her body, still feeling weak and pain was again stirring in her belly, but the fear of loosing her son was now more urgent in her mind than her own welfare. The blow went wide since Terendul stopped Nefaria again, the blade hit Nuredhel in her left shoulder blade it pierced through and she let out a cry. Craddling her son she slowly crawled away from the bed and unto the floor away from Nefaria and Terendul who were now engaged in a furious fight. Though Terendul restrained himself from killing his own ally, the anger she stirred in him at her efforts to assasinate his new family was almost enough to maim her.

Outside, Helletar arrived with Nolè on his back. The ainurandir went down and explored the insides of the house and there he saw Terendul standing before Nefaria who was now beaten down and trying to recover from his terrible blows, and in a corner a few feet away from the fray was Nuredhel bleeding heavily clutching at her shoulder crying for pain that was stirred anew holding her son tenderly. Blood was again oozing from her legs and it was clear that if he would not act fast she might die.

When Terendul and Nolè saw each other face to face and very close, an intense hatred bolted from both their eyes. Truly, one could almost taste the air so dense with tension and rage. And without a word they engaged in a bloody battle.

[Tar-Ancalime]

Rashness, had again, got the better of Nefaria, now she was worse off than before, but absolutely sure of one thing. Terendul would never be hers.Terendul was just moments away from killing her, until Nole arrived. She now watched with great intrest as Terendul and Nole prepared for the battle. A coldness rang in the air, the tension was so much that you could see it, the attack was soon to begin. At once Terendul gatherd back his strength, and put a ferocious attack on Nole, who fought back well