The night sky's stars shone like silver dust in the sky. The torches blazed with fire, bringing some minor warmth the chilling midnight. Alasiel pulled her red hood over her head, shivering. She watched her brother, his eyes glazed with admiration. He was watching Lord Feanor as he led the heist. He and the Teleri spoke. Hushed, confused voices which were too far away for the girl to understand. Then, shouting. As Feanor reached for a rope to one of the boats, a Teleri placed his hand on his shoulder. The landscape snapped.
The air was no longer filled with the sound of smooth waves and scents of salty sea air. No, numerous shouts, cries, screams... the air was defiled by the stench of sweat, urine, and blood. There was an explosion of hostility as both parties engaged in combat...
... Alasiel whimpers as she feels lost. A Teleri falls in front of her, holding his cut, bleeding hand as he gurles and twists. She shrieks, backing behind a ship at the edge of the docks. The child hides behind the equipment, shaking in horror.
What was happening? What was this? This was... terrible beyond comprehension...
"Hey!"
She peaks from behind the barrels and nets. She sees a silver haired Teleri darting towards her with a bow. "You will not take our ships!" She attempts to hide, pressing against the ropes. Eyes tightly shut, she wishes it away. Yet, she feels a firm arm on her. She is yanked away. She falls, tears in her eyes, as she tries to pull herself away.
"Pl-please! Sir!"
"No!" He cries, "You will not place another hand on-"
"-Sister!"
They both look to see a young man racing towards them, sword drawn. There is blood on that sword. He raises the blade, eyes roaring like a fire. "Stay away from her!"
The Teleri's bow is broken by the sword. However, the Teleri retaliates. He wrestles the sword out of his hand. It falls and glides across the deck, in front of the teenager. The two men wrestle. Her brother is slammed against the boat's body repeatedly, a sturdy hand on his neck.
Alasiel looks down at the blade. Her brother's cries of pain shake her ears. She picks up the sword with shaking hands. Her red dress is rustled in the hostile wind as she pulls it back. Instinctively, the desire to protect him overcomes the agony and bewilderment. She darts towards the elf, silent, and catches the Teleri off guard.
His horrified eyes meet her's for a second before a dreadful feeling echoes off the blade, into her hands. The sound of metal through flesh is sickening. On her hands, sprinkled on her dress, she feels warm, sticky blood. As the lifeless thud of his body resounds, she looks down. Her pale hands are coated in crimson.
She spots the bleeding body below them.
The brief image of frightened eyes plays back in her mind.
Vision blurs as tears flood her eyes.
She sees red.
She screams.
She remembers not what happened after that.
