Escape

I long the days of peace, the moments of calmness. Those days when I were not oblidged to look over my shoulder, in case a knife came flying by. People fear me. People knew they had better not lay a finger upon me, lest it would be eradicated from its root. Though now, new enemies arose, powerful and proud, vexing pathetic excuse of mannish intelligence.  I speak of Slavers.

Today's the day! 

My father's people, the Rangers of Esteldin, have been more welcoming than perhaps I had any right to expect. But their purposes do not seem to be for my benefit... well, at least, not in a way I would like. Perhaps my father, who Captain Halbarad speaks of with great affection, did intend for me to become a ranger's wife and helpmeet. Certainly, the other women I've spoken to here believe that. But I cannot!  Not yet! 

"Wake up you bloody sleepy Elf!" Edstan's voice ringed painfully in my ears. I cringed and woke from my trace-like sleep, still bothered and disturbed about the dream. Annoyed at the sudden waking, I grabbed a pile of leaves and threw them at Edstan with a quick flick of my wrist. Not initially expecting my reaction, Edstan spluttered as a few leaves hit his face, and we both laughed at the humour.