Rider of Horses
A New Middle Earth (Lovelyleo x Dreamaway)
Eralyn kneeled by the small stream and dipped her pale hands in the cool water. She brought them up to her face, taking in the refreshing feel. Her bow and arrows lay next to her, on top of tall shrubbery and a few dewy flowers. She tilted her head and dipped the tips of her long brown hair in the water, hoping the small bits of leaves and dirt would wash off.
Eralyn was, above all, a hunter. The people of Grael, her small community, depended on hunters more than ever. Her two brothers were also skilled hunters, and she had learned from her father when she was younger. As an elf, Eralyn deeply prized nature. Sher believed that whatever she took she would one day return, in the form of her body and spirit. Mother earth had come through for her many times, and Eralyn was faithful.
Lately, hunters seemed to be needed more than usual. The war being fought between the dark forces and every other specie had at first not affected the Elven community, but that didn't last long. Riders were being recruited now more than ever, and darkness was becoming stronger. Being pure creatures, devoted to nature and the well being of others, elves found this revolting. Killing, unless necessary for their survival, was seen as the greatest of offenses.
Because of the war, her small community was slowly disappearing. Elves had gone out to try and settle things and assure safety for their people, only to be killed. With each death, a little part of Eralyn seemed to disappear. Food was scarce and people were dying, and she could do nothing to stop it. If only everyone realized how foolish they were, and the damage they were causing nature...
But none of that mattered now. She was on the run, hunted like most in her community. They had all scattered, gone separate ways hoping to meet once again when the war ended. But that seemed a far off possibility to Eralyn. She trusted no one, and attempted to disguise her looks as best as she could. Being an elf, she had a glow about her that was suspicious enough to draw recruiters. Her ears were easily enough covered by her long hair, but the fairness of her skin, especially in times of war, made her stick out like a thorn.
Somewhere behind her she heard some branches snap. She could hear the leaves crunching under someones feet. She grabbed the bow in a half second and crouched behind a wide tree, waiting to see what would come of the noise. She hoped she would not have to kill anyone.
Finnway was lost. The stocky, six foot one man recklessly stomped through the woods, swinging his sword back in forth before him cutting down whatever branches, shrubs, and bushes stood in his way. "I don't know why the hell I keep on listening to you, Guy." The dark haired brunette sighed and turned around, facing his friend who was sulking behind him. They were on the run again, something Finn was never going to like. "I feel like we've been walking around for ages!"
"It's not my fault we're not at the pubs having a grand time! You're the one who was found with Dentry's wife!" Guy whipped back. "All I did was ask you to go out with me for a good time. It's not my fault you like to stick it where there is already 'nother man!" His shorter, less built friend shamelessly nodded his head and spat at the ground. "Next time can you find a woman who isn't with 'nother? That is all I ask Finn, that is all."
The blue-eyed brunette chuckled, nodding his head in agreement. "Fine, fine I can do that. But you do have to admit, she was one fine woman. One of the finest in the town I'd say." Still swinging his blade he cut a branch with ease as it lead to a path crossing nearby a stream. "Finally, we can rest up there." Pointing his blade to the stream he motioned for his friend to lead the rest of the way to it.
As they reached the stream Finn reached into the cool water taking a handful of water and gulping it down like it was his last drink. "I swear, water never tastes this good unless we're on the run." Looking at his reflection in the clear stream, he noticed how he had dirt and mud all over it. Running away from a mob of angry men at night and through the woods would do that to you. Grinning he threw a few handfuls of water onto his face, cleaning off however much would be cleaned. As he was wiping his face that's when he felt something tingle in the back of his neck. He knew what it was, it was another pair of eyes. The thing was that he had just noticed it now, something that was surprising.
He slyly slipped one hand down to his belt as he was still cleaning his face off with the other, gripping the handle of his blade. Finnway whistled once, signaling Guy who was cleaning himself off too. Knowing full well what that whistle meant, Guy's hands flew to his belt like lightning, pulling out his two short swords, and looked around the stream area.
"I'd come out if I were you," Guy stated, hoping there would be no violent response.
"What my friend here was trying to say is that we mean you no harm." Finn quickly replied, adding in his two bits. He cut his eyes at his friend and nodded. Their eyes met and Guy could tell what Finn was saying in his head. "Why are you such an idiot?"
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Eralyn sighed and relaxed her stance. Just two humans. She was fast enough to take them if they tried anything stupid. She would make her presence known, of course, but then she would be on her way.
Although she couldn't help but overhear the conversation. It seemed to revolve around the one particular thing humans seemed to be fond of: lust. One of them, Eralyn couldn't tell which, had apparently been with another man's wife. A problem, she thought, elves did not have. They did not marry. They found partners, and were somehow bonded for life through elven customs and powers. Nothing like marriage. Not lustful, or emotionally charged. Just a union of two people who were meant to be together from the very beginning.
Suddenly, she felt threatened.
"I'd come out if I were you" one of the men said. She almost wanted to smirk. The other man added that they meant no harm, but she was inclined to not believe him. Elves were a rare sight, especially these days, and she didn;t want to risk being captured as some sort of prize. She had enough worries as it was, trying to stay away from hunters and being recruited for a war she did not want to fight.
She walked from behind the tree, revealing herself. She held her bow on with one hand, and with the other removed the hood of her cloack to expose her head and her long hair, and that radiant glow elves possessed from birth.
In a half second she had the bow up and and two arros slung on it, stretched back and ready to shoot into their heads.
"I'd be careful, if I were you" she said., mimicking the man's earlier threat.
A few seconds after they had their words in to their mysterious friend and was greeted by a woman with glowing hair. It only meant one thing, they were in the presence of an elf, something that was extremely rare these days. Finn bit his lip as he scanned the elven woman, starting from her hair, down her slim body, and even noticing her milkly, pale skin. The swordsman hadn't seen an elf in a long while, he knew full well that most of them were in hiding from the war. Something he and the elves had in common.
As the elven woman appeared she notched up her bow and was aiming it at the duo. Finnway let the handle of his blade go and rose his hands, waving them up and down. "Please excuse my friend," Finn said smiling nervously. "I meant what I said when I said that we mean you no harm. We're just passing through." Turning to give his friend Guy another glance he shook his head down, motioning him to back down his swords. "Now."
Guy bit his lip and was hesitant for a few seconds, before looking back over the elf. She had the advantage at the moment, and neither of them would get close to her if she shot them. With their known skills with the bow and speed, both would be dead in seconds. "Fine," his friend spat back.
"Now as I was saying, miss," the swordsman said softly, "we're just passing through. We're not here for you, you can rest assured."
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She watched as they lowered their weapons. The man closest to her seemed to be the reasonable one, so she decided to address him and ignore the other. Humans never failed to disappoint in their hot headedness, and the second man was living proof of it. She refused to lower her weapon, at least for the time being, not wanting to take any chances. They looked as if they had been walking for days. Their clothes were not clean and they looked rugged. Eralyn imagined they had not come by much in the way of hunting.
"If you're passing by, keep on walking" she told them fiercely, hoping they knew she meant business. She had two rabbits strapped to her belt, and had the sudden urge to hand them to the men so they could eat. They looked hungry, and she was not an unking person. But she thought better of it, realizing they were strangers to her and she did not owe them her sympathies.
"It's easy to get lost here. If you get killed, no one will find you" she said, hinting to the fact that she would hurt them if she had to. She didn't mean to be unwelcoming. In fact, her people were known for welcoming travelers. Through the ages, they had let travelers take shelter in their community, and gained a respectable name for themselves. But their community was no more. The elves of Grael no longer lived together, they had dispersed to stay alive. Out here, it was every man on their own.
"Thank you," Finn said with a happier tone, "We will be off now... Guy!" The speaker of the pair nudged his head, signaling for his friend to get a move on. It was time they left, the trek through the woods was a tough one, and with a situation that they just had at hand it couldn't get much worse. He slowly moved, following behind his friend before looking back over his shoulder and watching as the elven woman still had her bow up and pointed in their direction.
"You have to calm down next time," The brunette sighed. "You usually are the one telling me to be careful but should also follow your own advice." They weren't even a few feet away before they heard a few more branches crunch around them, making the duo swing their heads around, wiping out their blades once again. "Watch it!"
Finnway's shout was more towards the elven girl, because he knew for a fact that the men who were making those loud stomps on the ground were militant men. Men who were out looking for elves, something Finn and Guy both found disgusting and unrespectable to the elven people. There was a matching roar coming from the right side of him, and a man coming after. Finn swung his sword, but his steel blade was met with another, causing the two blades to parry one another from their owner's.
A quick reaction from his friend brought the charging man down in a quick few seconds. As Finn held his opponent's blade up, Guy took it as his chance to bash the man's chest and slip his two shortswords into his stomach, ending the stalemate. He smiled at his friend, giving him a nod of appreciation for his help in that quick scramble before turning back to see how the woman was doing. Also hoping that the men around were few in numbers.
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Eralyn was pleased when they took off, but not for long. It seemed that just as quickly one of the recruiters she had been warding off for weeks tried to attack the men she had just seen off. She felt more annoyed than anything. She watched them fight them expertly, taking the man down in an efficient fashion. Maybe she had underestimated them, especially their skills. They had just proved themselves to be skilled fighters, and she realized she might be able to take advantage of that.
She sung her bow on her shoulder and walked towards them, looking at the dead man on the ground. Elves were not aggressive beings, but seeing him dead gave her a feeling of satisfaction. These people had been making her life a living hell for years, not to mention the elves that had been killed after they were recruited, fighting a war that wasn't theirs.
"You should have told me you could fight" she said now looking at them. "We should leave. They never travel alone. Their strength is in numbers, as you can tell" she said nudging the body with her foot. She planned on keeping the men with her, at least until they were all free from danger. If there were any more men coming, they had a better chance as a group.
Finn nodded, agreeing that they should travel together. He glanced at his friend who then gave him a surprised look. "We should help her," Finnway's eyes shouted, beaming at Guy. His friend sighed and nodded in agreement with the two. He knew he was going to lose the argument anyways he didn't bother even trying.
"Yeah, you're right." Guy muttered, "I'm sure his group is around here somewhere. I'll take point." The man rushed ahead, leaving a few feet between him, Finnway, and the elf.
The swordsman gripped his blade tightly, thinking for a quick second before returning it back to his side. "The name is Finnway, by the way. You can just call me Finn. That's Guy, I suppose we'll need to know each other's names since we'll be traveling together for a bit, huh?"