It was a calm serene day for me, relaxing on the plains of Hollin, not having a care in the world and enjoying the Freedom, when a loud shout broke my bliss, and I groaned once I recognized the voice.
"Daerundros!" It called. I rolled my eyes, bored at the prospect of the sure-to-come conversation that Dornigil would bring. I put up a smile and stood up, not wanting to hurt his feelings, however. The wind blew dangerously, seemingly strong, and my cloak fluttered in the air. I saw a pale figure, with brown hair, approach me. But then it dawned on me: How could he have known that I was here? Surely this was not a coincidence?
"Hello Dornigil." I could sense the boredom in my voice as I approached. Why couldn't I be more polite?
"Daerundros." He glanced at me, enveloping me in a hug that I would rather not be in.
"What is your business here?" I asked him casually, knowing that, though he was annoying, Dornigil always brought interesting news from the North.
I did not expect his reaction.
He immediately looked around, making sure no one looked (How surprising), before he whispered to me of something that would surely not have come to his ears so fast.
"I heard that you have been seen in the presence of an Unwilling..." He began, slowly edging to me. I backed off immediately, no longer smiling. The Wind was getting stronger now, whipping my short hair about.
"Yes? And?" I asked, no longer having a hint of politeness in my voice. It was not his business to know who I talk to nor who I am befriended with.
"And? Daerundros, do you know what you are doing?" His voice rang in my sensitive ears. I glared. "They do not want to sail West! They did not come with us and preferred to stay in Cuivienen! They were cowards!"
"If they do not wish to come with us, then that is their decision." I said coldly. I did not want this to become an argument, but knowing Dornigil, it was to be expected. I sighed.
"Do you not see how folly it is to be asking an Avari for friendship? They hate us!"
"They are still Elves."
Dornigil stiffened, glaring at me in disbelief, before raising his voice, "They left us to fend for ourselves, to find the Silmarils on our own!"
"Us? No you, Dornigil." I snapped back.
"Feanor is your king--" He attempted to remind me of who I should be following. I smirked.
"My king?" I laughed, "Feanor is a treachorous brute and coward. He is no King. My king is Finarfin. He is the wisest and the kindest of them all."
Dornigil gritted his teeth in anger, looking at me ferociously, "These Avari have already turned your mind."
"Perhaps so," I looked at the sky in boredom, "I consider Minyelaire a friend. She is no different from you or I."
"You even know her name?" He said incrediously, "What folly is this?"
"The folly of knowing that even the Eldar and Avari can be in friendship?" I said quietly, calming down, "Just listen to me, please?" I asked him kindly.
He sighed and gave in, and I continued, "Although you consider her a suspicious foe, I deem her a friend. She is still an Elf, no different from you and I. She is still one of us, though she may be wild and untamed."
"And why do you consider her a "friend"?" He interrupted me, I glared at him.
"The Elves are all one people, no matter the House, the Clan, nor if they have seen the light of the two trees."
"If you are so determined then, to prove the Avari are still one of us, why have you not given up your Noldorin heritage?" He shot at me, "Do you desire to be a fool like your Finarfin, singing pompous tales of how the Avari and Eldar could be in friendship?"
This hurt me and angered me, and quickly I yelled at him, "I am not a fool! I only wish to bring the Eldar and Avari together! Is that so wrong that you rebuke my talents and insult my heritage, my king?!" The wind was blowing at it's strongest now, and I fought to keep my cloak from whipping about too strongly. I clenched my fists and glared at the Noldor before me, waiting for him to apologize, but he did not yield, and instead simply said;
"Oh I see... It is more than your foolish pursuing of that odd, Silvan Elf."
This almost had me in a rage, and I drew my scimitar, a gift from Minyelaire, before plunging it in the ground, looking at it and bowing my head down. The wind subsided now, and it was very quiet. However, thunder rumbled in the distance.
"Go." I said slowly.
When he refused to move, I made myself clearer.
"Go!" I shouted at him, Boom! went the thunder, and a flash of light was to be seen behind Dornigil, "Next time, you shall find me less friendly than you would like!"
Dornigil slowly yielded, looking slightly frightened at the scimitar, and I took it and sheathed it again, watching him Walk away from me. I calmed down and looked at the sky, before, with a soft plap, the rain hit my face, oddly refreshing.
The rain came pouring down upon Eregion, and small streams of water began to form around the terrain. I grungingly turned to a small rock-enclosed space which shielded me from the rain, though every now and then water would trickle into the small cave.
I then turned to my thoughts, wondering at the next step of action.
How did Dornigil know I was here? Why was he so interested in my friendship with Minyelaire? Why did he think he could win me over in an argument? He should have known better that it was not easy to turn my mind the other way. I can hardly believe that he would hurt me so with his rash actions, and I find it surprising that he is pursuing me at the same time.
I sighed, wondering at Dornigil's true intention.
And Taramthir... Yes, there was still that. I am already forgetting about him, nor that I loved him. It was shocking that he decided to tear open my half-healed wounds. But then, he did not know that I decided to give up on Taramthir...
I opened my pack, took quill and parchment in hand, and slowly began writing a letter;
"Ormenel, Laer, T.A. 3018
Minyelaire,
I trust that you are safe and sound in Harloeg? I have been worrying about you for a few days now, and I hope that the Athelas has helped you in recovering from your broken bones. I myself was located in Eregion at the time of this Letter's writing, on a dreary, raining day. I have just had a heated confrontation with an old friend (though I would not really consider him a friend), when the thunderstorm came to Hollin (Do not ask me how my "friend" tracked me down, I do not know either). The fool! He questioned my friendship with you, and it lead to me threatening him with your Scimitar before he scurried back to where he came from. He had also opened some half-healed wounds after provoking me. On a happier side I am now alone, without anyone to disturb me, and I dearly wish that you have not come to any harm. I hope to see you soon, for I could use a little conversation.
May your future path shine brightly,
Daerundros"
After staring at the letter for a few moments, I folded it and placed it in my pack. I laid myself down and slowly drifted to sleep, listening as the plap-plap-plap of the rain echoed against the small space I had confined myself in.
((OOC: Yes, Daerundros is a bit different from her usual self, but it's a side she rarely ever shows ;) Also, Dornigil is a non-existent character. I may consider creating him, but what fun would it be to RP a rash Elf who says before he thinks?))
Twice found and lost, if you anger someone, best be that you stay away from them, lest you may feel their wrath.
