Echoes of the Reality
“I told you before that you have no chance against me in a close fight.. ”
Meiva stood up on her feet with a clear look telling she is obviously not yet giving up. Anordill sighed sharply “You should stay loyal to your bow Elf”. The man poked the dagger which is lying on the floor, with the pointed end of his sword “These pinpricks are useless.. “
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Wind carried the clouds to free the sun of her slavery…
As the sun light dazzles his sight, one wrong step carried him to a long fall from the cliff…
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And she woke up once again from the same dream… from echoes of the reality. “Why these dreams?” she asked quietly. Since her best friend has fallen in Mirkwood, all her dreams were blank. “Till now…” she thought, feeling angry of the man’s reckless acts and arrogance.
“How could he be so full of himself…” she wondered once again but then shook her head saying “It’s none of my business at all..”. He was like this from the first moment their paths crossed. “A lonely man who walks in his path on his way…” thought Meiva.
“I never asked for his company, he just walked into my life without asking, even saved my life which he didn’t need to and now he chooses to help Lady Sidvenel on her journey…“ she elf shrugged. “I did what I needed to do.. I warned him about the way and the mountain pass. The rest is up to them..”
She elf walked through the opening of her room. It wasn’t even dawn over the valley. “Too early to ride” she thought, pulling her long, soft sole, leather boots. Her fingers plaited the strands of her hair carelessly. And when she was ready to leave, took the note which was given to her a night before. A summon for Gwaeth-en-Cuvallorn, a call for them to meet in Echad Candelleth.
“Now..” she said in a soft voice “This is my path to take…”
