Leaning back against the trunk of red leafed tree in the garden of the little stone house he'd bought, Mornenion took a sip from his glass of wine. It was a beautiful night, to him. The sky was dark with brewing storm clouds, meaning the moon and the stars were hidden. It was almost like when he was young, in Dorwinion, where the light of the two trees did not reach. That is why he and his people are called the Avari, the Dark Elves, because they never saw the light of the two trees in their full power. Instead, they lived in the darkness, becoming so used to it than when Arien and Tilion took to the skies and brought light to the whole world, that it stunted the Avari and made them weaker, especially those who had been born to the darkness. That is why this night, when there was very little light about, Mornenion felt stronger and happier, because it felt more natural to him.
That was until a flash of lighting and then a few moments later, the boom of thunder sounded. In the distance, he heard several screams of scared Bree-landers in the homes nearby, as even though he'd gotten the most isolated place he could, he still had neighbours. Then, a large splash of rain landed on his forehead and then another and another as it started raining as if the seas had been poured down on top of the land. Mornenion was about to jump down from the tree when he paused, eyes widening and his brow furrowing. Another flash of lighting and another boom of thunder filled the skies and rain continued to pour down, soaking through the Avari's clothing, running through his long black hair that reached just past his shoulders as he hadn't tied it up and dripping from the tip of his nose as the water ran down his face.
A group of villagers ran past, cloaks raised over their heads as makeshift hoods to try and protect themselves from the rain. They muttered words that did not quite reach Mornenion's ears from this distances, with the heavy rain, strong winds and booms of thunders almost muffling all other noises. A leaf from the tree blew down and landed on Mornenion's cheek, sliding down a little because of the rain that wettened his skin. He wiped it away with a flick of his fingers and a sigh, looking up to the sky as another flash of lightning lit up the darkness, which made him squint, and boom of thunder that resounded around the homestead.
Then, a strong just of wind, which blew several more leaves from the tree, seemed to put all the lights out in the neighbours houses. Screams sounded once more, making it's way to Mornenion's ears past the sounds of the storm. Mornenion took a sip of his wine, then leaned his head back further to down the entire glass. He then rested the glass on a slightly higher branch, like placing it on a table.
Mornenion smirked, now looking out into the darkness that surrounded him, "Ā i gelir heria. Let the fun begin."
There were more flashes of lighting and booms of thunder, followed by screams. Screams that sounded more pained than fearful, though a mix of both. Mornenion scanned the darkness before him, feeling that something very powerful was about. He spotted a figure at the start of the path to his home, his ability to see in the dark meaning he could see the translucency of the figure, long hair down to it's waist and a curved sword.
"Maer hathol. Excellent blade." Mornenion called. He blink and then in the moment he felt a hand wrap around his ankle and pull. The Avari flew out of the tree, landing near on the other side of his garden, near the apple tree.
Mornenion, in shock and anger, quickly pulled himself to stand, feeling a slight ache in his limbs from being thrown so far. He looked about for the figure frantically, dark angry expression on his face.
"Erbaw nahtanin!" Mornenion shouts, in a strange slur of Elvish.
