Taming the Shrewish (Xhel)

[Teara]

Teara was riding. The horse beneath her was young and spirited. Wild with life. It was a dark grey- set to turn white like snow by it’s third year. It had taken Teara quite a few months to even have a saddle on the horse, let alone be sitting on the horse’s back and cantering around the field. The joy of riding for Teara, was the thrill of having no control. However, she was a merchant and she broke her horses into a way of discipline that they would always be loyal.

The horses had good sturdy lines, and were compatible with all sorts of weather. Thus, they had been bred to endure. As a merchant it was her job to keep the amount of steeds prepared for any means at all aspects of the year. Therefore her mob was quite a large one. Roughly a few hundred horses, which roamed in large fields and paddocks she and her father had built a few years ago.

The black horse was getting feisty below the rein and by this time Teara believed she had worked the young spirit enough for the day. She dismounted, and began walking the horse to cool it off a bit. It did not take her long to untack the young spirited filly, and allow her back out with the small mob that was lingering around.

It was always an enjoyable experience- because no horse was ever the same. They were like humans with different personalities. Teara’s horse was one for solitude and rather an outsider from the rest of the mob. He was a small but sturdy little stallion- a dark bay with a white star on his face. He was quite furry to- but that was because it had been cooler months.

Teara pulled her golden brown locks into a braid, before she slowly began to single out the next horse she would work with. The mob she had here were those she was breaking in- and would be ready for the sales in a few months time. By then she’d be preparing more horses at well. The wind was lowing softly, the grass was moving in the plains.

A perfect day.

[Xhel]

A lone rider could be seen off in the distance. Both the rider and the horse were leaning forward, trying to reach the horse's maximum speed. The galloping horse left a trail of dust in her wake, which seem to please the rider. She; the horse was seemingly approaching the horse mob at an almost unreal speed. The elven rider saw this, not that he cared. If the horses weren't well tamed it had the chance of causing a stampede of horses. Assuming they would run in the opposite direction... it at the least would be entertaining. But to his displeasure the mod didn't; instead his horse had come to a sudden stop nearly launching the elf off her back. Luckily for his sake, he had managed to hold on. "Good girl." He said patting the black stallion on its neck. Xhel treated his horse nightshade like a dog, he had treated all of his 'pets' as if they were a loyal canine.

The elf frowned, they weren't surrounded by horses. There was just a rather large mob of them in front of him. But he had expected that at the least. He quickly scanned the area around him, just a large number of horses. Not too far behind the mob, there was a stable surrounded by paddocks. The elf then glanced down at the rough leather bag he had been holding the whole time. It was safe to assume he had outmaneuvered his followers.

[Teara]

Teara was walking towards the horses she would begin working for the rest of the afternoon. They were flighty yearling with barely any common sense- to have them disrupted now… when she would leave in a few days to sell the three year olds would be a disaster. Her mother wasn’t capable of taking care of horses that were so young. Yes, her mother loved horses- but only her big Clydesdale she used for working the fields and moving the cart about. There was no way in the whole world of Arda that she’d be able to take care of the colts and fillies by herself.

Teara looked up seeing the horses in the west paddock suddenly lift their heads and prick their ears in the same direction. It didn’t bother it if it was one or two of the three year olds… but when it was basically the entire mob- she began to worry. She turned towards the West paddock, and as she made her way over there she could see a cloud of dust. It couldn’t be one of those pesky neighbours causing trouble again- she’d already confronted them and their parents. A good threatening had kept them away for a few months now… they couldn’t just suddenly come back without thinking about what she had said before.

Slowly the dust cleared away, and Teara could make out a black horse. Gah… pathetic! It must be a traveller. It wouldn’t be Bridie- Bridie was a friend and knew better. Bridie never rode either… so that cancelled the traveller Teara knew out. So it was a newbie. She saw the horse come to a flying stop just outside the paddock boundary. Luckily the three year olds hadn’t tried too outrace the black horse- they could have gotten hurt- and there would go her purse for the winter. She made a dash towards the paddock. She was angry with this stranger- obviously he would have had at least some common sense and seen the paddocks and known horses were here- after all it wasn’t covered by forest. It was plain fields!!

“What are you doing you fool!” she growled angry at the stranger, who seemed happy at himself. She made sure his horse had seen her- she knew horses and knew they could be protective of their masters and could be pretty flighty, “You could have cost me my entire winter purse! How dare you!” she yelled angrily. It was obvious she wasn’t the most friendliest person. Her body language, her words, her tone of voice and her eyes showed this to him. As she looked at him she could tell he was an elf- by his ears. Great an immortal fool!

She leapt over the fence- she had constructed and dashed through the paddock like a fox towards the stranger. He may have lived longer then her- but that should mean he would have some common sense. Wasn’t he suppose to be sailing the sea or something to Valinor? Oh well, that didn’t matter. What mattered was he saw some sense to all of this.

[Xhel]

(Still have writer's block )
Xhel continued to pat his horse on the neck, while lost in thought. What are you doing fool! You could have cost me my entire winter purse! How dare you!” There was somebody yelling at him, disturbing his moment of thinking. Nightshade his horse turned to look at Teara. She flared her nostrils at the woman, and stomped her feet a number of times. While Nightshade was a very protective horse she wouldn't run away only if necessary. She a more aggressive horse and would most likely get physical before running.Oops did I almost do that? He thought sarcastically to himself. "This is your horse mob?" The elf grinned while moving aside a loose strand of hair. "Well please accept my deepest apologies, I thought these horses were wild." He said lying with a sarcastic tone. She most likely knew he was lying, but quite frankly he did not care. Lying was fun, even if the lie was not successful. Few things brought more joy to the elf then lying blatantly into somebody's face.

The elf let out a sigh before dismounting his horse. It was then he realized he hadn't eaten for about a day. Not that it bothered him too much, he could go much longer without eating before it began to bother him. He was worried about his horse. The elf bowed as if she was somebody of importance, half out of courtesy the other half mockery. The elf stood upright, "My horse..." He patted her on the back comforting, the snarling came to an end. "She is hungry, She needs food." He wouldn't ask her if she had food, Xhel already knew she did. "I will buy some from you, If I must."

[Teara]

(Nawww… you can always try cutting grass with scissors…)

“Of course it is my mob, you fool!” she glared at elf. They may think they were higher then men, but she would give him a piece of her mind and set his butt right, “Seriously, there are barns and fences. How can they be wild? You must be some dupe to not have realized that. You’re an elf for Arda’s sake, and you are suppose to have better sight then us mortals-- and you did not see the barn! You idiot!”

If anyone of the horses was injured he’d be paying for it. She wouldn’t let him go lightly- even if he hadn’t done anything. She’d give him a nice comment that he could ponder over… so that he might have some decency to think before he intruded on someone else’s land. She placed her hands on her hips, while he stepped into an apology. False. She was no fool, and could tell when an apology really wasn’t meant. She caught his sarcastic tone, and glared at him with bitter distaste.

She was aware of the black horse- whom was slightly protective of elf. All elven horses were known for this. She was conscious that the horse was a little upset and worn out- sweat laced the horses body. The elf dismounted and bowed.

She groaned and rolled her eyes. Another pretence. This was perhaps the first elf she had met… and she was beginning to dislike him more then he could probably see in her eyes. He touched his horse, and her snorting came to an end- it wasn’t as reassuring as he might have hoped. Although he may own and be master of this horse, it still had a will of its own… and no elf would be able to stop it from anything that might get into its mind.

“Oh, so now you expect my hospitality? My generosity?” she said with a sarcastic tone, “.. and you expect money will buy this?” she laughed in his face and turned to the paddock of horses and leapt over the fence in a quick stride. She’d check them. If he wanted to persist then so be it… she wasn’t one for giving in. Even if it was a horse.

The food she had here, was for her horses and hers alone. No strangers! Especially no incompetent fools who could have cost her the money for the winter, “If you want lodgings.. Food and a stable for your horse,” she called after herself, “… Edoras is a few days ride,” she turned around and gave him a mock bow, “May your journey be long.. And terrible,” she stood back up-right and turned to one of the horses which approached her… looking for some food that she might be carrying.

[Xhel]

"Your mob....?" He had a dumbfounded look on his face. It was fake, but convincing at the least. He then gestured his hand to the north and east, also looking in that direction. "But there were no fences in that direction........" Xhel bluffed, hiding a grin rather well. " Do you not fear your mob running away? You should at least finish what work you've started. " He then looked back at Teara and folded his arms while shaking his head. "I swear you humans..." The elf did not use the terms mortal and immortal. To him anything that could be kill was mortal... Which really narrowed down the list, to the earth itself which was never alive in the first place. The elf assumed the Valar could be killed, after all they had been at least physically injured in the past.

The elf on the other hand liked the woman. It was not because she was headstrong, it wasn't because of her personality. It was the fact she was feisty and easily frustrated. People like her made life rather entertaining, when a few simple words could cause somebody to become angry it made the elf feel giddy inside.

"Yes I do." He said smiling kindly at her response. "Did I not apologize? Is it not the thought that counts?" It was a rhetorical question, he was being difficult with the woman. "How can a horse lover like you deny such a fine specimen of horse food." The elf moved to Nightshade's side and threw his arm over the horse's neck. Under her master's comfort the horse became rather calm, and appeared almost kind. He moved his right hand to the horses head and gestured it. "Just look at her!"

Xhel expected her to deny his request. But he did not expect it in that manner. He gave her a stern look, and gritted his teeth. "Oh big mistake." Xhel let out a little chuckle, before quickly mounting his horse. The elf shook his head before shrugging his shoulders. He quickly pulled back on the horses reins, sending her onto her two back feet. He then slightly kicked the elf sending her into a quick run, right by Teara launching dirt and grass at her. Nightshade in a single stride jumped over the fence and broke into a gallop.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A handful of hours later~~~~~~~~~~

It was the dead of night and a number of human voices could be heard outside mumbling to each other. If one listened closely they seemed to be arguing until one of the men let out a sigh. The same man approached Teara's home and gave it a loud knock. "In the name of the King, Open this door this instance." He obviously wasn't patient, he seemed to want to get his current task out of the way as quickly as possible.

[Teara]

Persistence was probably a delightful attribute in ones character, too many. However in Teara’s perspective it wasn’t worth the trouble. Only beasts required that when they were being tamed- and the trust of men were being handed over. This elf, however had barely any sense of when he was welcome and when he wasn’t.

She simply shrugged ignoring all his sadistic and sardonic remarks. Elves! Thought they were the top of the world, just because they were immortal. Sheesh! Some of them needed to learn how to respect others. She would have gladly fed the black steed- however, she was low on feed for her own horses. Even if she had given him food for money- her horses would have starved until she next went into town and could order some.

As she strolled across the paddock, she heard him groan in his own frustration- knowing that she was basically the cause of it. She just waved goodbye. Treat her like crap… and she’d treat him like crap. That was the way the world rolled- the quicker he learnt that, the quicker he’d probably make friends- other then horses.

For the rest of the afternoon, she worked with the horses she would be seeling the next week. She made sure they were all prepared. That none were ill, none were out of character or have any other dilemmas. The mob seemed good- and she was content. Although she still burned like fire from the encounter, she just carried on with her work.

Later that afternoon, after everything had been set she returned home to help her mother. This usually consisted of washing, fixing, cleaning, cooking, tending the veggie patch and all other necessities to continue their survival. Her mother was to strung with age that she was barely capable of doing these things by herself- and while Teara took care of the horse- the old woman would rest by the fire… knitting or sleeping.

Later that night, Teara heard the commotion of people wander down towards her house. If they were drunken lards she’d set the dogs on them. Oh yes! They had dogs… vicious dogs if necessary. She lit a candle, from where she sat by the fire- where her mother slept and wandered over to the door.

It was then that a loud knock and a voice rattled at the door- claiming it was the King’s men. What on earth did they want at this hour? She quickly made her way to the door and opened it. The dark figures lightened by the candle she held. She didn’t give them a surprised look, nor did her face show any emotion or sign of the ache in her bones.

“Good evening men, what can I do for you?” Obviously she wasn’t the patient type either- and would rather get straight to point then waste her time on formalities. She leaned up against the door, eyeing each individual like Bridie had taught her. Even if they claimed to be within the royal squads- barely ever trust them. Keep your eyes firm on them, and never move them from those who stand before you. They could be enemies in disguise.

[Xhel]

(Sorry about the bad post, I couldn't word my thoughts correctly. School is leaving me brain dead )
The guards continued to talk quietly among each other. "Well.. I don't think you should say that. The King himself has not order-" A what seemed to be a more shy guard spoke, before another interrupted him. "Of course he didn't order us himself but would he not at all cost help find the fugitive." He retorted, followed by a murmur of agreement by his companions.

The guardsmen speaking with Teara, tried to glance inside the home. "We have reason to believe you are housing a dangerous fugitive." He paused, the woman had the reason to be slightly suspicious... but... "If not, we know he has broken into your house." The guardsmen squinted his eyes, still trying to peak within the house. "Let us in immediately, this elf is supposedly dangerous." He slipped by a hand signal to the other guardsmen. On cue they stood alert, eying the door. "You might find it hard to believe that there is an elf within your house hold but we pursued the elf to this location... He abandon his horse an approached the household. Then he disappeared, we searched the premises and have come to the decision he is within your home." They were using rather reasonable logic. The elf was no where in site, he had disappeared from their sight after taking a turn around the house, and they had yet to find him. His white hair and cloak would of made the elf stuck out, but they had yet to see him.

The guard speaking to Teara grabbed the door and pulled lightly, trying to open it. If he had to, he would use force. There was by no means a single women would stop all six of them.

Xhel lied down on his back looking up at the stars, enjoying his moment of peace. It was ironic how a man like him could appreciate peace when he was the cause of a lot chaos. While it did not make much sense, the elf didn't mine. He ears almost perked quite like a dogs as he heard men conversing among themselves. He grinned, moving quietly crouching. His step so silent, he couldn't hear himself moving. The elf moved closer to the men, they were talking about him. This made the elf smile, he had an above view of the guardsmen. None of which he recognized.

[Teara]

(Don’t worry. Everyone has their off days/weeks… however long. Mainly because of school.. Lol )

Teara watched the guards with every caution necessary. One of them looked fairly determined- where the rest seemed as though they couldn’t be bothered, and that is was only by the obligations and fealty they had sworn to the King of Rohan that they were here.

She folded her arms across her chest, as they explained their reasons for being present and disturbing her at this hour. She rolled her eyes- knowing precisely of who they were speaking about. However, she was more then sure he had not ventured into her house. He had ridden off but a few hours ago. He didn’t look dangerous… and he hadn’t abandoned his horse- he had still be on a horse when he was here last. Well, looks could be deceiving.

As one of the guards tried to push through, Teara quickly stood in his way, “I know of who you speak of. The fellow disturbed me a few hours past- and nearly wounded a mob of my horses. He has since left, I believe heading to Edoras, as I wouldn’t supply his horse for feed.”

She looked at their expressions. They probably wouldn’t believe this story- many people who harboured fugitives probably said the exact same thing as she just had. But she would never have allowed that elf in her own personal space- especially when her mother was coming down with an illness… and she certainly didn’t want a mob of terrorising guards slandering through to place to rattle her nerves. The last time they’d done that, they had taken her father away to war. Well, not taken really. He’d chosen to go.

“I don’t harbour renegades in this house- especially those who nearly cost me an entire winter’s payment,” she grumbled, “I’d allow you in, but my mother is ill and taken with fever. For any of you to enter in here now- it would most likely weaken her, kill her even.”

That excuse probably wouldn’t do either. No budges, they wanted in- but they were not going to get in. Fugitive or not. She continued to stand in their way- not moving for them or showing any sign of weakness. She sighed, “However, I bid you take positions up around my property and keep lookout for this man you believe is hiding here. Until my mother is in better condition- I will not allow anyone in the house. Not even the King’s army.”

[Xhel]

Xhel continued to look down at the so called guardsmen. He squinted his eyes. "We found him heading to wards Edoras... We chased him in this direction.. This elf has a rather large sum on his head. He robbed a tax man and" Xhel grinned, it was an entertaining thirty seconds of his life. "Murdered his guards." Lies! He thought to himself. The elf looked closely, there had been guards but he had distracted them. He looked at each of the men's faces. No he didn't recall any of them, only the one who seemed to be their leader. "Bandits!" The elf shouted loudly at the group leaping down from the roof top a dagger in hand. Their armor had dents in it large holes where there should of been gashes. He hadn't noticed it until the moon light reflected off their armor. Xhel was posed, ready to strike in mid air as he leaped downward, in such a position where he would attack before landing. The elf slashed at the shy one's throat, his corpse dropping to the floor before the elf hit the ground to only roll forward and stand up.

His back was facing the guardsmen, the elf smirking to himself. Oh how and he loved the thrill of battle. With one hand he pushed aside his white cloak, revealing his two swords. Xhel drew both, and turned to face the so called guardsmen.. each of them armed. The head guardsmen turned to look at Teara, a smirk on his face. "Woman his bounty split in tenths is more than what you can make off your horses. Half of it will go to you, if we catch him alive."

Xhel glanced at the woman, and then at his opponents. He smirked, taking one step forward unexpectedly. The guardsmen shuffled back away from. He sheathed his swords beckoning the men to make a move. They wouldn't budge. "No? What a shame." Xhel flicked both his wrist down wards at once, two silver daggers appearing in his hand.

[Teara]

Teara rolled her eyes- whether this bandit was here or not she wanted nothing to do with it. She was rather the seclusion type. She liked her solitude… and this, this was just getting pathetic and annoying. The whole situation… bloody some type of guards they were. Really, there was an entire entourage of them-these soldiers/guards… whatever you call them… enough for the King’s army and still they hadn’t been able to capture this one measly elf.

Some heroes they were.

Then the elf bounded out from the darkness, from somewhere over their heads. So, he had been watching the whole show until he thought it was the appropriate time to make an entrance. Teara was still standing at the door, but she didn’t move. She wasn’t frightened- just didn’t want her mother to walk outside to see what all the fuss was about. So she held the door closed.

She didn’t offer any assistance to either the elf or the guards… just watched as they slowly fell to the elf’s technique. This was truly and completely out of her routine and the last thing she wanted to be doing was cleaning up the leftovers.

Finally the elf stopped- waiting for someone to pounce on him- but the pathetic fools wouldn’t advance. What kind of courage and bravery did they call that? Seriously. She glared at every single one of them.. Including the elf, with a look of discontent.

“You are all trespassing!” she hissed, “Fugitive or not.. King’s guards or not.. This is none of business- settle it elsewhere!”

That was just a distraction, as she slowly moved towards the elf, her eyes attaching to his movemeets- already having studied them, “If I have to clean up after you… again tonight… so god help me- I’ll slice your belly open and watch those wretched and dismal guts of yours seep out!”

She was in no mood to have her peace disturbed. She’d call for the dogs soon- and if one of them were hurt… well, they person that hurt them would want to run… very…. Very…


Very…

Fast.

[Xhel]

Xhel quickly glanced at the women, who went onto a small rant. He half paid attention to his words, it made him grin. " My guts Eh? But then wouldn't you have to clean up more? Damn women... So confusing." He said while managing to never let the guardsmen out of his sight. "Are you ready to dance?" Xhel asked smiling. The elf broke into a mad dash at the men, as he shuffled the daggers within his hands. He smirked wildly as he approached the men whom concentrated on preparing to deflect the throwing daggers. The men almost seemed to cower behind one, whom stood forward shield and sword at hand. He hurled one dagger at the man's face, who in response lifted his shield in protection. The dagger bounced off harmlessly to his satisfaction.
There was then a sharp pain in his belly, one that seemed to deteriorate his insides and burned with the heat of a blacksmith's stove. He dropped his weapon, placing his hand on the location of the pain. He glanced down wards before removing his hand. The other dagger in his gut, Xhel had thrown the second one seconds after the first, aiming much lower. "Clever elf." He dropped onto his knees, with what appeared to be a smirk. The man wasn't dead, at least not now. The dagger was only a couple inches into him, without medical attention he would die... just not at the moment.

The other guardsmen all four including the captain whom still stood by the door rushed the elf. Xhel had not spared a second to draw both his swords, with only one eye at work he was surprisingly visually aware of his surroundings. The captain rushed at his side, the elf seemed to glide out of the way. Sticking his foot in front of the captain. As the guardsmen tripped, he gave a good hit on the man's back with his hilt which was needless to say painful. The elf payed attention the others, the closest one literally a couple feet away. He slashed his sword at the elf's shoulder which on command almost seemed to dislocate its self along with the elf leaning back the sword missed by inches. There was a smirk as the shoulder appeared to pop back into place, a popping sound went along it. In battle obviously few if any opponents would noticed the elf's flexibility. Quite effortlessly Xhel swung his sword into the man's side, his other sword moved up to parry an opponents weapon.

There was a spark of light, as the weapons clashed together. It was for a split second a battle of strength, the guard trying to give his last companions the advantage. Xhel wouldn't allow it, with the man to his left, he swiped his sword to the right while twisting his body to the right bringing it almost completely around, allowing him to swipe at the man's unprotected left side, while still holding the man's weapon at bay. It could be an eye treat to watch the elf fight. He used unorthodox tactics, not that he had to. He preferred not fighting by the rules. The elf turned his back into placed, not to his satisfaction a guardsmen standing in front of him slashed down wards at the elf. He rolled to the side, the blade cutting skin off the edge of his forearm. The elf stood up, dropping one of his weapons in pain. Xhel yelled out all type of curses, many of those made up by himself known all to himself.

Getting wounded in battle, made the elf very angry. He wouldn't allow it without consequence of death, which of course they were about to receive anyways. He slashed vertically at the man, his weapon cutting into the man's shoulder. As the man fell, he gave him a good kick in the face. The last soldier whom was neither dead or on the floor dying, looked around paranoid. Looking for some sort of scapegoat. Nothing, he dropped his weapon and ran away in his fear. Xhel let out a sigh of annoyance. He leaned his body back, and then flung his sword forward. There was a thump, ending with the result he wanted.

The elf knelled down, picking up his sword and sheathing it. A man laid on the floor clenching his shoulder, he simply gave him a good kick in the face before turning to the other with a dagger in his gut. The two moaned in pain. "I'm sorry but thats mine." He knelt down, and grabbed his dagger. Xhel pulled it out a bit, before yanking the dagger out of the man who grunted in pain. The elf grabbed his other dagger and placed them accordingly to their spots. The elf turned to look over his shoulder. "Oh yeah... I'm sure the vultures will clean this up for you... At least for the most part." Xhel didn't smirk, he simply stood up and gave the very much alive captain a stomp in the back making sure he stayed down. Quickly he walked forward to grab his other sword.

[Teara]

Why did the males always have to fight? Couldn’t they brandish their swords and simply talk instead of causing such a mutiny. Teara heard her elderly mother mumble in her sleep- with all this commotion it was a wonder that she didn’t wake from her slumber. Teara was tempted to bring out the dogs- or even bring out her own weapon. She’d been taught the basics by a traveller that she would house here on the occasion- but she still wasn’t the best at it.

The elf had talent- that was for sure. He was fast, sneaky and sly. Like a fox after her chickens. But even a fox could be outsmarted and chanced upon my a pack of dogs. Teara didn’t move from the door- she was just stuck watching this little scene enfolding out before her. Why of all places in Rohan did this little shenanigan have to take place on her front door step!

She could feel anger boiling in her own hands. Her frustration and annoyance were probably exposed more then they usually were- but then again some people might just mistake it to be her character anyone. So what did it matter? When the fighting came to an end.. And the elf ended it with a few sly comments of his own- and began going towards his sword, Teara took her chance.

She moved towards the place where his sword was- blocking it from his reach. She’d take it up if she had to. She then whistled- and the whistle brought out a cry from a mob of dogs around the back. They were not small dogs either- they were wolfhounds and there was about three of them. They were vicious when they needed to be… and if this had to be one of those times… then so be it.

“One more step little elf,” she hissed, “And I will remove your weapon and use it against you!” They way she had moved so swiftly, and had blocked Xhel from his weapon would probably remind him of someone in particular- because after all someone he knew had taught her these ways. Bridie had been like an older sister to Teara- and had taught her as much as she could in the small amount of time she spent with her.

[Xhel]

Xhel grimaced, his arm was bothering him just a bit. He would have to clean it, before it became infected. The enemy sword by no means looked clean. The elf continued to casually walk away, until the woman stood in front of him. He blinked twice in disbelief as she whistled for her dogs. "What are you doing woman? Why are you trying to be difficult." He gripped the hilt of his sword, the elf shook his head as he heard the dogs bark. I only need one sword to kill her, he thought to himself. Hell he could most likely do it with a dagger at that. "Do you even know to use one of those things?" The elf leaped back two feet. He had known few people this ignorant. The majority of them he disliked, which left maybe two or three that he was fond of. Bridie had been of them, for the most part he looked forward to their meetings.

"I can kill you before your dogs arrive..... Why are you doing this..... All I want- Correction need is my sword and then I'll leave you in peace forever." He bit his lip. Maybe not forever. "Your young, do you really want to die at such an early age..... Do you really want to leave your sickly mother alone to die." He pulled his blade out a bit, revealing a bit of metal the majority of it still in the sheath though. "Unless.... You think you can best me in combat." He stopped talking before taking in a deep breathe. "You have five seconds to move out of the way before I gut you like a pig." He said angry. Chances were if he did kill her Bridie would be angry, unfortunately Xhel did not know their relationship and chances were the woman would not know that he killed Teara.

[Arwen]

(Yes- was to lazy to post with my other character. I'll fix it up laters.)

“Oh! Shut up with that physiological crap elfie… It won’t work with me!” she hissed. Giving the elf a pet name made her feel more dominant. More intimidating. She was pretty strong willed when she wanted to be- but it wasn’t always the best thing for her. What she wanted now was for this elf to leave her alone.. Clean up his mess and go. Or she could kill him…

Teara hated violence. She always had. She had lost her father to it- or so she supposed. It wasn’t pleasant to be left taking care of this place at such a young age and then have your mother crippled so she was unable to help. When you were the only one running the show- it was very exhausting work. The last thing you wanted was some psycho elf on your doorstep killing all the guards in the area.

Great! More for her to do.

“I might not be able to best you in a duel,” she admitted openly, “But I’d be able to hold you off before my dogs get here and then what would become of you? Scraps for my dogs to eat? Hmm… I like that. I like that idea very much.”

She retrieved his sword, ignoring the fact that he was trying to scare her off with showing off a bit of his blade. The one she now held was covered in blood from the battle- but it didn’t bother her. At some stages during the seasons she’d be up to her elbows in placenta- nothing really bothered her much these days.

“Your choice Elfie. Clean this mess up… all the soldiers lying here and there, and leave. Or become food for my dogs to eat. Your call.”

She liked being upfront and showing her dominance. She wouldn’t back down to anyone. She was very persistent and he’d probably come to realise that. Her anti-social behaviour was more then likely evident- especially towards the front approach she had to anyone that came near her.

“You have caused me a fair bit of trouble today, and hell you’re causing more every minute you’re here. So hurry up and choose!”