Turwaithio detected movement on the edge on his conciousness. Sitting up, he saw Arwen heading toward the trees. Pulling up the hood of his cloak to guard against the fresh rain, , he stood and followed to woman, frowning slightly.

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Arwen held tightly onto a tree branch, breathing in the cool forest air. It smelt like home. She looked around, her mind still fixed on the dream.

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Turwaithion stood a few yards behing Arwen, waiting for her to notice him. When he did not, he spoke quietly "Arwen. Are you alright?"

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Arwen turned slightly, seeing Turwaithion. She frowned. "Why did you follow me?" she said. She sighed then shook her head. "No. I'm not. I... had a dream. It was about a battle. Suffice to say, it has shaken me up a little." She looked away. "You don't need to worry about me."

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Deawen after falling asleep again in a new postion, her fingers resumed their twitching. After an hour or so Aerenel passed her nose over Deawen sneezing in the process jolting Deawen awake. SHe woke startled and flustered, it was raining and both her companions were gone. She sat up and stretched herself upright looking around with a silent yawn. " Arwen? Turwaition?" she called softly, she was wide awake now and skittish. She deicided to venture out for them. She followed a narrow path she took for a deer rut. It rounded corners sharper than a razor blade, through ense foliage. she suddenly came to a small creek, she glanced aroundand started like a startled mare. Across the creek was a man, atleast in his early twenties, but what Deawen found most interesting was the fact he was a human, not an elf or orc! He noticed her and stood up to his full height. Deawen was estatic she had never met another human before!
The man spoke first, " What is your name?" he asked Deawen in a tounge she didn't understand, the man jumped over the creek to her side. Deawen took a few steps back for measure. He towered above her, which was easy enough her being only five feet tall. She didn't regonise his armor for what is was, she was too concerned with the fact that he was human.

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Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

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Turwaithion sighed qiuetly" We have to look out for one another, Arwen. We are bound in this Fellowship. He sighed, louder this time, and leaned against the tree Arwen was holding on to "We're all here for you, pen tithen. If you want to talk later..." he shrugged, not bothering to complete the sentence. The sun was rising, casting the forest in grey and gold, the light refracting through the raindrops. His eyes flashed suddenly "Deawen... who?" he drew his sword and headed through the brush towards the human, shaking his head slowly.

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Anira sank into a restless sleep when the group had stopped at dawn. Her dreams were dark, consumed with battle and the spilling of blood. She could see their group caught in the mist of a siege, and in the mist of battle found herself separated from her companions, and always no matter where it started it always ended the same-in death. In her dream the image of her dead brother stood before her, always was he beyond her-completely untouchable amidst the carnage of a war-torn land. There he would stand before her with sad eyes. "Why do you do this Anira?" his ghostly voice would question from beyond. "Why do you fight? Is it for justice or a futile desire for revenge?" Anira instantly sat up, her golden locks clinging to her. Seeing that her companions were already up and about she quickly slipped undetected into the woods. Coming into the woods, she recognized Turwaithion’s voice though he spoke softly. She was about to join Turwaithion and Arwen when she noticed the man from the creek. Seeing Turwaithion head toward the man with sword drawn, Anira moved swiftly and silently through the woods to get a better shot at the man. When she was satisfied with her position she stood silently in the shadows and reached for a bow. With that she silently fitted an arrow into the weapon, ready to shoot if need be.

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Arwen followed the others towards the man, and unshouldered her bow, fitting it with an arrow. He was now surrounded. She glared at him, waiting for him to speak.

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suddenly as if from a dream forgotten Deawen understood the Man's words. She smiled slightly " Deawen" she answered with a coyish smile.
He smiled in return, " where do you come from?" he asked innocently enough but Deawen didn't understand the question her memory too long forgotten. " Come back with me!" he said suddenly grabbing Deawen's hand Deawen recoiled and tugged her arm free. "No I can't, My friends..." she paused searching for the words. " I go to an Elven King to help." she stumbled for the right words. THe man looked shocked or stunned. Then he laughed, " No you should come with me" he grabbed Deawen's hand again but with force. Deawen's reaction was swift, she tugged then spun around and knocked his feet out from under him. He still had ahold of her as he fell but Deawen used the heel of her boot to crush his hand, once free she fled the area like a hunted stag. She ran straight into Turwathion without thinking.

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Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Anira gritted her teeth angrily and let the arrow fly, purposely burying the arrow mere inches from the man's head. "Consider that shot a gift," she replied as she fitted another arrow into her bow. "The next one will not miss," as she stepped from the shadows with bow drawn. The nightmare she had before seemed to be all but forgotten. "Who are you and what business have you in these woods?" she questioned, her musical elven voice as hard as steel.

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Arwen darted forward. She aimed an arrow at the man's throat. "You'll not touch one member of our party," she warned, "or you'll find yourself in quite some trouble. Speak up."

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Turwaithion put a protective arm around Deawen's shoulders, and hefted his sowrd with his free arm "Answer, cur. Or I'll be forced to beg forgiveness of the Edian lords for killing one of ther number" he said, pressing his swordpoint to the man's chest

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The man was first startled that Deawen had compaions andthat they had come to her aid so quickly. Secondly they were all elves.
" These are my father's woods, I am out hunting!" he said in fear but he drew a last resort of dignity as he spoke. " I saw her and thought that she was alone, no maiden ever travels alone I thought maybe she should come back to my father's hall... I dind't know she had... friends." he explianed. Deawen was shaking even under Turwaithion's steady and protective brace, her fragile and simple mind and world had been shaken. It was her first encounter with her own kind and it turned to be a disaster. Before she could react the man had fled across the creek, intending to warn his father of their presence.

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Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Arwen shouldered her bow. "He's going to warn one of his people," she guessed. She swept the group with her bright blue gaze. "We should not linger here. It is obvious he does not like elves."

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Anira nodded as she shoulder her bow as well. "I agree," she said. "We can not risk another skirmish so soon. If we move swiftly, we may just elude his father's forces. We must get to our destination soon if we are to be of any service."

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Turwaithion nodded, sheathing his sword. He gave Deawen's shoulder a quick squeeze of reassurance, then headed for the clearing, leading the small woman by the hand "Whom, I wonder, would have a hall here? Thingol does not allow men in his service?" he mused

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