Valar Guild's Guild-Wide Story
Part Two
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in leather jerkins, for mobility and agility were more important to them
than the burdening protection of any heavy armour.
Meneltir was relieved to see that his sister Tilindë
was not among the wounded, as she was running alongside Drondin and teasing
him as usual.
“You will warn every Orc in the vicinity of our approach,
Drondin, watch your big clumsy feet.” Drondin tried to mutter a defence about
nobody being able to avoid every branch on the ground, but as always when
Tilindë was involved, his face turned a bright shade of red and his
habitual valiance was turned to grit. Tilindë had that effect on Drondin
- and not only on him.
Tilindë, daughter of Nuin the Learned, could both
outwit and outrun any of their group. Combining magnificent beauty and a
razor-sharp mind, she was the joy and sparkling centre of their little community.
And of course, it was Tilindë who noticed them first.
At her sign, Meneltir ordered the group to a halt. Carefully, they approached
the small group of trees that had caught the elven girl’s attention.
“Hail Hisildi, put away your weapons, for you have encountered
friends.” Behind the words appeared a sturdy man, dressed in wolf pelts,
and behind him came others like him.
“If you are searching for these Orcs whose trail you seem
to have been following, I can tell you that your hunt has come to an end.
We fell upon them this morning, and they are no more. Not even one escaped
to tell their dark master of their fate.”
“That is indeed good news, Atani. But before we discuss
this matter any further, maybe proper introductions are in order. It is clear
by your speech, that you are of the people of Elmon and Elmir, the fathers
of the Atani who were taught by my father during the first days of the Sun.
Am I right in assuming this? Anyway, before you stands Meneltir, son of Nuin.”
At these words the weathered face of the man turned into
a pleasant grin. “It is good to meet Hisildi, and especially those akin to
the great Nuin, Father of Speech, in these vicinities. Surprising it is as
well, for according to our legends Nuin and all of his people went to live
with Tuvo the Wizard in the west of Palisor, near the Great Lake. It is told
that there they were ambushed by these fire-demons who are alleged to be
undefeatable, and that they were slain by them.
"But before you stands Beotir, and indeed we are of the
branch of Elmir, and we know the Hisildi to be our friends and the Dark Lord
in the North of the West to be our enemy. To him is the night.”
“Well met, Beotir. These demons are known by the name
of Balarogar, none can hope to stand before them, and aye, part of what you
said may be sooth. To us this is not a legend, but a rumour. Alas, we don’t
know the fate of Nuin my father, and even less we know of what befell the
wizard called Tuvo. Those occurrences are hidden from us, not only by years,
for Nuin did not take his people with him. Before going west himself, he
sent us hither to the east of Palisor.”
“The night is not Melkor’s,” proclaimed Tilindë’s
bright voice, “the stars are at night and they are Varda’s, and the moon
contains the light of the Tree of Valinor. It is true that the creatures
of the darkness avoid the light of the Sun, but the night does not belong
to them nor to their master.”
“Thus we were taught, lady,” Only a slight frown indicated
that Beotir was not accustomed to women speaking their mind thus freely.
“But it is hard to remember lessons when it is always at night
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