Where will you go Melody? (Open)

[Melody]

(This is set in just before the time of the lord of the rings. When Gandulf was still looking for the ring and had met Aragron. He made Aragron try to find where the being Gollom was. I am starting this topic just about in Bree. I am going to play as Melody see my profile on the dark elf with a bad past.)

I walked through the forest, remembering my bad past. It hurt you know. I felt it all their eyes on me. But I knew they didn't know. I could hear footsteps following me. I still had my weapons from the past, the same that had spilled the blood of what I called my kin. The smell of blood in my memory is what it takes for me to feel ill. The sound is getting closer and I stop. My human adopted mother once told me to live my life the way I want. So my way is something more of that like most other woman. I hate fighting and I hate killing. But I know I have to at times. I have lost the sound of the footsteps and look up to see a figure looking back at me.

At frist I looked at this person. I had place my hand behind my back where my Chain scythe was. Unsure if the person was friend or foe. And so I waited for the being before to speak. I could hear his breathing and hoped he to be friend. I woundered if he knew about the dark elves. And if he knew of my story. I couldn't every well hide my cross shape scar. And I knew most who looked at me would wounder why an elf would have a scar. As seeing that most scars for the elves fade away and are gone.

[Thranduil]

(Hope this is ok for a start lol)

Sharkhûn, the werewolf, had been released from Dol-Guldur by Sauron's Lieutenant, 'The Dark Easterling', Ringwraith and oppressive master of Sharkhûn. He had no idea of the world outside except for the deep darks of southern Mirkwood. He knew nothing of the Rings of Power, White council, Hobbits and Elf-friends. He was a spy and tracker, senses keen as night under the canopy, like a shifting shadow he was loosed upon the world for the first time.

He followed the scent of someone special in the eye of the Dark Lord Sauron, though the spells upon her were now broken and she wondered free once more...

He traveled by night and found shelter in daytime in any nook or thicket he could make his own. The fifth night came and brought no sight of her; but before dawn he caught scent of someone else, though not mingled with her own.

Perhaps she was being followed, or hunted by some other creature...

[Melody]

I look at him and notice something about him. He is not human nor is a hobbit like the ones I have seen while I once spied. Yes I often watch others and so badly want to be like them. This man before me he has worn travel clothes much like my own. And he has such dark eyes. The bad memory's I have come rushing back. And yet I hold my tears at bay. I have no need to cry and I will not wish it on anyone.

He steps closer and the light shines onto his learn face. A whips of blond hair catches my eyes as I look at him. For a moment I think I know him but it is gone. Then I see his weapon is a bow and arrow. Is he an archer? He ,must be to carry a bow. He then speaks "who are you my lady? And who gave you leave to wander our woods?" He asks and my eyes narrow a little. His woods? Who in the hell owns woods? That silly male really I tell you woods and nature are meant to be shared are they not? I smile somewhat coldly it would seem. Then I reply a little out of boredom, "No one I come and go as I like" He seems to be angry at that but he doesn't shoot like I thought he would.

[Thranduil]

At last, Sharkhûn, could spy his prey. She was confronted by an Elf-male of the northern woods perhaps, a ranger or border warden by the look of him.

Curse his golden locks!

Sharkhûn, made sneak to the edge of their meeting but remained out of sight and stayed down wind of any breezes that may betray him. He had been taught by his Master, Khamûl, that the noses of elves are as keen as his own in their own realm. He waited and watched.

They spoke the Common tongue and this was lucky for the Werewolf who knew naught of Elvish. It became clear that the two did not know each other...

I do not want to take them both on! I will wait and see what happens first...

[Melody]

Melody soot there waiting for this male elf to say something. She already knew he didn't trust her. Her kind by most if not all elf kind never have trusted the dark elf's. She didn't know why nor did she care. Melody held her chain scythe tight keeping her hands behind her back. The male elf saw this and his eyes darkened. Just what was she hiding he wondered. Then to said,

"That is not a good reply. Surely you must have a name. And what are you hiding behind your back milady?" He asked her and she sighed knowing that it was not good to even try and say she had nothing when she was hiding her weapon. Melody's mithril eyes shone as she said to the male elf. "I do have a name sir but I am not sure that I should tell you for you have not gave me your name" The male elf nodded to her for to him it seemed reasonable. She continued. "As for what I have behind my back I have only my chain scythe" now to the male elf he had not heard of the weapon itself.

Melody didn't trust this elf. But she never has been able to trust. As the elf readied his bow she used her chain scythe and in moments he was dead and she was covered in his blood. She felt like she didn't have full control when she killed him but she didn't cry about it. She placed her chain scythe back in her holder on her back. Then she walked away. Seeing as there was no more of his kind coming she felt that it didn't matter.

[Thranduil]

From the thick undergrowth, Sharkhûn, could smell the blood of the elf-man and was perhaps surprised to see the sudden use of weapons. He would feast on his remains when she was gone and then take up her trail again soon after... It was good to see one of the immortals perish; their time was over, the age of the Orc and Warg would begin and all would worship Sauron, true King and master of all Middle-earth.

There was one thing that troubled the werewolf:

I cannot defeat her and take her back while she holds that weapon in hale hands. I must somehow loose it from her grasp... but then the Dark-powers will not wait over long for their prize... this could get messy...

The sun would rise soon enough and it seemed that to drag the carcass to a dark place of refuge would be the next move. For now he remained still and out of sight. Perhaps he would wait for his brothers to catch-up before he made his move, though that would mean sharing the rewards of a successful mission...

[Melody]

Melody unaware of the danger puts her blade away. She starts to walk off leaving the dead male elf. As she walks she starts to hum a really sad tune. She is unaware that the dark lord wants her alive to re carry out her plan. But seeing as she has forgotten, yet she has forgotten her past. She doesn't care and continues to walk ever on.

She can hear the birds singing as she walks humming her sad tune. The leaves make a noise under her feet. She stops at a tree and learns back on it. Her eyes blank and they close slightly. One could say she was somewhat out of place as she learns on the tree. She has no care in the world. This much anyone at a first glance would notice.

[Thranduil]

A Werewolf will often plot his next move whilst he eats. When active at night they only stay still long enough to think while feeding, which is often only every few days or so. Sharkhûn, had waited silently until the Dark-Elf had gone and then dragged the body away. The Elven tune stuck in his head and however sad it was, it was enough to make the devouring of the carcass seem less inviting, welcome though the feast would be.

After death the spirit of any elf will leave the body; its housing, and leave carrion the same as any creature: but Werewolves will only eat elven flesh once it is gone stone cold. Humans were another matter entirely. Sharkhûn, would wait until morning for his prize and pick up the Avarin's scent at first dark...

Close to dusk the sound of howling was in the air. A call to the hunt from a place not too far distant.

It sounds like Rûshakh, my brother...

Sharkhûn, devoured as much of the corpses as was possible in seven bites and was gone into the night. It wouldn't do to miss out on this bounty and it would be worse to see Rûshakh with all the spoils. The very thought of it filled his eyes with a ravenous hunger for the trail and all else passed him by...

[Melody]

Melody walked until it was dead night. She was still humming the sad song, when she came to a lovely waterfall. She was now covered in dry blood and looked at the water fall thinking if she should take a nice bath. And maybe wash her clothes.

She had her bath while no one was there and washed her clothes. She had packed clean clothes as well. She now wore them as they was the same as her other clothes. She sat at the waterfall drying her wet hair. The moon was full and shone on her lovely dark elf beauty.

[Thranduil]

Rûshakh and Sharkhûn, met at midnight and although they greet each other as any wolf-kind may, they kept the clamour to a minimum. They had their mission to consider. The keen ears of Rûshakh could hear the flow of water and he told his brother of the waterfall nearby...

" The Elf Witch swims in the waters: how shall we make her safe? "

Sharkhûn, picked the flesh from his teath... He was thinking quietly to himself, for Werewolves will not enter the flowing waters, they would have to wait and take their opportunities as they would arise...

" Our biggest concern is her weapon... I saw her slay an Elf-man under the last Moon. If she has it close at hand we will not get near her... "

The pair stalked to the spot, down wind and well hidden in the vegetation just yards from the pool. They saw she was no longer in the water and was clothed; but they could not spy her weapon of chain. Waiting until the Dark Elf-maid had turned away they started to sneak toward her, close formation as was the the wolf-packs way...

[Melody]

Melody stopped singing as she had her sword strapped on her. Her chain scythe was on a rock nearby. Yet she didn't go and grab it. She stood up and the night time wind blew her hair to one side. Now one can see her cross shape scar. She started to sing this time her sad song.

"Lalalala.....Lalalala" Her voice was like silk when she sang just all all of her kin. She had however the strange color eyes. They looked sliver or mithril color. Her long hair on this night however was also mithril in color. All due to it being a full moon. She stopped her singing and with eyes as cold as ice called out. "Come out I know you are there" The way she said it would send chills down one's spine.

[Thranduil]

The Werewolves stopped, backs arching as the hair on their neck and shoulders stood on end. Rûshakh and Sharkhûn, had respect enough to answer her:

" We come to take you to the Dark Lord, She-elf, willingly or not... "

Sharkhûn, shivered at the thought, for he had never been before the Great Eye; but he knew of his gaze from afar and had seen a great many of his more powerful servants.

" ...what say you? "

Rûshakh's ears searched about for any hint of a trap; but heard only the wind in the branches of nearby trees and bushes. The three of them seemed very much alone...
The brothers could see that she was armed and still a ver dangerous opponent. They feared and obeyed the dark-powers, but they did not relish the thought of death and the void that awaited their dark souls.

[Melody]

Melody looked at them her eyes turned into an icy glare. It would be the sort of glare that could scare off the most evil orc or evil being that worked for the dark lord. Melody had her hand on her sword's hilt. "I say if he wants me then he has to come and claim me. I will not go back to that foul thing. Now die" Her words sounded more venom and more cold then most beings could have muster.

It was at this time she moved fast for her size but not to fast like most of the elf race. She drew her sword and attacked the beasts with her full force. Not caring if she got all blooded up again. And once more she was unaware of a pair of eyes that was watching her. She had killed at least one of the them. Or at least she hoped she had.

[Thranduil]

Sharkhûn, ducked the elven blades and rolled to the side away from the pool, only to see Rûshakh carved deeply across the chest and throat. His foul blood sprayed forth in great torrents of sticky black death and his body fell away beneath him.

The Witch will pay for this.

Sharkhûn, slowly rose to his feet and started to gently back away from the sword wielding she-elf. He had no desire to find the same end as his brother. But he knew something she didn't. There were a great many more of the Dark Lords servents looking for her and now they would know where to find her.

Letting out a great howl he ran from the clearing and was lost in the forest once more. There would be more opportunities to stake their claim. It was only a matter of time.

[Melody]

Melody looked at the dead being. Her eyes so cold it could kill any who looked at them. She picked up her chain scythe and her bag that had her other clothes, as well as she washing. She soon started to walk off. Her long hair flowed behind her.

As she walked she came to what looked like a small cottage. She smiled as she knocked on the door. Before she had knocked she had place the sword away. She had found herself this time covered by black blood. Not that she cared what she looked like.

She waited for someone to open the door. Her slim frame shook from the memory of killing something so foul. But what was she meant to do? Hearing footsteps come from the other side of the door she looked up. Her hood was up hiding her face.

[Thranduil]

Dawn approached as night found defeat under the life of the sun. The shadows splintered and would shorten over the land. Indeed if this matter were of importance to the coming wars the lords of Dol-Guldur may have blacked out the sun as they had in days of old, when they were in full revealed and hid not from the 'usurpers'.

Sharkhûn, retired to the deeper woodlands farther north, closer to his master. At sun down he would make westward as fast as possible and meet with more of Khamul's servants. The first attempt to take the Elleth had been a failure; but the next attempt had been long in the design, an ambush in the dark.

Two great Olog-hai were on their way out of Mirkwood, Orc trackers and hosts of wolves; but they too would be hold up over the daylight hours all except the trolls. They were a new breed, cunning and deadly with greats strength and no fear of Anor. A new breed for a new world order.

Sharkhûn, dreamed fitful dreams of chasing prey and running through the trees of Mirkwood. his wickedness could not sleep.

[Melody]

Melody at the time was now in a nice warm house. She had been giving a bath and clean clothes. A room and had even been told she would get some food. She loved playing weak and scared. It got her food and a dry place to sleep of the night. She smiled as she dressed and had brushed her long hair. She walked into the main room where they would be eating and showing some form of a show. Not that Melody liked the show but she was mostly there for food.

And food is what she got. She had soup and some bread. It was not much to look at but then they brought out other types of food. There was fruit and veg. Melody loved green apples and was more then happy when she saw them there. She started to eat her soup first and she thought to herself that she would have a green apple once she had done her soup.

[Thranduil]

As the sun disappeared below the horizon and the shadows crept out from between the boughs of trees; Sharkhûn, made for the carcass he had stashed two nights before. He was hungry and full of hatred in the dark night.

The night was different. The clouds were thick and veiled the moon and stars. It was the kind of darkness which would invite the truly vile and cruel from their slumber. The limbs of the demon-kind were strengthened, their senses made keen.

Sharkhûn, knew the darkness well; and he knew from whence it came. The ritual and sorcery of Khamûl, from the high watch tower of Dol Guldur. He was not as powerful as his lord: Sauron was his teacher and had taught him quite well; but had thought to keep his servants skills in pallor of his own...

The gloom spread from southern Mirkwood, finding the near side of Anduin valley and brought darkness to the brown lands too. That was the extent of the dark lieutenant's power...

The woods around the lonely cabin grew dark and the wind came up out of the east... a shivering gale.

[Melody]

Melody was not aware of what was to come. She smiled calmly as she she walked up the dark stairs to her bed chamber. As she walked she felt something deep inside of her. It was going to get worse. She felt the pain of her chest that normal didn't give her pain. But tonight was the night of the full moon. It was the only time she felt really weak. Her hair like every night had changed color again. And her chest was once again thrown into great pain.

As she got to her room she found it to be quite small. She smiled a little as she sat on the chair by the window. Her eyes looked out as if to see what could be out there. She felt something coming closer for her. She shivered as the feeling was quite an evil one. She held her chain scythe tightly. Her face in a frown unlike when she came here.

[Thranduil]

((I just realised that this is set near Bree; and all this time I have been RPing as if near Southern Mirkwood! Sorry Melody, I will try my best to salvage my ideas... I may change my last post... oops))

[Melody]

OOC: Okay