Rabbit Hearted Girl

The Hunt // Open

He felt a bit confused as to why she was not going to be able to eat the stag but he chose not to question it. There wasn’t too much use in carrying on a conversation beyond answering questions over the weather anyway. The wind was picking up, howling through the open land, whipping against their face. Lightning filled the sky above their heads, urging them on at the fastest pace that they could muster.

Geleafful complained about the weather while Bithârui wiped the water from his eyes. He gave an apologetic pat to the side of the horses neck, knowing that it would be a few days before the horse would be willing to go on another ride. Geleafful had earned the right after all that they had gone through on the hunt.

"We certainly have the room." A smile had come to his face when he heard her speak about the horse. The people of Rohan understood connections with the intelligent animals.He himself rarely rode another mount unless it was for training of a horse. "And once we reach my home, I can provide food for the both of you and some warm clothing. You will fall ill if you remain in what you are wearing, especially in the stables as I doubt you will take a room elsewhere." He was going to end up spending several hours in the stable himself, taking care enough to see that Geleafful did not fall ill. He kept quiet about taking the stag, not entirely certain if he felt comfortable in doing such an action. It was her catch rightfully therefore hers to either eat or make some sort of profit over.

Soon, they were approaching the village, lights flicking from the small collection of houses.

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Chin resting against Evros’ temple, she mouthed assurances nearly inaudible over the storm, though the shifty, anxious stallion seemed to relax a good deal more. He threw his head back once, bucking up a bit and letting out a loud, enthusiastic whinny. Smiling earnestly at her friend, she turned to the man with an appreciative nod.

“I do believe you’ve gained my friend’s trust.” She laughed, looking ahead. Her smile grew ever-wider upon hearing his reassurance and promise for a night’s shelter. “And…mine as well.” A shiver ran up her spine, and if it were remotely possible she swore goose bumps had goose bumps. She stifled a sneeze with her palm and leaned forward, squinting.

Distant lights glimmered before them, and a rush of relief coursed through her. If she hadn’t run into…--she hadn’t caught his name yet, had she?—that man, it would’ve been a feverish night sleeping in the woods for her. She’d seen plenty of night-terrors crawling about those woods too, and while she didn’t want to admit it…she probably wouldn’t make it through the night unscathed.

Sera loosened her hold on the reigns as they breached the village, eyes flickering from house to house, building to building, taking in every little detail. Compared to the expansive kingdom of Gondor, the small town was far quieter than she was used to—family’s hiding behind closed doors to preserve warmth in the chill of the storm. There were no tall bell towers, no guards patrolling at all times, no ivory stone walls…it was beautiful.

Too enthralled to look away, she half-heartedly mumbled to the man beside her “You…have lived here all your life, I’d imagine.” She felt a pang of jealousy in her chest. The village was so calm, not tense and bustling with the impatience of her overpopulated town. Perhaps if she’d grown up in a town of this proportion she’d never have left home in the first place…

Open starter: Thranduil and the visitor

"I am happy to meet you, Seraphyn" smiled Thranduil. I have not got any news from Gondor lately. I would be happy if you talked to me about your homeland. Is it safe there?" he asked. The king looked at Seraphyn closely: "I hope you did not have an accident while you were in the forest. There are some dangerous creatures out there like the giand spiders. They can attack and injure those who pass by. I hope you are not hurt" He paused for a while.

“When it comes to the rangers, I am not sure where they are now. Some rangers came here two months ago- if I remember well- but they did not stay here for many days. I did not talk a lot with them. They prefered walking with the elven guard in the forest. I think they wanted to go to Esgaroth, a community of men in the north. They did not tell me why they wanted to go there. I guess they know someone from Esgaroth and they decided to meet him.”

Thranduil continued: “Rarely the rangers come to Mirkwood. Only a few rangers from the norh have come here in the past, bringing news from their countries. Two months ago, I met, for the first time, some rangers from the South. Are they related to you?”

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"I'm afraid the pleasure is all mine." she replied with a cheeky grin.

Sera bit her lip, eyes drifting away from the Elven king briefly. “I…I am not too sure myself, your highness. It’s been a great long while since I’ve visited my home.” She said in a dreamy sort of voice, a reserved melancholy crossing her features. “When I lived within those walls it was a merry city, though whether or not the vagabonds and wanderers would agree with me, I cannot say.”

Pausing, her dark eyes trailed back to Thranduil’s and she smiled briefly, waving his concern away with her free hand. “Please do not worry yourself over me. I assure you I am highly capable!” whether it was a wink or a wince that crossed her features went undetermined, but the latter was far more likely. Bare fingers now stained with blood, Sera noted to herself to tend to the wound as soon as she was excused from the king’s side.

As soon as he began to speak of the rangers, the rouge’s eyes glittered with intent and though she would deny it, she did inch a bit closer to the foot of the king’s throne. “You mean to say…they have indeed traveled these paths?” Her heart swelled with hope—perhaps if she left late in the night, when all the elves slept soundly she would creep away to the stables and ride as far North as she had to, stopping only when she found them. Cheeks growing hot, she averted her eyes once again and mumbled, “I…I wouldn’t quite word it that way, your majesty. Not quite yet, at least.”

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The Hunt // Open

At the sound of the voice, Bithârui’s head snapped to the side. Well, encountering a female with a stag already laying on the back of a horse was the last thing that he had been expecting. Orcs, wildmen, bandits, all of those he had been prepared for. Rangers didn’t often travel this far from their posts in Gondor and though the cloak was similar, he did not judge her to be one. Quickly, he managed to gather himself and was able to respond, all the while settling Geleafful who had not be thrilled with the sudden appearance of another.

"My village is less than a league from here." The suspicion wasn’t great but it was nagging at his mind, wondering who this stranger was and what exactly was her business worrying about the nearest village. The stag was a good catch and would feed her for a few days at least. Despite that, he could hardly leave a woman alone out here in the plains no matter how capable she might be.

"If we hurry, we can savage the hide and meat. It should get you several days worth of meals. Game is scare now a days in these lands. It is a fine catch." The worry was that the storm would end up damaging the hide and increase the speed at which the meat spoiled. He knew that he would not live down the fact that she had a catch and he did not but at the moment, that was the least of his concerns.

The weather was picking up once more and soon it would be too dangerous for both themselves and their mounts to be out. If he were to return without helping her, that would end up worse than just bringing her with him without a catch of his own.

"Follow me." He turned his horse around and began to move off. they both needed a change of clothing as well, otherwise they were going to fall ill.

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She nodded wordlessly remaining entirely silent until he mentioned the stag.

“I…I cannot eat it.” She murmured, eyebrows knitting together as she tried to cover it with the end of her cloak without removing it. She shook her head as if to agree with herself.

The rain had begun to grow heavier—if that were even possible—and metallic smell of electricity in the air warned of thunder and lightning approaching. Bleary eyed and pale, Sera’s grip on the reigns tightened and she pressed Evros onward, back arched so that her face was by his ear, whispering urges for him to hasten. One hand was stretched behind her in an uncomfortable angle, fingers ghosting across the belly of the stag.

“How large are your stables?” she questioned, turning to glance at the man. “I’ll need a single one for the night. Evros…cannot stand the thunder. I’ll stay with him there until morning.” It would be cold and the chance of her falling to sickness would be almost inevitable, but the bond between the two knew no bounds and if illness was the price she was to pay then so be it.

With yet another helpless glance at her game she added with a small grimace, "If you can find me a stable and food for him then you can have the entire stag." If it was left to her it would go to waste. Its pitiful cries still rang in her ears, louder than the beating of hooves against the ground or thunder on the horizon. No...taking it for herself would prove impossible.

Open starter: Thranduil and the visitor

Thranduil felt that the lady in front of him was a noble. Something in her posture made him guess she was raised in a good family. She seemed to be exhausted, which made him wonder what had happedned to her. Maybe she encountered the dangerous creatures of Mirkwood and got hurt. As it seemed, the elven guard saved her life and now she was standingin front of him.

Thranduil smiled at her to make her feel more comfortable. “I am Thranduil, king of the Woodland Realm and I am honored to meet you, my lady. You will be my guest for tonight. You seem very tired so you can have some rest here.” The kingwanted to know more about her, as itt was rare to see a stranger in his kingdom. Usually, Men avoided Mirkwood because they feared it.

“Please, sit with me” he asked. “I wish to know who you are and how I can help you. It was really dangerous to come here. Maybe you got lost in my kingdoms- as others were lost in the past. I hope that the elves treated you kindly.”

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A guest of Thranduil? Her heart swelled in her chest. She was safe for now. Her lips tugged upwards into a grateful smile and she slowly stood, hiding the way her face contorted in pain and the dampness on her hand. There was an ever so slight limp in her step, though she concealed the worst of it. Taking a seat by the foot of his throne, Sera removed her hood—smoothing back thick waves of hair as they fell over her shoulders.

“I am Seraphyn of…Gondor.” She began carefully, speaking slowly as her eyes met those of the king’s. “I left that place nearly half a year ago with only my horse and the clothes on my back. But it is not by chance that I happened upon your forest.” She smiled knowingly, eyes trailing down to the hand at her waist, discreetly covering it with her cloak. “I am journeying to better myself so that one day…” she trailed off with a shallow laugh. “Never mind that.”

“Your people saved my life, and for that I owe it to you all. The only help I seek is somewhere to rest for the night and care for my horse.” The girl offered with a humble nod. Asking for anymore…would be selfish. A good night’s rest and a healthy horse were all she would need for the journey out of the forest.

As an afterthought she mumbled almost incoherently, “If you…know of the whereabouts of the rangers--” but cut off midway, furrowing her eyebrows in displeasure.

The Hunt // Open

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Seraphyn’s dark eyes were downcast and a great sorrow had come upon her. Draped over the rear of her horse Evros was the lifeless corpse of an averaged sized stag who’d charged her only to be met with a pair of strong hooves. As it lay trembling on the ground she decided the only right thing to do was to put the poor creature out of its misery as quickly as she could manage. Perhaps she could come across a village soon enough—there was plenty of meat on the game so it ought to be worth a hefty price…The girl’s eyes trailed back to the corpse once again and she shook her head vigorously. No, she wouldn’t charge for it. It…it didn’t feel right—the idea settled uncomfortably in her stomach.

Before she could lament any further though, the ever-greying sky seemed to tear open and rain surged down in mighty torrents. With a growl of displeasure, she urged Evros forward into the storm, praying that she might come across a town or at least some sort of refuge from the downpour. Her clothing clung to her skin and her hair stuck slick against her face.

In the distance there seemed to be two figures—though she couldn’t make out much with the rain blurring her vision. “Hurry now, hurry!” she called to her horse, urging him forward. As she drew closer she could make out the shapes of a man and his horse…though what they were doing out in the middle of a storm like this was lost to her. Sera pulled her hood down farther over her face, so much so that she could barely see in front of her, and warily approached the stranger.

Glancing him up and down she decided he didn’t seem too threatening to her person and cleared her throat a bit before asking,

“Could you point me in the direction of the nearest town?”

She gestured to the stag—soaked as it was—with a frantic motion.

Open starter: Thranduil and the visitor