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She was taken aback by their sudden defensive stances. Did she appear a threat to them? Hithfaerial certainly hoped not. Though the knives at her side, sword strapped to her back along with the collapsed crossbow on the saddle might prove her wrong. “Hithfaerial.” She replied, noting the similarities between the two dwarves and wandering if they were family. “And I mean no harm to either of you.” Her fingers gripped the bridle of her horse, Are, who was fidgeting. The she-elf spoke a few soothing words to her friend in elvish, stroking his nose gently.

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Heat of Battle

She had sneaked away the second she got. This was not her fight. This was not her battle. Her only concern was her friend. And she would be damned before she let anything happen to him. Hithfearial was like a demon, slashing through the Orcs as she searched for Kili, screaming his name every now and then. It wasn’t till she heard the great wizard Gandalf mention his name did she realize where he was. Sprinting towards the tower, she ignored everything that came her way. “Kili!” She screamed once she arrived at the tower, sliding across the frozen waterfall and searching for him her eyes frantic. “Kili!?”

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She was out of breath, her hair falling out of her braid and yet she didn’t let up, making sure to use her full strength as she pinned the prince against the wall. “Yield?” She muttered, her voice mocking and teasing as she mirrored his smirk, already shifting her stance knowing he would push back. “Remember, yielding gets you nothing but misery since you will have to do any request that I ask you to.”

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The call of Noah

Christ is coming. Are you ready, lost child of GOD? If you’ve known Christ in the past but have strayed and wondered in the wilderness, it is time to come home. The master is soon returning, and we do not want you to be caught with NO oil in your lamp. Like the days of Noah,when people were belittling and questioning the sanity of the boat builder, we are in similar times. We, as the bride, must get ready! We must adorn ourselves with wedding robes and throw off the filthy rags of this world. He is coming back for us! We are present and living here, but we are not part of this world. This world—Earth—is satan’s domain. He rules here and does not care who he takes with him to hell. Hell is real and was only intended for “the fallen"—those angels who stood against God—but if you choose to be like satan, guess what? You are going to join him and his mates. There are no excuses anymore; you have an example, Jesus Christ. You bowed your knee before but lost your way. Stop running; it is time to come home. Bow your knees and surrender! Read the full article

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“What state?” Her voice was soft, almost soothing as she spoke, gently gripping the hand that held her own as she settled down beside him on the bench, raising her other hand to brush her thumb against his other cheek, wiping away the tear track that had formed there. “All I see is an elf mourning the loss of a dear friend.” Her own tears could hardly be kept at bay. Even now she could feel them burning behind her eyes yet she did not let them fall. After finally giving up hope on ever finding her brother, Hithfaerial had decided to join Arwen in Rivendell. And it was there that she met Aragorn. A man. Yet a man who had reminded her so much of her long lost brother. Given her close friendship with Arwen it wasn’t long before she had struck up a companionship with Aragorn as well.

His death had caused her as much pain as any of his closest companions. “Arwen requested that I keep a close eye on you.” She admitted, smiling softly at the thought of her dear friend. “She has lost the man she loved, and yet she still thinks of what grief it is causing others rather then herself.” Though Hithfaerial would be going to see her friend, to make sure she was doing fine. Something highly doubtful given her husband had just died, but she could do nothing more then that. Turning her gaze to Legolas, the she-elf spoke. “But if you wish for me to leave I will do so. I do not wish to intrude on your privacy.”

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A Gesture Not Meant ||Hithfaerial & Legolas

Pursing her lips in thought as her dark eyes scanned the scroll she held open in front of her, Hithfaerial was not at all aware of her surroundings as she walked through the halls of her home, the rising sun glowing through the open hallways and passages. The she-elf, however, was hardly taken aback by the beauty of nature around her, so immersed she was in her reading as well as her walk, her feet making no sound. Aside from the scroll in her hands she also had a few pressed under her arm, and all of them were previous records of patrols that had gone out into the surrounding woods and beyond.

And they were all from after her brother had disappeared.

So engrossed was the dark haired elf in her reading that she did not notice a presence approaching. And it would seem the person was either busy or not paying attention them self, since they both rounded the corner at the same time and fell to the floor in a heap of scrolls and tangled limbs. A cry of surprise had sounded from her lips, but it was cut off when they were pressed against something soft and warm that had her eyes widening and the only thought that registered in her mind was that it was another set of lips. Instantly the she-elf all but stood back up, the movement so fast it was nearly a blur. “I beg your forgiveness!” Her head bowed in respect and apology, despite the fact that she hadn’t even had a glimpse on who she had stumbled into. “I should have been paying attention to where I was walking.” 

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Hithfaerial smiled softly. “As do all of us.” She said in reply to his wish. Like the rest of her kin, Hithfaerial had felt the presence of the ring as it had drawn near. It had made her rather unlike herself and filled her with dread. Something she had not felt in a long while. Her last flash had been six months ago. And if she were to go by what had occurred in the past, her next flash would be due in a little while. She simply hoped that it would not be in the presence of someone else. Elf, Human or Hobbit. Curious creatures she had only read about.

"Oh I am no Lady.” The graceful she-elf shook her head as she took the kerchief back and placed it inside her pocket, something she had sewn into her dresses herself. It as more practical that way. Especially since she carried around fruits to give to the various animals she would happen to meet while walking around Rivendell. “Simply a maiden.” She glanced down at her skirts which were smudged with dirt from where she had been sitting astride her horse and riding out to meet a patrol. Hoping for news of her brother. Only to be met with disappointment. At the thought the smile fell from her lips and she gazed towards the entrance to the Elf Realm, with eyes that spoke of longing and sadness that pulled at her heart.