Birds whispered their songs, animals of all types, lingered near watching the young heiress close. Her emerald eyes were kept appointed to scattered leaves and grass that laid beneath her feet. The gentle breeze swayed with her blond locks and tickled her pale skin. The forest is where her foot led her, was the dividing borders of the Drows and High Elves. If walking further East, to the lands of Sins, as so her people called it she was destined to perish. Her smooths hands were clenched at her sides, brows furrowed in anger. Elbereth could imagine the Drows walking down the familiar trail as her, both with similar thoughts. ''What's on your mind, Ellie?'' Spoke a deep, rumbling voice. It was her tutor, Scholar Aeson Dahl. His teachings were to assist her with her magical abilities to become a proper Queen of their soon Empire.
''We're near the borders, we're near the lands of Sins,'' Elbereth stated, her eyes remaining on the ground despite disobeying proper ladylike mannerism. ''Of course, your father requested to enhance your abilities to find direction without the usage of a map, or the stars,'' Aeson hummed, lifting his hand, pointing in the direction of the trees' canopies. ''You're to leave me here?'' Elbereth questioned, feeling rather insulted. She was the heiress and being left near the Drows was of disrespect. ''You might as well call me a sinner!'' Elbereth yelled, arms crossed in protest. Aeson rolled his eyes as the two continued forth in silence.
''Here we are Ellie, now will you excuse me, I shall take my leave,'' The middle-aged Elf left without a word, transforming his rather slim form into a majestic snake. Of course, Elbereth grumbled. Her mates traveled on similar paths and approached the Drows tribe often to insult the children and fellow youngsters. Elbereths fingers ran over the smooth surface of the emerald gem on her ring. Her fingers ran further along, from the golden chain to the bracelet wrapped around her slim wrist. Elbereth turned her head in a direction, glowering at the trail. Their tracks were covered and she was rummaging through her thoughts as the two walked. ''Wonderful,'' Elbereth began, walking in the direction she felt was best. ''I, the Heiress of the High Elves, soon Queen of the new generation is lost in these woods,'' She clicked her tongue at the thought, rather angered. For moments she wondered if she could possibly entrap the scholar in a cave or a hole with water up to his waist. Elbereth knew well those thoughts were only mere threats for she couldn't control her magical abilities. At the very least, she had her handmade bow and arrows alongside her in case of entering the Drows' territory, the lands of Sins. A shiver chased down her spine at the thought. Despite her dislike to the Drows, she had to complete the lesson even if the possibilities of her entering these forbidden lands were a high percentage.
Dorvakin sat in a tree at his post near the border of the Drow's outposts to warn of invaders. He was asleep on the job, because of a hard night of drinking at the local pub. He woke up when he heard a noise of someone talking. He looked through his spyglass and saw a female High Elf wondering around their woods and said "It must be another elf completing their lessons. Once again to insult our children." He got up and said "I better follow."
Elbereth continued to rant about the unfairness of her lesson. In her fit of rage, and mistreatment, she took her bow and arrow, appointing it to a tree. Her smooth fingers held the arrow in its place. Elbereth's brows furrowed, her heart strained at the thought of harming the tree, the thought of the Dyrads and how they'll crumple in pain. Groaning, Elbereth slipped her arrow to its place and held the bow in her other hand. ''Such unfairness, near these disgusting Drows. A ridiculous lesson, finding way back to the tribe,'' Elbereth said, with a mind set to return home.
Elbereth felt eyes on her, much like if a presence was near. Heart racing, Elbereth reached for a ring on her hand, biting her bottom lip. ''Who goes there?!'' She shouted, turning her back around and around. Looking up to canopies, Elbereth was far more scared of using her abilities when she could barely control them. Elbereth clung to the bow with her fingers. Palms sweaty, she swallowed the lump in her throat. Quickly, she reached for an arrow, aiming at the trees. She was far more confident in her marksmanship rather than her magic powers.
''Reveal yourself,'' Elbereth said once catching sight of the being's foot. She confirmed it was male, from the clothing. ''I know you're there! Am I quite sure you know High Elves are well with marksmanship or do you wish to find out yourself?'' Elbereth questioned, and held her breath for a moment. She aimed her arrow to the canopies, aiming for the trunk. Elbereth released the arrow, striking the trunk. She soon grabbed another, preparing her next shot. ''I'm sure you do not want to take my threat lightly,'' Elbereth hummed, approaching the tree.
Elbereth swallowed the lump in her throat, fear rippling from her chest throughout her body. Her blood pumped through her veins, her eyes meeting his. She kept her body stiff, and her arrow pointed to the area, right between his brows. ''I don't scare you,'' Elbereth chuckled, her throat dry. ''I also don't belong here you say?'' By his features, she knew well the man was of a Drow. Her eyebrows furrowed in disgust and anger. Elbereth clung to her bow and arrow, hands shaking. ''I, I need your help. I'm lost, and I want to avoid the S'' Elbereth began, cutting off her words. In desperate need to leave the forest, Elbereth swallowed her pride and glowered at the Drow. ''I want to avoid your territory, no need to cause trouble, right? As you said, I don't belong here. Drows and High Elves don't mix well,'' Elbereth stated. ''I'll lower my weapon in case you do not trust me, Drow,'' Elbereth said, placing her arrow in its place and slung her bow over her shoulder. Though, she kept her fingers attached to her ring, in case the Drow wishes to attempt to cause trouble.
The walk silent and quite the bore, Elbereth fumbled with her jewels. The jingle of the expressive jewelry rang in her ears, filling the void of the silent forest. With their feet crunching the grass and discarded leaves, Elbereth took a breath. She wanted the Drow to understand her importance and not treat her as some peasant High Elf. ''Listen here, Drow,'' Elbereth said, chin lifted. ''I am Elbereth Olsen, heiress to the High Elf Tribe, who must you be?'' The words slipped, it was a mere introduction. Though, her curiosity had reached it's peak and for she must know the man who was only a few feet ahead of her. She didn't want to touch or be near such a sinner but, she did indeed wish to understand and know the Drow for Elbereth had questions.
Elbereth furrowed her brows in anger, fists clenched. ''Dorvakin Khel, lovely.'' Elbereth grumbled. She wanted to snap in anger for he had no rights to disrespect her. Warrior or not, royalty remained above all. ''I just want to get this lesson over with and return home, to my people,'' Elbereth groaned. She continued to fumble with her jewels. ''Are you even sure you know where you're going? Not a lot of people take these paths. Even if you're a merchant or hunting and so forth,'' Elbereth said, trying to see if her friends' marked trees are near. Her and her friends had marked trees with their arrows, and a 'X' near the arrow. The marked trees led to the Drows' hangout spot, near a great lake where the Elves normally be on a hot summer day. There was where the two Species would insult one another. Elbereth kept an eye out for the marked trees to leave behind this Drow, Dorvakin Khel for she did not like him.
Elbereth groaned at his words, all she prayed for was the marked trees to appear. Stopping by Dorvakin's words, she grabbed her arrow preparing to fire. Told over and over again, she was to protect herself even if others were harmed. Elbereth studied her breathing, taking a step forward, and allowed her muscles to relax. Calm and steady, Elbereth remained near the Drow but, not too close. She was prepared for the worst, and if she needs to escape she'll take over her ring to use her abilities. ''What type of creatures are out here in the forest, between the borders?!'' Elbereth whispered, her voice sharp and clear for Dorvakin to heart.