On a Walk

[Siranna]

Siranna walked silently along a small yet running river. Her hand were behind her back as she walked, her long brown hair was tied in a blue ribbon. Her blue eyes scanned the forest as she sung softly to herself a song of old. She knew little of it's meaning but her mother used to sing it- before she had departed the lands to Valinor, as had her father. Though they passed on, Siranna knew her heart was still here in the forest so here she stayed, though often along. She rested upon a rock on teh edge of the river, her eyes lost as the river floated downwards.

[Rûdhon]

(Mind, if I drop in? He is a barrow wight so don`t wonder the mist thing )

A greenish mist ventured forth trough the forest slipping past the tree`s and bushes, two white pearls appeared from he depths of the mist examining the forest with growing expertation. Then the pearls disappeared as teh mist plunged forward towards the river, it created sudden silence around and an aura of fear was brought with it. The mist passed few tree`s appearing slowly to the edge of the river where an elf rested upon a rock.

Hunger and lust were awoken in the gloomy presence that the mist was, it began moving slowly and silently towards the rock spreading around it. Suddenly a hand began to form out of the greenish mist and it reached for the throat of the living elf, envy and lust for life were Rûdhon`s eternal guides.

[Siranna]

When Siranna saw the thing she hopped off, her sword drawn. She said nothing but watched intently. What was this being if it was even such a thing. She watched it in a curiouse way but still feared it some. Finnally the cat had released her tongue and she spoke to it, her sword at the ready, "Who- and what are you?" She then demanded in a cold harsh tone.

[Rûdhon]

The hand stopped there, there was a slight laughter that had no joy in it, but more of amusement and it therefore sounded hollow. The undead hand withdrew into the mist, which then began retreating slight to a certain point where it gathered. Soon the hand reappeared with torso, arms, legs and a head that had two white balls as eyes. The figure presented a horrible image of an dead elf that seemed proud, even majestic, but now turned into a twisted form of his former self.

The wight looked at the elf quietly before slightly approaching and beginning to talk with dry voice.

"Put aside your sword elf for it will gain you little against me for I am not of flesh or bone.... and I am here to claim your life as I for do not have one and there fore am cursed to take others down with me..."

Rûdhon approached more now with a fire and a sign of envy in his eyes as he placed his right hand on his sword, which he drew out then taking it with two hands and pointing it towards her face.

"Swing your weapon elf and realise how futile your future looks like, take look and despair..."

He said with a sinister voice and smirked.

[Siranna]

Finally, as he spoke, she made herself calm as possible, though fear still grabbed at her heart. She sheathed her sword and turned running through the forest with ease and agility. Jumping and ducking as if nothing was there, he feet never faltering as she moved.

[Rûdhon]

Rûdhon`s smirk grew even wider as she dashed into run and he disappeared into the mist once more that began moving trough the forest with unnatural speed as the two white pearls shone trough the mist watching his fleeing prey that he followed with great pleasure. Not stunned with fear, able to move and apparently willing to fight to the end were good qualities in a prey after foolish humans that always got lost into the downs or hobbits that didn`t realise the danger until it was too late.

It all was refreshing and it also had been a long time since he had ventured forth from the downs, this travel seemed to more fruitful than he could have expected. Rûdhon decided to fasten up and hopefully started gaining on her, but not too much as he didn`t need a breather where the elf was a still in a body and couldn`t outrun him.

[Siranna]

Siranna gave a boost of energy and hid behind a tree to catch her breath. What she didn't understand was why it wanted her. What could it to with her soul, or her body for that matter. Why would- if it wanted her body- it want a woman's body? It did not make sense to her.

[Rûdhon]

(well he never wanted her body, but her life )

Rûdhon didnt really need to guess where she was hiding as he could in his mist form spread out and go among many tree`s sweeping the area for her. He could sense her presence, heart beats and breathing, all the same because soon enough they would all be deceased. He approached the tree`s with haste and prepared to form again into his wight form to attack the elf, the mist gathered and near the tree. Rûdhon then springed forth to grab a hold of the elf.

[Siranna]

Siranna closed her eyes, giving up, unsure of how to defeat what she could not fight, how to run from what could past through trees. She closed her eyes and waited for it, for some cold hand or sword to pas through her, for her life to end there, where no one would find her. Her body to merely become part of this world.

[Rûdhon]

Rûdhon`s hand closed about her throat yet didn`t go trough to burn her flesh with his powers, but he was right in front of her with his face close to her`s. He smiled in amusement and inspected her face.

"Suddenly giving up? Thinking life isn`t worth living? Fear swallowing you into a void of despair? I thought that you would have been more of a challenge to hunt down yet you at least proved more persistant than the humans of arnor..."

Rûdhon said with cold voice and waiting for somesort of an answer before he would do anything.

[Siranna]

Siranna looked at him, the fear gone from her eyes. Staring into the green face. "I don't fear and I don't fear death. If Eru deems I die then so be it." She said in a hard tone, watching it.

[Rûdhon]

Rûdhon hmped and also grinned at the mention of Eru, but then shrugged slightly.

"You elves and your Eru....Then we have to go it my way then..."

Rûdhon suddenly thrusted his ghostly hand into the shoulder of Siranna causing immense pain that would kill weaker mortal easily, if he could only keep onto them for a certain while all tough elves had proven far more resistant to this so that meant a long and painful death for Siranna unless she did what Rûdhon wanted. Began running yet at the moment Rûdhon was enjoying the moment waiting for her to scream.

[Siranna]

Siranna bit her lips hard, a bit of blood running down and dripping from her chin. Tears fell bu she did not scream, she didn't want to give that satisfaction, but she wasn't sure if she could not scream much longer.

[Rûdhon]

Rûdhon came even closer and moved his horribly transformed hand to the left towards the heart of Siranna, his ghostly deformed hand grabbed around it to create even more pain, to drain her in a more painful way and to enjoy more of this kill yet he was rather amused by the fact that she didn`t scream. He still had time before she would collapse and he hoped to hear scream out of pain, otherwise this might have just been a waste of his time. Elves were most persitant and knew what kind of sick satisfaction Rûdhon wanted so they died the hardest way, which in the end only angered Rûdhon as he could not brake them like humans or hobbits.

"Just a few more moments... your heart will stop, your soul will flee body and your body will fall limb to the ground, then I will take it away into the downs amongst others of your kin that I have killed. Mind telling me your name before your final breath?"

He asked slightly releasing his grip.

[Siranna]

Sirran gasped and did her best not to scream, looking him at where his eyes should have been. She said nothing as she watched him.