"I think what we wish for most
is to join the stories
and be with those we love.
That's why I'm here."
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It was a dark night when they met.
A young woman crouched in the darkened trees, one hand tugging at her faded scarlet hood and the other laid across the earth. She was neither short nor tall, but beautiful in an ethereal way. Her attire - mainly leather armor pieces and dark fabric, with a curved Elven blade strapped to her back - made her appear tall and quick, dangerous if approached. And, with her pulse racing, she definitely was.
Her eyes blinked in the dark, two emerald orbs in the dim forest. She sniffed, standing to her full height, when suddenly a figure broke through the brush.
A very obvious dwarf, swathed in an embroidered coat and leather armor, stumbled into the clearing, gripping his sword with strong fingers. His dark hair lay in wild, tangled waves, and his brown eyes were alight with a strange bravery. He had a handsome face that was easily seen in the dark, and his stubbly jawline was clenched tightly. He brandished his sword as the figure whirled to her feet, drawing her own sword with silvery shing.
She lunged for him like a cat, holding a belief that he could only be a predator. He stumbled back, blocking her swift blow quickly. His mind began to race in panic. Why were they attacking him? he thought frantically, swinging at the figure's side. The other parried, her blade ringing as she brought it down upon his weapon.
They fought in the dark forest like a pair of wolves, neither really knowing why. The dwarf could have called for help, but he felt compelled not too. As he fought the slender figure, it began to feel more like a dance.
Yes, a dance. It definitely was; with the way his opponent moved, it appeared as though they were dancing. The fighting became fiercer, their hits swifter and more dangerous though time. Finally, the silver blade of his opponent knocked away his broadsword, and the tip went towards his throat. He held his hands up; not in defeat, but in agreement that he had lost.
The figure knew not what to do. She, too, had felt curious in their fight. They had been in a sort of synchronization, strangely. She lowered her sword, slowly.
"Who are you," she said in a soft, alto voice. Her green eyes gleamed from under her hood. The dwarf was caught off guard. That was a woman's voice. When he did not answer, she said plainly, "Give me your name, and I'll give you mine."
After a moment, he spoke clearly, "Kili."
She savored the name on her tongue, then answered, "Quill." Her slender fingers went up and carefully pulled back her hood, revealing a beautiful, tanned face. A set of curved lips were parted slightly in breath, placed between a small chin and straight nose. A faint sprinkle of freckles dotted the top of her cheeks. Her eyes, large and captivating, stared at him lightly as she smoothed back her reddish mane of hair.
The handsome dwarf was flabbergasted. He said nothing, staring in awe.
"You're a skilled swordsman. Where did you learn?" she asked almost gently in her soft voice.
"M-my uncle, and brother," he answered honestly, going to retrieve his blade. He had meant to ask why she had fought him, but he no longer cared. "What about you?"
"The elves taught me," Quill said, sliding her elegant blade into its sheath. "But I am no elf," she added, seeing him raise a brow. Kili had never heard good stories of them from his uncle, but now his opinion seemed to differ.
She quietly took in his appearance, not speaking for a moment. She found he had a sort of audacity to him, the kind chivalrous heroes would have, and that had shown when he fought. And his eyes added to the story. Her soul was almost captivated with him, and, unknowingly, his to hers.
She was reminded of something. "You aren't alone in these woods, are you?" Quill said knowingly, pulled her hood to shroud her face once more.
Kili nodded stiffly. "We won't hurt you," he promised. He didn't want her to leave yet.
A smile appeared on her lips. "I know." Turning to leave, she mused over her shoulder, "We will meet again, Kili the dwarf. This is only the beginning of our little dance." With that, she trotted off into the woods.
The confused dwarf was left to ponder her words in wonder, and contemplate how he was to see her again.
