with Ercassie & Rainelle
The day grew longer in the summer heat that followed and Rane's patience was sorely tested as both the Black Numenoreans played dumb with her. She knew they could speak but speak they would not. She was puzzled at them being so far North but she was not surprised as Sauron's army did consists a lot of Evil Men. She circled the both of them but like their Dunedain cousins of the North they knew how to stand still without fidgeting one bit unlike the sorry states of the other bandits who clearly came from either Bree or Archet.
She noticed the interaction that went on between Tirindo, the supposed bandit leader and the Mortal girl but she intervened not. Her orders to her Authon was clear and she'd hope he would fare well with the Mortals, lacking in exposure to the Edain the brother of Feapoldie he was. So unlike his dead sister, she surmised. Best friend of her Master. So many times her Master told her stories of their friendship. So many times her Master told her how he'd missed her presence after her demise at the Fall of Gondolin. Nyarane never knew how to comfort her Master, her immortal guardian. Tirindo is her Master's only link to her but unlike Feapoldie both her Master and the Authon were never close. Friends, yes but maybe more like comrades. Both Noldor of Aman, three when you counted Feapoldie.
Nyarane's memory of the past was distracted by the sudden commotion that ensued. Her instinct took over quickly and she smacked both the heads of the Black Numenoreans together with such force that a sickening thud was heard throughout and both fainted to the ground within seconds. Nyarane then went over to the Mortal girl but she could not prevent the killing that happened soon after.
Drop your dagger, girl! Nyarane now snarled at Strawberry. The elleth sheathed her sword then checked the pulse of the dying Man. Nyarane then looked up at Tirindo and shook her head. He is dead. She spoke in Sindarin and closed his eyes and checked his body for any concealed weapons or valuables. Sure enough a crude blade was found strapped to his back and a bag of gold coins in his back pocket. Satisfied with her catch, she turned his body over and flung it at the other dead bodies. The surviving bandits on the ground looked at her with pleading eyes. Her response to them was easy.
Tell me about those two later. She pointed to the Black Numenoreans who were still knocked out cold but yet lived. Tell me also about why you were preying on that girl. Nyarane pointed at Strawberry. I promise you that I will let you go if you cooperate with us. She nodded grimly at them. The elleth then stood next to Tirindo and beckoned the girl (Strawberry) to stand in from of them. You the elleth said sharply, have not been truthful to us Elves. I know the content of that bag is valuable to you. What in Morgoth's name were you thinking walking on your own in this infested woods of the North? Do you not know not the peril that you have brought upon yourself?
Nyarane then jabbed Strawberry's right shoulder blade with her injured left hand. Thank Eru that we were in the right place at the right time or you would have left the Circles of Arda long ago in the hands of these ruffians. Nyarane made her intent clear that the Elves tolerated not the follies of Men and their squabbles. The elleth crossed her arms across her bosom obviously unhappy.
Speak! she bellowed at Strawberry and picked up the bloodied dagger from the ground using her right boot and flicked it into the air and caught it masterfully in her injured left hand and surveyed the weapon whilst waiting for the Mortal to open her mouth and confess it all.