Blood Thorns

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A/N:
“This is regular speech”
**This in mind speech**
‘’This is visions’’
“”This is thoughts “”
This is Kestrel’s written speech

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Indignant Elf


Erestor exchanged a conspiratorial look with the prisoner, after Glorfindel made his cheerfully annoying introductions. The advisor could only think of one word to describe being locked in the room with the hideously annoying morning elf … Torture! Sighing dramatically, Erestor walked over to where Glorfindel was seated and gracefully deposited himself in a comfortable spot nearer the fire. The advisor watched the prisoner’s gaze track his movements like a bird of prey, before once more zeroing in on the seneschal and the paper he held. Lifting her eyes from the paper, the female quirked an eyebrow at Glorfindel and tapped her foot. This amused the advisor greatly for not may would be bold enough to demand anything from the warrior as his temper, when roused, was legendary! Settling more firmly against the dull gray stone of the hearth, Erestor awaited the appropriate fireworks of an annoyed Glorfindel.

The smile that Glorfindel gave Kestrel was an unusual event to Erestor’s way of thinking. Knowing the seneschal as well as he did, the advisor was rather curious as to why the blond warrior reacted to this particular prisoner in this manner, instead of his usual interrogator’s glower. This curious development made the advisor look deeper into the bold prisoner’s behavior, as he watched the two of them interact. The advisor loved to study people and their behavior, so the unusual way that Glorfindel reacted, while in the company of this small elleth, was a rare treat for him. Erestor wondered just how much material he could possibly gather, to tease the seneschal with for the next century or so.

The female’s next move startled the advisor. She walked closer to Glorfindel placed her hands on the stone wall above his head and glared down at the seneschal for all she was worth. The look the prisoner gave him would have quelled more then a few warriors, but it did not faze Glorfindel in the slightest. The blond elf tilted his head back against the wall and smiled sweetly up at the fuming elleth. The complete calm of the seneschal incensed the prisoner’s temper and she snatched the paper off the warrior’s lap with one hand and waved it at him demandingly. He calmly reached up and took it back with a smile. “You thought I forgot about the paper, I see. Well I think that Erestor might wish to ask you a few questions of his own, so it would only be polite to let him go first. Do you not think so?,” Glorfindel questioned reasonable. The elleth glared down at the warrior once more before leaning back and walking away. Wrapping her arms around her middle, Kestrel fumed in silence as she paced back and forth near the end of the bed with a deep frown. Coming to a decision suddenly, the female whirled around and stormed up to Erestor, with her hands on her hips and foot tapping out an annoyed rhythm.

Glorfindel could not help giving in to his mirth, when the elleth stormed over to Erestor with the demanding air of a very annoyed commander awaiting an explanation, from a recruit who disobeyed a direct order. The withering glare she leveled at him, made the seneschal laugh all the harder. This small female most definitely had a volatile temper and was quite fearless as well. This was another tidbit of information that Glorfindel squirreled away for later thinking, but at the moment the seneschal was more interested in the interactions of the advisor and prisoner. The two had engaged in a frowning contest and it was hard to tell who was winning, because they wore identical frowns. Now Glorfindel was more convinced then ever, that if the prisoner was not a scribe, she very well should be! Deciding to break the silence and get on with the questioning, the warrior cleared his throat loudly. Two sets of eyes swung in his direction with perfect synchronicity, which made the golden haired ellon a bit unnerved. It was rather creepy the way they looked at him, as if he was a strange specimen of insect. The thought of insects brought back memories of Erestor’s collection and a slight shudder wracked the warrior’s frame in disgust. Shaking off the thought, Glorfindel muttered to Erestor, “I do believe the impatient one is awaiting your question, Tor. She has a long list of her own questions that she wishes to be answered, so she is a bit on the demanding side today. Please feel free to ask your question at your earliest convenience, my dear advisor.”

Erestor allowed his eyes to wander slowly over the prisoner with a thoughtful look on his face. He had quite a few questions in mind, but he wanted to start off with one that would throw her off balance and make it easier to catch her in a lie. Standing and nodding to the elleth, as she kept her darkening brown eyes pinned to his face, the advisor made his mind up. Erestor smiled, a small unfriendly advisor’s smile, before stating in a cold crisp tone, “The markings on your arms, back, heart and stomach are what interest me most at this point in time. No elf would allow their bodies to be marred in such a horrible fashion voluntarily, so I ask how it is that you come by the marks of the Dark Lord if you are not a spy?”

Kestrel heard the question with a sense of shock and outrage. Instinct had her fist connecting solidly with the advisor’s face in a beautiful roundhouse punch. This was definitely not one of the wiser things she had done in her lifetime, but it was one of the most satisfying! The elleth was completely taken off guard when two arms snaked around her waist and hauled her bodily off her feet. She lost the ability to breathe when she was tossed unceremoniously over the golden haired warrior’s very solid shoulder as he stalked to the bed and dropped her with a snarled, “Stay put!” Since she no longer knew how to breathe, Kestrel stayed where the irate warrior had tossed her and watched as he went to the darkling elf’s side. Rubbing the fist that she had hit the elf with, Kestrel pondered her immediate future and found that, after this misdeed, the future looked pretty grim. The elleth knew she had miscalculated her actions, but the damn darkling elf had insulted her to the very core! A low rumbling growl brought the prisoners attention back into focus and from the look in the warrior’s stormy blue eyes, she was in deep trouble.

Glorfindel leisurely strolled towards the bed with a furious gleam in eyes that had turned dark as stormy seas. Of all things he had expected, the female doing bodily harm to Erestor was the very last thing the seneschal had thought to see. Watching her dark brown eyes widen the closer he got, Glorfindel smiled grimly in satisfaction. If the small elleth was going to misbehave like a spoiled elfling, then she would suffer the consequences. He reached the bed, without a single movement from the prisoner. Leaning over the prone form of his prisoner, Glorfindel growled into her ear, so softly that Erestor could not hear, “You have an apology to make little warg! I expect it to be a sincere and nicely delivered one as well! If you ever raise your hand to him again, I will personally see to it that you will be unable to sit or lay on your back for a good fortnight. Do I make myself clear?” The small, shaky nod of agreement, the warrior’s threat produced, was not missed by the seneschal and he breathed softly into the prisoner’s ear, “Good! I am so glad you agree, my little warg, because being on my bad side is never a pleasant thing.”

Waiting for the golden haired ellon to lean back and walk away, Kestrel counted herself lucky that the blond warrior had only threatened her this time. Once he moved farther across the room towards the hearth, the elleth slithered out of bed on trembling limbs and made her way to the paper and charcoal. She would have used the quill and ink, but they were right by the warrior and she did not wish to be any closer then she had to at this moment! Taking her supplies, Kestrel crept over to the darkling elf with her eyes firmly placed on the still fuming blond. With a deep breath to steady both her nerves and her fingers, the elleth thought her apology through, and then began to write.

Scribble...Scribble…Scribble

My humble apologies for striking you sir, I should never have fallen to such a base depth, but your words inflamed my temper and resulted in my extreme lack of control. I do hope we can put this unseemly upset behind us and proceed in a more gracious manner.
Your most humble servent,
Kestrel.

Head held high with grave dignity, the prisoner handed Erestor her written note with a slight formal bow and walked away without a backward glance. Erestor quirked an eyebrow at Glorfindel, who was still staring after the elleth in a state of shock, and amusement if nothing else, this small female, could render an apology with grace.