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• Fiction
• Children

								

“Listen!” She said sharply. “While I was on guard, a noble bowman came up to me near Golden Pond. He sent news that Orcs have come to The Northern Pines! We must get rid of the foul creatures in our land!” Her strong voice echoed off the high walls and the King stood up, alarmed. There was gasps in the crowd. L’thien winced at the hard stare of King Tithrendil. 
“Are you sure about this young guard?” The King said, standing by his throne. He wore a crown of bright blue flowers, growing on a mossy oak branch, bent to fit around his head. 
“Yes. King Tithrendil!” L’thien said. A moment passed. Concern trickled through her as she realized he was not responding. “Tithrendil, I  would not lie to my king!” L’thien said, her head bowed.
“L’thien, you are one of my most loyal guards, though I don’t believe such creatures should ever come so close to the border.” The King said sharply. “Guards! Go! Send a patrol with L’thien, attack what you can but do not kill yourselves! Scare them away! GO!” There was a shuffle as the elves turned, making room for those who would go into the woods. L’thien looked at the fine elves, armored in cloaks and small pieces of armor as they parted. The pathway forming and L’thien walked swiftly between the elves, receiving a couple nods and smiles. 
The guards opened the great wooden doors again. The large group of elves unsheathed daggers and readied their bows. L’thien smiled as the group of elves, their feet making no sounds, ran swiftly into the forest. They traveled a good way and the forest was growing less dense. L’thien blinked as a beam of sun hit her eye. Orcs could be heard now, talking quietly as if to conceal that they ever were in the forest. Their sharp tongue was unmistakable. 
“L’thien!” An elf whispered near her. “I hear them!” The elf looked tense and worried, yet younger than the others. L’thien nodded. L’thien held her bow up and pointed to the noise. The elves stealthily circled the trees. L’thien could hear the crackle of a small burning fire. Fools! They will send the forest on fire! The ground was littered with the flammable pine needles.
She pulled back with her bow and aimed. Others with bows did the same. Elves with daggers stood back. Through the trees you could see the orcs roasting a hen, their beady black eyes staring greedily at the dead bird. 
L’thien’s arrow pointed to an orc patrolling on the outskirts of the clearing.
The leader of the elf patrol signaled for the elves to fire. The soft whir of the flying arrow landed with a hollow sound, hitting the target. THUNK. Arrows were thick in the air now, along with the horrid cries of the orcs.  An orc with sharp, yellow, grimy teeth and cruel eyes was staring at her. He unsheathed his orc blade and held it up in the air and charged at L’thien. L’thien felt for her daggers, then remembering she left them in the Great Hall. As the orc was nearing he raised his dagger and L’thien went to her last resort; and stabbed the orc in the heart with her arrow. 
She received her arrow from the orc's body, and quickly surveyed the battle scene. All of the orcs were not looking well, (of course orcs don’t look very good in the first place) and their dark blood stained the pine needles in the clearing. Lithien shot another arrow from her bow hitting an orc about to stab an elf. The arrow easily pierced him and he fell down clutching his heart and screaming dramatically. There were few orcs left and they were easily outnumbered. 
L’thien went into the circle of pines and searched the remnants of the orc’s stay. Inside the circle of pines, the earth was like a bowl, perfect for avoiding being seen by others. The leader of this group was clever. She thought. 
A small fire was kindling on some old pine needles on the ground next to her. L’thien spat angrily at the burning fire and stomped it out. As she gazed around, the orcs' screams slowly died out into the footsteps of her fellow people. No orcs were in sight. The group of orcs had officially been killed, the quiet stealth of elves overpowered. L’thien smiled and bowed, the bowman Fillain, and King Tithrendil bowed, suspiciously bursting in laughter and grinning hysterically.  Soon the heroic scene faded into blooming woods. They then turned into regular people, Mist and Droplet to be exact.
 “Horah!!!” Mist yelled. “I do believe that’s our best one yet! We should get costumes and record!” 
“Hah!” Droplet smiled, “That would be pretty fun!”
“WE COULD WRITE A SCRIPT!” Mist said wide eyed.
“YEAHHHH!” Droplet replied, “I’ll be right back!”
Droplet sped out and ran around the pond, returned running with a pad of paper and a pencil. They both sat down on the soft grassy ground, excited.
“Alright! How do we begin?”











Chapter Two

“I’d better get those two back! The sun is at noon already!” Birch said, “A good batch of bread and a salad will be ready for them!” Birch, being the twins mother, had the same dark brown hair, but wavey. She had very bright blue eyes and a wonderful smile. She had grown up in the same little village they were in now. 
“I can get them,” River responded. “I need to get some dandelion root anyways!”
“Alright,” Birch watched as her husband walked out the door with a smile.
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“Great! Scene one is finished!” Mist announced proudly. Droplet beamed at their work. The grass swayed slightly to the push of  wind. Sun was filtering through the leaves as Mist and Droplet read the words of a script. They were sitting down, and their backs rested against the Crimson's small trunk.
“My! A great day to be outside!” River shouted as he approached them, across the pond, pointing to the sky. “The sun is shining with all its might!”
“Yeah! Even the grass is happy, look at it dance!” Mist responded, grinning. 
“Hah!” River replied, “It’s lunch time!”
Mist and Droplet started putting away their bow and arrows. Mist climbed up the tree and placed the homemade weapons in the usual spot. The twins hurried along to walk with their dad. 
	“So! What’s lunch?” Mist asked, walking alongside River.
	“Mom baked a loaf of bread and some colorful salad!”
	Mist and Droplet cheered. Fresh bread was great, and usually had helpful and tasty herbs hidden inside, mothers special touch. Mist 
	Droplet bent down to the ground and fingered the leaves of a wintergreen. “When is our next lesson?”
	“Today! After lunch! Mom said we should learn about Pokeweed.” Mist answered. River nodded. “Herbs, and possibly learn the bark of some trees too.”
	Mist and Droplet smiled. “Sounds good to me!” As they talked, clouds gathered above them covering the afternoon sun. The forest got quiet as they walked. The birds stopped tweeting and the frogs from the pond stopped croaking. 

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