It’s dangerous you know | Epic Underscore Music for Christmas

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It’s dangerous you know | Epic Underscore Music for Christmas

Chapter 2 – It’s dangerous you know!

“This is foolishness.” An angry elf stormed off across the tavern to sit at a round table. Without more than a second’s hesitation, four more elves joined the first. The others lingered, but only for a moment. Ayen stood beside the the chair Nyna was in, and he stood alone. He squatted down next to the girl, feverishly needing to ask her a question.

“Nyna.” Ayen spoke softly, “Tell me how to get to the cottage.”

She snickered under her breath.

“It’s dangerous.” She said, voice level.

“I know. I heard the story.”

“No. The roots of the trees, they grab you.” She shivered, “They move like snakes. I was able to dodge it, but one got a hold of this huge branch.  The earth moved and swallowed it, and then everything just stopped. That’s when I left.”

“Where?” Ayen pressed, leaning in closer, “Please.”

Nyna looked into his desperate eyes, begging her. She could tell the flower was not for him, but someone else. Some village elf girl, most likely. A gift for her.

“Fine. The cottage, I’d say, was a half day’s walk. From here, go North, until you reach a large, split tree-”

“I know it. Where next?” Ayen spoke up.

“Then East. I’m not sure how far, I just had to get away from the trees out there. Once you get close enough, you’ll be able to smell the flowers. That’s how I found it.”

“Thank you, Nyna.” Ayen stood to leave, “I appreciate it.”

The smaller elf nodded, taking another drink from the mug. She gestured with her hand for him to hurry on. Ayen sat his now empty mug on the counter, and rushed outside. He adjusted the small bag on his side, and caught a glimpse of a lovely planter. Ayen went to it and picked it up, admiring the faceted sides, making the pot look like it was carved from sapphire. Again he thought of Viessa, her deep blue eyes looking into his while she laughed. He could still hear the sound, melodic and woody.

He bought the pot and put it in his satchel. As he turned to the North, about to set off, Nyna stopped him, holding a stein in the air, waving. She thrust it into his chest, breathily.

“To keep you warm.” The elf said, “It’s cider from inside. From Theoden.”

Ayen nodded in thanks, and the other elf bounded back into the tavern. He hung the skein on his side, the warmth from the cider heating under his thick coat.  His boots crunched over the snow as Ayen lightly ventured into the forest. The split tree was a tree he was familiar with, as it was about as far as anyone would go from the village. The air felt thicker past that, like it was filled with tension. Ayen covered more ground than Nyna was able to, his stride was so much longer. A trek that took her half a day shouldn’t take more than a few hours, even less if it was as close as she let on.

Chapter 2 – It’s dangerous you know!

“This is foolishness.” An angry elf stormed off across the tavern to sit at a round table. Without more than a second’s hesitation, four more elves joined the first. The others lingered, but only for a moment. Ayen stood beside the the chair Nyna was in, and he stood alone. He squatted down next to the girl, feverishly needing to ask her a question.

“Nyna.” Ayen spoke softly, “Tell me how to get to the cottage.”

She snickered under her breath.

“It’s dangerous.” She said, voice level.

“I know. I heard the story.”

“No. The roots of the trees, they grab you.” She shivered, “They move like snakes. I was able to dodge it, but one got a hold of this huge branch.  The earth moved and swallowed it, and then everything just stopped. That’s when I left.”

“Where?” Ayen pressed, leaning in closer, “Please.”

Nyna looked into his desperate eyes, begging her. She could tell the flower was not for him, but someone else. Some village elf girl, most likely. A gift for her.

“Fine. The cottage, I’d say, was a half day’s walk. From here, go North, until you reach a large, split tree-”

“I know it. Where next?” Ayen spoke up.

“Then East. I’m not sure how far, I just had to get away from the trees out there. Once you get close enough, you’ll be able to smell the flowers. That’s how I found it.”

“Thank you, Nyna.” Ayen stood to leave, “I appreciate it.”

The smaller elf nodded, taking another drink from the mug. She gestured with her hand for him to hurry on. Ayen sat his now empty mug on the counter, and rushed outside. He adjusted the small bag on his side, and caught a glimpse of a lovely planter. Ayen went to it and picked it up, admiring the faceted sides, making the pot look like it was carved from sapphire. Again he thought of Viessa, her deep blue eyes looking into his while she laughed. He could still hear the sound, melodic and woody.

He bought the pot and put it in his satchel. As he turned to the North, about to set off, Nyna stopped him, holding a stein in the air, waving. She thrust it into his chest, breathily.

“To keep you warm.” The elf said, “It’s cider from inside. From Theoden.”

Ayen nodded in thanks, and the other elf bounded back into the tavern. He hung the skein on his side, the warmth from the cider heating under his thick coat.  His boots crunched over the snow as Ayen lightly ventured into the forest. The split tree was a tree he was familiar with, as it was about as far as anyone would go from the village. The air felt thicker past that, like it was filled with tension. Ayen covered more ground than Nyna was able to, his stride was so much longer. A trek that took her half a day shouldn’t take more than a few hours, even less if it was as close as she let on.

Read chapter 3 – The brightly twinkled flower