[ColletteTook]

<<moahah! lulu, t'will not be long before we cause destruction and mayhem. Ah! how i savor these words..>>


Collette was nearing her half-way mark to the ending of her final trek back to her acclaimed homeland.
It had been a week since she left Jecht and Thengise, and she missed them sorely.
She made camp sullenly an three hours after sunset, she had forced herself to stop.
There, afront the flickering firelight, she pretended they were there laughing at the ghost of jokes that Jecht had once made, she relived.
Her soft laughs were choked off by two large and ambling hands that sqeezed her throat shut tightly. She sturggled against them, aimlessly grouping for her dagger.
The cloaked figure laughed and took pleasure from watching her struggle helplessly and threw her to the ground to give her a precious few mercy-breaths.
Collette rolled across the forest floor and gasped for air, and from surpise and sudden fear. The cloaked entity stood, it was undiscernable.
"Thengise! help me!" she screamed over and over again, hoping to the gods someone might hear, and they did.
By chance, a rider was upon the path that night and heard the distressed shrieks of a murder being commited. In all haste, the elf-rider rode as quickly as possible back to where he had seen Thengise last, Lorien (being princess, people, as well as your own kind usually know what your up to, a constant peeve of Thengise's).
The man bound her wrists, and gagged her mouth tight.
He lauhged at her tears as his short, keen blade totured her forearms open, he twisted the blade about in a circle with the flesh of her inner arm, making her scream and writhe in agony against the bondage upon her mouth.
He laughed loudly again and pulled from his cloak a large granite stone from whch he commenced to slam and grind it into her skull with deep sickening crunches.
But the valar showed no mercy for this poor hobbit, she was still alive.
Her entire body throbbed with pain,her blood drenched- now unrecognizable head lolled from side to side, and he took pity for the creature.
"Evil prevails. It always has and will.Your petty body will hang from the gates in a warning to this" he growled.
Collette lifted herself, with all the strength she could muster and uttered her last proud words that no one ever heard : "All you need is love" and he slit her throat, mercy, sweet mercy, and she died.
The trek that took Collette a week took the rider a mere two hours before he staggered up into the palace and hammered on the princesses door before letting himself in. "The halfling is in mortal danger" was all he had to say before Jecht and Thengise were clambering on mail over their pajamas, but they were too late.

[ October 23, 2002: Message edited by: ColletteTook ]