The Last One In Middle Earth

Elves

Finn pov

I stayed on the pony for a long time. when we had finally stopped, we were at the troll land mark.

The big man and one of the little ones ran into the forest. They came back with a pretty lady and her horse.

The pretty lady said some words the the injured small man and argued with the kind man, before riding off

I'm almost positive, that they were speaking in one of the elvish languages, and that's why I could kind of understand them. I had only ever spoken it a few times in lessons otherwise we had kept to my mother tongue.

We had traveled a while longer, before I was finally taken off the pony. Once on the ground, my legs buckled, them having fallen asleep awhile ago. The kind man made a move to pick me up but, I quickly moved to stand up not used to being carried so much.

Stumbling to my feet, I shake out each leg even my hurt one trying to wake them up. The kind man makes a move to come closer once I've steadied myself. He sinks down to his knees and offers me his hand, he keeps glancing to my injured back leg so I think he wants to look at it again.

Slowly walking up to him I let him touch it. It hurts but it's not bad enough that I have to be carried, thank the valler.

We had been staying in the clearing for a while. When suddenly I could horses in the distance, heading our way. I quickly hid in a bush near by as it was instinct.

The kind man looked confused by what I did, untill the riders were almost apon us and they could hear them too.

He pulled his sword out and took up a battle stance. The riders entered the clearing. The kind man almost immediately put away his sword and relaxed. The group that had just appeared was made up of ten elves and thirteen horses.