A whistle cut the silence as Neinna threw her dagger at the dummy. She was a talented elf and the next in line to take over her father's tribe, Turgon. Sand spilled out of the deflated dummy as she slid her dagger out. What an easy target, she needed to practice on something real.
"Hey Ney-na!," Fe called and he ran to catch up to her, "I saw that throw, it was pretty good!"
"Thanks," Neinna said barely moving her lips, "but it's getting old. My targets don't move so how can it help me?"
Fe shrugged, his pointed ears twitching in amusement, "I don't know. Maybe you could ask your father and he'd have the guards line up for you to practice on."
"Hahaha, very funny, Fe."
"ok, sorry, but you do need to see him anyway. He just called a meeting and I was sent to fetch you."
Neinna's eyes widened, "why didn't you tell me that in the first place?" She ran off with her blue hair trailing behind her.
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Battle of Elves
FantasyWaarloft is attempting to destroy the steps to heaven once again with the help of his elf tribe, Ciryatan. When Oropher hears this he sends his only daughter, Neinna and her friend Feanaro to try to stop him before he sends all the creatures to hell...
