Raging Hatred

[solohell]

Illidan ran swiftly through the trees. His armblades swayed wildly in his hands. Illidan was about to enter into the vicinity of the source of his hatred, Rivendell... Those acursed elves. They are all unjust monstrosities. They believe themselves to be fair and glorified, but I can see them as the harsh beings they are.

Illidan entered into the large city, finally. He walked down the steps that led to a lowered part of the ground. He was now where the Fellowship of the Ring began their quest. Rivendell had an ominous feeling to it though. Illidan noted no elvish around, which was very strange.

[Arwen Undomiel]

Arwen was out on her balcony looking out when Illidan walked down the steps below her. Seeing him she backed into her room where she could see without being noticed. Seeing the weapons she drew her sword walking through her father's halls and out to where Illidan stood. Coming up behind him she spoke calmly, "I wouldn't move if I were you." she stayed back far enough away so that she could react if he decided to turn and attack, "Who are you and what do you want?"

A determined and focused look was on her face. Much like the one she'd had when she'd faced down the Wringraiths. She'd had no fear of them and she had no fear of the elf in front of her either. Her eyes were sharp as she watched him prepared to fight if she had to, to protect her home and those that were left in Rivendell, though she preferred not to fight at all. Her soft velvet light blue dress swayed lightly from the breeze and with her father away visiting her grandmother she wore no jewelry but the ring on her head signifying elven royalty, having given her Evenstar Necklace to Aragorn.