**OOC: I am sorry if some of my points here aren't very fluid, I am still struggling with being more concise in my writing. I do have a tendancy to labour my points :p therefore what should be 2 pages of story turns into 10! haha, not so good for you guys here on la ;)**
Vardarianna pushes the dagger against the maiden's neck, grinning wide upon seeing a line of deep crimson red that trails away from the small cut.
'You're bleeding...' Vardarianna states, 'maybe I can help you out, you cannot bleed if you have no blood to bleed with.'
She brings her other dagger up, placing the tip against the maiden's neck.
The elf has a slender neck, the pale skin seems almost as though to radiate within the noon-day sun.
Joyous to see the elf maiden laying helplessly beneath her, Vardaianna laughs. Minyalire frowns at this and then turns her head so that she stares off into the distance, those eyes now so sad and despairing.
'Look at me' Vardarianna orders, drawing her right dagger more so across the maiden's neck, drawing more blood. The elf does as she is told; her blue/gold eyes stare up now. Such beautiful eyes that can at times be filled with hatred but also with love.
Minyelaire then says something softly, in Elvish, something that Vardarianna does not understand.
For a moment, for a brief and seemingly eternal moment, the maiden Vardarianna is captured within those eyes, the eyes of a long lost friend, a soul mate.
The eyes of a betrayer... She thinks angrily. Her soft red lips twist into a cruel scowl.
'There is no excuse for what you had done... Elf... Now you die...' Vardarianna grins, bringing a dagger up- the metal of the dagger glints within the sunlight. The last thing that the elf will see is the cruel smile of a mad woman and the glint of an Elvish dagger, descending toward her.
'Goodbye...' Minyelaire smiles sadly up to the maiden.
Vardarianna brings her dagger down; a moment of shock alights upon the elf maiden's features before she closes her eyes, awaiting death.
A sound of metal against stone, a gasp, chocking...
Minyelaire opens her eyes to see the wide eyed Vardarianna grasping at her back. The maiden coughs, blood spills from between her lips.
'T-That is... Is.. Is... For my sister' A young red haired boy, covered in blood and dirt steps away from the maidens, he wears chains about his hands and his feet. He wears a look of defiance, though with haste men descend upon him, swords at the ready and quickly his life is ended.
Such a young boy, yet even with such a brutal death he dies with a smile upon his lips, his vengeance sated.
'Vardarianna...' Mineyalire sits bolt upright, paying no heed to the now dead boy. She takes the Gondorian maiden by the arms. 'Vardarianna... No...' She cries, selfishly pulling Vardaianna into herself, embracing her as tightly as she can.
'Do not leave me...' Minyelaire pleads.
'You left... Left me...' Vardarianna sobs.
'Yes... I am sorry... I should not have done so, I am sorry.' Mineylaire admits. She does not have the time to explain the truth.
Weakly, Vardarianna wraps her arms around the elf and then with a cough and an almost silent sigh, she slumps within the elf maiden's arms, she is quiet now, she will never stir again.
