Elraina's Chamber

[Tinaldor]

Here is a small, sufficient room in the dark tower, set aside for Elraina Lominis during her training here.

[Élraina LÓminís]

The room as simple in design yet had a feeling of grace and style. It was not as she had expected a room in Mordor to be like. To start with the bed was big and comfortable, it seamed what ever impression she had made on Tinaldor, she was been treated as a royal guest as much as she was a trainee in the masters service. After Lemor had show her to the room he had waited around for a while watching her as if he expecting a request or something from her. But she could think of nothing but the man who she had seen in the throne room. “you can go” she mumble to him as he stood by the door waiting “but my lord wished I made sure you were settled and comfortable in your room” he replied the tone of his voice full of expectation “well I am, and I do not require anything else but my own company for now… if I need anything else I will call you”

He bowed and left with out another word, Élraina slumped on to her bed despondently. She had been told to rest, to sleep and prepare for the day ahead, which no doubt would see her pushed to the limits. She welcomed the challenge; in fact she had called the challenge upon her self. But now her mind was filled with thoughts unlike she had felt before, her womanhood throbbing in her mind like a beacon. She knew if Tinaldor got wind of her newly found desire he would use it against her, he would used everything she held dear against her to get the most for her training. She tossed and turned in her bed unable to settle, even the words of her mother seamed lost in the depths of her thoughts.

In a fit of frustration she rose and slid her sword from where she had left it on the simple chest of drawers. She studied the blade for a moment, slowly running her hand down its length; she winced as the deep wound in her hand made contact with the smooth cold metal. She watched how the light for the torch that flicked low on the wall caught the rune carved in to metal. Bring her free hand back up to the hilt she swung the weapon though the air. Lunging forward she went thought the motions of a normal weapons training session. Working till her body glistened with a light film of sweat and her muscle cry out, finally she slid down on to the cold stone floor and buried her head in her hands “I will make it though this, I will wield that power he has temped me with… and I will do it for my self for there is no one else I can trust anymore”

[Tinaldor]

Next morning
In the early hours of the morning, before the sun had risen, the Guard knocked on Elraina's door, and woke up the young elf.
"Lord Tinaldor requests your presence in the Throne Room. Your training is to begin."

[Élraina LÓminís]

The night didn’t pass easy, time and time again Élraina found herself waking from dark dreams. Dreams were the power was at her fingertips and still she wanted more. Her body tingled and her head throbbed as she finally gave in and rose from the bed, draping the sheet around her has she walked over towards the night stand. To her surprise the water in the jug was hot, steam rose from it as she looked around towards the door. She had not heard anyone enter till the knock had come upon her door, even though her sleep had seamed to be lighter than normal.

The cold stone ached under her feet, she missed the softness of the valley, the gentle sound of the river and it flowed through the heart of it. But for every thought of home she had it was quickly followed by a shot of burning desire. Desire for the darker side of life, the power, the lust to be everything her mother and father had not been. The had followed all their lives and had died for it, ok her mother had not passed on but she was a shell who had take the ship to the west not out of choice but because she had nothing left to live for. She loved them and yet she was beginning to loath their weakness, she wondered if her mother had ever dreamt of being more than she was, more than the soldier who followed the orders of others unquestioningly.

She washed, taking care to clean and dress the wound on her palm, wincing as she wrapped a thin strip of cotton around her hand. It would sock up the sweat and keep the wound as clean as possible. Every twinge of pain that radiated through her wrist and up the length of her arm reminded her, of her eagerness to accept Tinaldors training. She wanted to learn, wanted to soak up all the knowledge and skill that he imparted on her. She was like a child, really and willing for him to mold her and shape her in to something new and strong.

Even as she pulled the tight leather pant over her shapely legs she could feel the darkness eating away at her heart, not ridding her of emotion or the ability to love as she had feared. But enhancing and developing desire and need to have it all, to have so much she had never experienced. She was about to call out to the guard and have him scratch one of the new itches the dark side was nurturing inside her, when she realized the time. The sun, if you could call it that, for it was little more than a dimly glowing orb that shone behind the cloud of smog, had risen.

It was time, she gathered her sword and daggers and swept her hair from over her shoulder, skimming her hand down the length of her body, she wondered if any of those she knew from home would recognize her. The Tailored leather vest skimmed over the curves of her body, she was not sure if it felt right but it was had been left for her. With a final glance round the room she left slipped out the heavy door and headed towards the throne room