Introducing Raewyn..and Lira?!

Suilaid! (Greetings)

My greetings to the Fellowship! I am Raewyn Greenleaf Peredil-Elandili, very distant half-cousin of Legolas Greenleaf, Sole Elf and member of the Fellowship of the Ring.

I was born in the gentle woods of Ithilien, but was raised between the Shire and Lothlorien. I am the daughter of Erudan, a mortal with a few drops of Elvish blood and Nessa, a hobbit. Odd, yes. Many laugh even and do not believe me, saying such a thing's impossible. I disagree.
I am called Wyn or Wryn. I grew up between the Woods, with the trees, fed on stories and tales of old. My mother would sit in trees with me and tell me of Frodo Baggins, and the Fellowship of the Ring.
I spent many happy days by myself fighting Orks, after fashioning my own Sting from a piece of wood; first pretending to be Merry and Pippin, then Legolas, and then Gandalf. I floated down a river in my funeral makeshift boat with Lord Boromir, clambered down rocks and roots with Sam and Frodo, charged down a hill with the Rohirrim, and galloped through the dark caves of the Door of the Dead with Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli.

A dear acquaintance, the Lady Elena, has oft remarked to me that Elves speak one way, Hobbits another. I find it hard to not dabble in the manner of speaking of both Races. Especially as I have passed Rivendell not too long ago without even stopping! I've never seen a Elf before, and wish to from the top of my (rather short) head to me feet, to see one. But I cannot linger if I'm to catch up before nightfall. I am so very far behind, but my heart sings at the thought that I am following the path of The Nine!

But wait! What is that?

"Pleeeeeease?"

I stopped abruptly and looked around in puzzlement. Who is that? Had I come across my companions already?

I ran, parting the grass as I moved forward. My feet quickened of their own accord and I nearly let out a yell as I stumbled across a small hallow. Lira!

She was tied up and seated across from a strange dwarf, looking most dissatisfied.

I dropped down into the deep grass and inched forward careful not to make a sound. I peeked into the hallow and bit my lip to keep from laughing. Poor Lira! Her forced companion looked none too friendly.

From what I could tell, he was busying himself with a rusted old pot and some vegetables. I laughed silently. Surely, he wasn't trying to make soup?

I got up and circled the hallow, coming up behind Lira.

"How could you be so cruuuuuuuuuueeeeell to a poor, helpless little elf?" Lira cried, and looked miserable. "Not to mention a poor, helpless kidnapped elf!"

The dwarf ignored her.

There was silence and then she sighed and started screaming. "I AM A BORED ELF, AND NO-ONE WANTS TO COME RESCUE ME!!!!!" And threw a temper tantrum, much to the alarm of the nameless dwarf.

He turned around and threw a carrot at her, which she caught with her teeth.

Grinning, I looked around and saw something of interest lying near Lira. I crept up behind her and reached past to grasp the dwarf's cloak.

I dragged it away and hurriedly went through the pockets hoping to find a knife of some sort, (mine had fallen down a empty well) but found nothing.

Annoyed, but not discouraged, I crawled back to Lira, determined to bit through her bounds if that's what if took. Unfortunately, I must have been too loud. I felt, rather then heard, footsteps and my head was introduced to a rather heavy pot.

~Raewyn