OOC: I haven't posted or read anything on here in a long while. I feel kinda bad because I have writing projects I said would be continued. And I haven't... I'm writing this short story for two reasons: 1. I feel like I should post something , and 2. I had this idea that I really want written.

Daethelin Ciryatan stood next to a tall, gnarled oak. She looked up at the dark sky through the leaves. Her black armour clinked as she reached out and touched the tree.
"Sister?"
Daethelin turned. Standing a stones throw away was an elf dressed in full battle armour.
"Aerandir? What are you doing here?"
The elf stepped into the moonlight.
"I am searching for a small dragon. Have you seen one, perhaps?"
"A dragon? I fear not. Why?
Aerandir glanced back over his shoulder.
"My lady's meolooke has run off."
Daethelin laughed. "A cat-dragon?"
"Yes." Aerandir looked sombre.
Daethelin stopped giggling. "Oh. Is she quite sad?"
Aerandir looked up absentmindedly. "What? Oh, yes. Very... sad."
"What is it?" Daethelin tried to follow her brother's gaze.
"I'm... not sure. Milady seems distracted."
"You seem distracted, brother."
The elf turned away, then looked back. "I must find the meolooke."
"Aerandir," Daethelin said softly, "That is not all. Tell me what is wrong."
"Daethelin Nightlark, I have something very important to tell you."
"What?" Daethelin looked worried.
"A human came to our camp today. He was dressed finely, rode a white horse and had a white falcon on his fist. He dined with the Captain and our lady."
Daethelin searched her brother's eyes, but they avoided hers.
"Daethelin, he inquired after me. We spoke for a while, and he asked about... you."
Daethelin gasped. "What? Why"
"He wishes you and I to accompany him on a journey to the dwarf capitol."
"For what purpose?"
Aerandir was about to answer, when a small, black dragon darted past. "Quick, catch it!"
Daethelin reached out and snagged the meolooke out of midair. "Here is your dragon. Now tell me what the human wanted!"
"He is recruiting warriors. For a quest to capture the Rookur Rukoor.
Daethelin stomped her foot, causing her armour to clank loudly. "That is all? You made it sound like he wanted my hand!"
Aerandir laughed. "You make it easy, sister!"
Daethelin quickly drew her bow. "I will end you."
"You know for a fact that the arrow would never reach me."
Daethelin returned the bow to the rack on her armour's spine. "No. It would not."
Aerandir offered her his arm. "Shall we away?"
Daethelin Ciryatan grabbed her brother's hand and ran, yanking him along.
"Careful! I may drop the meolooke."

The forest grew silent once more as the dark elves vanished into the night.

OOC: I based this story off of a picture I drew. I'll put a link up when I upload it.