Tigeroar & an elf enchantress

"Farewell, my armsman." There were only the soft songs of the autumn leaves before the young elfmaid finally spoke up.

They both knew next time they met, they would be in the battlefield of Emain Macha. Their polearm and magic wand would point to each other.

Tigeroar replied with his deep voice, "Take care, ... my lady." There were thousands of words in his heart to say, but it seemed there was a curse sealing them, forbidding them to slip into the ears of this beautiful elf enchantress. How many times he wanted to speak up his feelings on her; how many times he wanted to put down all the code of ethics in his guild and the Albion law of Camelot; how many times he wanted to ignore the loyalty and swears to his lord; how many times he wanted to drop his polearm and embraced the one standing in front of him. ... Nevertheless, the fate filled him with despair and woke him up in his dreams.

"You too, Tiger. ... See you in our frontier." The young elf enchantress said with her usual musical voice, smiling to comfort the sinking heart of the knight.

She turned her face and walked gently into the Hibernian forest, the realm of the elves.

The highlander armsman stared to the place where she vanished. He could see nothing, but the memory of the elfmaid's angelic smile and wetted eyes.

(to be cont'd)