Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings. It officially and respectfully belongs to J. R. R. Tolkien. However, I do own the characters, creatures, and "language" that is of my creation.



Author's Note

Concerning Names and Characters [You can find the same text in my bio]

Hey. Naheka here. But wait! Which Naheka? What do you mean, "Which Naheka?".

If you've read my stuff, you'll know that I have an OC running around being either a nineteen or sixteen year old Bounty Hunter that is a menace to society, or the lawfully wedded wife of Legolas. I AM NOT HER.

It all started when I was a young, foolish, really really stupid first-time fic author. Wrote a crossover between Harry Potter and Tenchi Muyo!. It was nice. After that, I wrote this... weird... parody thing called Protest of the Fic. It was about myself and the interaction of the charaters after my first fic. Ha ha, oh-how-cute-...-no-not-really-just-freaky. Right after that one came along, I became a The Lord of the Rings fanatic. "I saw the light...." I came in as another pathetic self-insert [coughs, hacks, dies] and interacted with characters. I made a sequel to that.

After that sequel... I found that putting myself in my own fics weren't always the best thing to do [Yay! Heroic self-inserts are BAD!... unless they're true of course.] So, I made my first OC. Sad thing is, I don't want to rename her. I don't want to rename myself.

And that's my story. I... am secretly forging a great and almighty powerful ...pencil that shall draw the fine line between myself and OC.


Conerning... Other Stuff

This story involves a collision between the world that I have created myself, and the world that Tolkien created himself. There. Is that clear?


Bo-oring... (yawns and falls off her chair) Owee. Hope I haven't bored you away by now. On with the fic.






SET IT OFF




"Give it back, Akui!"

"Nah-ah! Nahe's too little to do anything!"

"I am not! Gimmie!"

The cackling smirk on Akuitaki Ryunarasu's face only widened with satisfaction that his little sister, Naheka Ryunarasu was simply too weak to push her toes up high enough to claim a shiny copper coin that he was wagging right above her head. Burning desert sands reddened Naheka's tiny three-year-old feet, but persistence kept her going. Though copper was worthless to her financially, her age-old grandfather told her it was an ancient piece meant to bring good luck. Of course, such a childish concept was a mere ruse, but being young and foolish, Naheka treasured it and guarded it with whatever skill she had.

Akui snickered and dropped the coin into his smallest pocket on the front of his cotton shirt. She snarled, barring whatever fangs a three-year-old bore, and lunged at him. Sand got into her emerald green eyes as Akui swiftly leapt backward, spraying even more stinging grains into her face. Tears rolled down her dirty cheeks like the sweat that glazed her temples, which were covered by tangled knots of dark auburn hair. Screaming, she charged after her brother once again, who was only leading her back to their village, still wagging the copper pence behind him.

And after that, he had succeeded in keeping the coin for himself, and Naheka ran crying to her elder brothers and sisters. They did not bother to retrieve her charm from the six-year-old that had stolen it, and simply told her that one day, she'd get it back from him. When her tears had stopped pouring, she was left alone with the other little children of her family to watch the soldiers, her elder brothers and sisters, grab their spears and bows to slay a wandering badung that had strayed into civilization. Badung meat was absolutely exquisite to the Ryunarasu, yet the badung were not easily captured, for it had four stout legs, six glimmering ivory horns, and one burning yellow eye that blinded whoever looked into it.

Naheka remembered looking out the window with her head laying on the sill, gazing at those swift and graceful moves that her siblings pulled together, successfully and easily gorging its great eye and impaling its breast upon a long spear. She recalled not a single flinch or recoil when the badung's dark blue blood spilled across their shoulders, and backs, only rejoicing at the bountiful catch that they had attained. The Ryunarasu family at the village could be filled with half of it, and the other half could be sold, at an unreasonable price of course, to any unsuspecting by passers who hadn't the slightest idea that badung meat was poison to the bone. But a Ryunarasu could stand its venom, for much more deadlier toxins live in their saliva.

Naheka watched them bask in their glory; Akui taunt her with her piece of copper; her family setting out to raid other villages; beloved members dying. And for many years, she stayed like that, watching the world accelerate, leaving her in the dust.

But it wouldn't be like that for long.






"You better..."

"Nope."

"I'm warning you."

"You're still just a kid. Go away."

"I hope you understand---"

"Be quiet!"

In a flash of microseconds, Naheka had dropped to her ankles and swung her now long and sturdy leg under Akuitaki's step. He stumbled and tripped, falling face forward into the same, scorching hot sand of the same scorching hot desert. Naheka pounced on his back as he was down and snatched a pretty little thing she found lying in the sand. Somehow, it seemed to be calling her name. When she had found the trinket, she could immediately tell it could bring forth great evil and power. But Ryunarasu's were bounty hunters to the core, on their own side of the apocalypse, and she couldn't care less. Of course, Akui seemed to pop out of nowhere, only to knock her to the ground and dash off in another victorious plunder. After thirteen straight years of this crap, Naheka was used to it.

"You cannot hide..." whispered the possessed inanimate object.

"Hide from what?" Naheka thought inwardly, her eyes narrowing through a loop in the object.

It was a ring. A gold ring. A plain, boring, pathetically bland gold ring.

"Shame," she sighed out loud, tossing it up carelessly into the air, "Rings are worthless. It's mine."

"You don't know where it came from," muttered Akui underneath her weight, "And get off me!"

"Hey, I don't know where you came from either."

"That wasn't funny."

"Then why am I laughing? Ha! Ha! Ha!"

By then, Akui had bucked her off him and she rolled into the sand. Little sister was the one cackling this time as she bounded over his head, and sprinted off like the north winds, west of the village. Akui, in a furious taste for revenge, dove at her heels. But she was too nimble for him, and she mounted the pale blue gingae that she had tethered to a rock that poked out of the sand. Gingae were the lightest of heel in the desert with their springy long legs, and balanced torso and head. A crown of silver thorn like barbs lined the forehead plate of this particular gingae , perfect for cleaving the binds of the rope around its neck and fleeing from its parked spot with its rider upon its back.

"Saude lachai alkaugh ke badrae," she sang loudly to tease her brother as her gingae gently cantered over the knolls of sand. Akui was sprinting just behind her.
Lachai alkaugh ke badrae,
Lachai alkaugh ke badrae,
Saude lachai alkaugh ke badrae,
Meu lo jhe hada z
*-- agh!"

The gingae had suddenly gritted to a halt, flinging her off its back and once again, into the earth. But she didn't hit sand this time. Instead, a cold plate of metal met her back, and a rather filthy pair of hairy feet came up into her face. Instinctively unsheathing a dagger from a tin scabbard that she had belted onto her thigh, she pointed down at a crippled pile of what seemed to be nine, very strange, very odd, very... stupid looking men. Some of them were wearing a sheet of teqilla , which was armor in Ryunarasu reference, and others numerous layers of coats and jackets, particularly four hairy-footed males at the top of the mass. One wore a giant dinner plate. And, another wore a pair of leather brown boots that looked exactly like the ones she had laying in the corner of her own room. Could these aliens be thieves?

"Do these... things here look edible to you?" Naheka inquired as Akui slowed down to observe the scene. Neither of them recalled those men lying in a huddle five seconds ago. They would've have seen them, from wherever they came.

"If we roast them," Akui suggested, "and perhaps add some callugh petals, they'll probably do for a salad dressing."

"...Good idea!" she exclaimed in reply, "Get the Bearers and the Burners! We're having a bonfire tonight!"

At the sound of these words, someone from the very bottom of the pile began screaming.

"Stop!" it cried, "We are alive! Be gone! Do not eat us!"

"Ai," mumbled another voice, except it was clearer than the other, "...Where are we, Mithrandir? I do not recognize these lands."

"Hush, Master Elf, "came a grumble, "Now, why are you crying out loud like an infant to its mother, Master Dwarf?"

"We are about to be burned and sacrificed!" the first voice shrieked again.

"Burned and sacrificed! Ai, Elbereth!"

Naheka and Akuitaki stood there next to the pile, eyebrows raised as they listened to the rest of the frantic conversation. It was a very long banter of shouting and hollering before it became common sense, as the hunters, to claim their consciousness by whacking each man with the hilt of their daggers. It was easy enough to strike them, as their limbs were much too tangled to even release them themselves.

A band of villagers eventually came riding on gingae , carrying weapons and shields. When they had been informed of the situation, they threw up their knives and tossed their spears.

Dinner would be served on a silver platter tonight.




Kinda' scary, isn't it? I thought it was. But I know that this is quite odd. I know you are lost and confused, but more explaining will come later. Really couldn't care that much if you reviewed. I just really want to re-write my first fics.


* Translation:
Saude lachai alkaugh ke badrae,
Run hard, but you will never catch me,
Lachai alkaugh ke badrae,
But you will never catch me,
Lachai alkaugh ke badrae,
But you will never catch me,
Saude lachai alkaugh ke badrae,
Run hard, but you will never catch me,
Meu lo jhe hada---
You'll fall to the wrath---

Made this up myself. You can tell by the gibberish qualities!