Authors note: If you want this to be continued just say so. This is not my first fan-fiction but it is in the Middle Earth word. : P
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of the Hobbit, or the incredible world Tolkien created. I do, however, own Ridley and Ava.
Upon a lovely tree in the Greenwood, on the highest branch there was, sat a woman by the name of Ridley. She sat as she did most days, with the wind whipping though her bright red and wavy hair, and her grey-ish white eyes closed as her long black lashes kissed her cheeks.
A beautiful girl, one any man would be smitten with at first sight, for the girl's beauty surpassed that of the elves, which she was half of. To prove her stature her ears were elongated and ended in a point, although they were surely longer than any other elf's.
However, today the wind she loved so much was odd, it was thicker than normal and an odd oder hung in it. Sighing, the girl opened her eyes and glanced around the Greenwood.
Where could that oddity be coming from? She thought to herself.
The red-headed woman looked down, a frown on her face as she searched the surrounding area for anything amiss. Her talented eyes flickered back and forth until they landed on a streak of brown flying through the forest.
For an old man, he sure is fast, she laughed inwardly.
"Radagast, what is going on?" Ridley inquired as she jumped down from the branch upon the oak tree she was perched on, only to land on the lowest branch.
The young woman hung upside down, her head tilted to the side as she watched the brown wizard run around frantically. She sighed as she threw herself to the ground, landing on her hands then flipping easily to her feet.
"Radagast!" she exclaimed as darted after the small man dressed in brown robes, his floppy hat bouncing slightly from its place atop his head.
"Not good; not good at all." The wizard spoke to himself.
Ridley tossed her eyes as she opened her mouth to speak, but her words choked in her throat as she took in the scene before her.
All along the push green grass of the Greenwood laid dead animals, their glass eyes bored into Ridley's own as she let out a started yelp. The fire-headed woman jumped back, her wavy hair flying in the wind she had created as she flew back ten feet.
The girl looked around the forest area with wide eyes; they flickered back and forth, as they took in part of the forest that was now sick and dying. Her eyes jerked to the left, gazing at the once plentiful patch of, what use to be healthy, mushrooms that now had some sickly slime and rot spread upon them.
Ridley gritted her teeth as she dashed after Radagast, the wind whipping though her hair as she did so. To the human eye her movements would only appear as a blur, as Ridley was daughter to the Dragon of the South, the owner of the element of air, she was commonly called the Spirit of the Wind.
With the help of her wind like movements, she reached the brown robed wizard just in time to see him dip a finger into a pool of sap in a tree, then pull it out and examine it with a sorrowful look. The old wizard shook his head, the worry on his face growing deeper by the second.
"Radagast, what's happening?" Ridley asked sternly, her light-grey eyes locked on the taller man as she placed her hands on her hips.
Radagast the Brown looked down at the small, beautiful girl with his ever confused expression. He opened his mouth, then a sadden expression crossed over his face and he shut it again. For a moment Ridley was worried that the old wizard would not only refuse to tell her what was going on, but cry as well.
However, just to prove her wrong it seemed, the old man let out a faint cry "It's sick, it's all sick!" he exclaimed as he darted off to inspect the forest for further damage.
Ridley was about to turn and fetch her older cousin when a gasp filled the air; Ridley's head whirled to the side, her long, wavy red hair fanning out behind her.
"Oh no! Sebastian! Goodness gracious." The old wizard cried.
Radagast scooped up a small hedgehog that lived with them that was now upon the ground, lying on its side; he held it close to him as he made a dash for his home, Rhosgobel.
Ridley dash after him, her bare feet hovering over the ground as she raced towards her and her cousin's home, which hung in the trees above Rhosgobel.
A woman that was but a few years older than Ridley sat on a branch, a book clasped in her hands. The woman bore a slight resemblance to Ridley, for they shared the same perfect skin, button nose, the same almond shaped eyes framed by dark lashes and the same irregular elf ears.
This girl was Ridley's older cousin Ava. She differed from her cousin by the likes of her black hair; it fell around her shoulders in a perfectly straight form, reaching the center of her back. Her eyes were an emerald green and held confusion at the sight of her cousin home so early.
"Ava, come quick! There is illness in the Greenwood!" Ridley's strong voice rang out through the home.
"What?" the older of the pair slammed her book shut and jumped down from a branch from which she was reading, her bare feet hardly made a sound as she landed on the wooden floor.
The elder female watched the youngest of the pair with eyes, she tilted her head slightly, a habit both girls shared.
"Come see," Ridley waved a small pale hand at her cousin, and then dropped down from the tree, landing gracefully on her feet.
Ava watched then threw herself from the house, the Earth came up to meet her feet at her will, as she was daughter to the Dragon of the West, and as Air was Ridley's to bend, Earth was Ava's.
Ava strode through the door her emerald eyes searching for the illness her cousin spoke of, and the one she could feel pulsing under her feet every time she stood on a fresh patch of earth.
Ava's eyes landed on a table in the center of Rhosgobel where Radagast was rushing around and Ridley stood with a no-nonsense look on her face, her arms crossed over her chest and hip cocked to the right.
Ava watched with growing dismay as a hedgehog she identified as Sebastian struggled for life on the table, his little feet kicking and small grunts rising from within him. Behind Ridley's pouting form Radagast ran around frantically, trying all kinds of remedies to sooth the small, helpless being, none on which worked.
"I don't understand why it's not working," Ridley started.
Ava squinted at the creature, "It's not as if it's witchcraft," she finished for her cousin.
Both girls looked to Radagast then, the old wizards eye's had become larger than normal, a clouded look took them over.
"Witchcraft." He spoke in a deeper voice then his own, "But it is. A dark, powerful magic."
The old wizard started into the distance, not noticing when shadow overtook the place he called home. Ridley and Ava, however, were all too aware.
"Radagast!" Ava cried as she looked up, her eyes had grown to three times their normal size, as she watched in utter horror as several large spiders from the Mirkwood crawled along the side of Rhosgobel.
The Spirit of the Wind's eyes looked up rapidly, her nose wrinkled in disgust as she snarled, "They have tainted the air." Ridley was at her friend's side in a flash, the two women stood back to back with stern expressions as they tracked the foul creature's movements that were going on above them.
Radagast eyes took in the two women he had raised, had thought of as his daughters. They stood back to back, their heads titled upward; each had a snarl on their beautiful, yet fearsome, faces, their fags sharpened like daggers.
Yet, no matter how fierce the half-dragons looked, Radagast remembered their distaste for even the smallest of spiders, much less the huge ones crawling over the side of his house. The Brown wizard shoved one of the benches from his home against the door, protecting the three of them for the present time.
Radagast watched intently with the girls, three pairs of eyes on the roof as the watched a spider pass outside a large crack in the roof.
Then, suddenly, trio heard a croak, then a gasp for air, then the watched in shock as the small hedgehog collapsed. Ridley bit her lip as Ava gasped. Radagast, however, jumped into action, even as he looked ready to burst into tears at the hedgehog's state. As the girls watched the spiders crawl over the house, they each took up a fighting stance; they each pulled a sword hilt from a scabbard around their waist, the swords coming out as each called forth their element.
Meanwhile, Radagast had pulled the blue stone from his staff and was cradling the hedgehog in his arms; the blue stone was put to the creatures face like a bottle.
"Lerya laman naiquentallo," Radagast spoke,
"Free the animal from the curse," Ridley whispered.
"Si a hlare omaquettar," The wizard continued.
Radagast goes into a trance like state as the spell consumes him, Ridley and Ava stand back to back, Ridley's large diamond in crested sword hilt in her hair, the sleek, clear blade was now out and ready to slice though any Mirkwood creature that came though the holes that the spiders were making in Rhosgobel. Ava's thin and deadly, black sword was similar to her cousins, except that it was embedded with dozens of shinning emeralds to match her eyes.
"Now hear words of my voice," Ava muttered. The two slowly spun, still keeping their backs pressed together; as they watched the spiders large legs break through parts of the house.
"Na coilerya en-vinyanta," his oddly deep voice rose eerily.
"Be its life renewed," Ridley continued.
"Si a hlare omaquettar. Na coilerya en-vinyanta!" Radagast concluded his voice raised the furthest either woman hand ever seen since they began living with him years earlier.
As the last of the black, inky substances leaves the hedgehog the cute critter gasps for air and awakens, Ridley and Ava pay no mine to their friend's revival; they were still focused on the larger threat that loomed above them. But suddenly, to the girls anyway, light returns to Radagast's home, the girls let their swords down as the spiders began to retreat.
In the blink of an eye Ridley swings the door open, she strode from the house to the edge of the Rhosgobel clearing and watched as the spiders crawled away.
"Where on this good Earth did those foul creatures come from?" Came Radagast's voice from behind Ridley, but the girl did not stir. Her white eyes watched the spider's fleeing forms, a frown slipped onto her beautiful face as Ava came up beside her, a similar expression her own face.
A small bird flutters up to the trio, it chirps in its native language, which all three were knowledgeable of.
"The old fortress?" Ridley questioned, she put all her weight on her right hip.
"Show us." Radagast demanded.
Radagast sped through the forest on his sleigh pulled by several large rabbits, Ridley dashed slightly ahead, making sure to slow down so the others could keep up. Ava rode a top a good sized boulder she kept floating atop the earth, just as Ridley, she had to make sure to sow her pace for their old friend.
As the trio headed down the once cheery path, they noticed the looming darkness and the thick, large webs that were attached to the once lively trees of the Greenwood.
Notes:
North=Fire, South= Air, East= Water, West= Earth
Ridley's sword hilt is very large; most men do not think she can actually life something so heavy looking. I picture the top of the hilt about nine inches long. The blade is clean/ translucent.
Ava's sword is a Japanese styled sword with a black blade and hilt; it's very long and often poisoned.
Rhosgobel is the name of the home in the script, so that's why I used it.
The giant spiders are from the Mirkwood
Radagast was actually only mentioned once in the book