A/N: This is my first fic!! Yeah! *dances around on the table* I don't
really no where this is going so any suggestions are welcome and will earn
you chocolate chip cookies!!!! From what I figured out about where this
story is going it has twin Cheysuli warriors (one of them is a girl and yes
she has a lir!) who get dropped in middle earth after the war of the ring.
I know none of this makes much sense to anyone but it's explained in the
story. Ok cookies for anyone who made it this far! *gives cookies out* MORE
COOKIES IF YOU READ TO THE END!!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Lord of the Rings, not that I don't want to but I don't have any money! Oh and I don't own anything from the Chronicles of the Cheysuli except Islayanna, Caril, Derin, and his lir, Maytin. I own nothing of any importance to you people that want to know so go away! Unless you want a cookie then read to the end!
Okay here its goes.
Chapter 1~Twins
"The hunt rojho*, the hunt!" a girl, eighteen years of age, said drawing her brother's mind back to the hunt. For it had wandered back to the last village they had past through. She could almost tell his exact thoughts. That's how strong the bond between the twins was. She knew that he was thinking of the young girl that he had seen at the tavern they had stopped in the night before. She had mesmerized him, the way she carried their drinks to the table to the slight accent she had when she became embarrassed. Islayanna had watched her brother slightly amused that night but now she was becoming agitated. His mind is wandering to women when we have more important things to do! She thought. And your mind hasn't wandered during times like this? This was not from Islayanna it came from the light grey wolf with white paws that trailed behind her, Caril. Caril was Islayanna's lir. No woman Cheysuli ever had a lir except Islayanna. The lir were reserved for men although the women of old were able to communicate with all the lir and use the earth magic. But the women began to loose the magic until only the men had it. The only explanation given for Islayanna having a lir is that she was born a twin and her brother's lir also had a twin. Caril having no lir discovered Islayanna and knew that she was part of her tahlmorra (fate). This made Islayanna the only woman Cheysuli warrior ever.
"I am coming meijhana*, calm down. I have not forgotten our quest to get our little rojholla* back!" he told her. (A/N: starred words will have a translation at the end of the chapter!) Derin sighed and started forward faster. His lir, Maytin, trotted up ahead saying, I will be the only smart one here and go scout ahead. Derin sent laughter through the link that allowed them to talk and connected them. The moment a child finds their lir they gain a part of them. If the lir dies then the warrior will go insane. That is why the warrior then goes into the woods and gives himself, or herself in Islayanna's case, to the woodland creatures and never returns, if a lir dies. This is all caused because the link is broken between lir and warrior causing them to loose part of their soul. Maytin ran ahead into the woods disappearing from everyone's except his sister's sight.
There was a rustle, and crackle of leaves being broken underfoot in the woods on the groups' right. Derin silently called for Maytin to come back and told him what they had heard. Maytin came slinking back to the group noiselessly. The crackling came again causing the whole group to freeze where they were and listen. Then came the piercing scream of a young girl. Both Derin and Islayanna's heads shot up they knew that scream. Their lips formed the word, Kalin, as one. Immediately they drew there knives as one and turning as one they charged through the trees to the place the scream had come from. At their heels were their lir following them ready to attack as soon as they reached the screamer.
Suddenly they burst into a clearing. Glancing around they noticed a group of men gathered around a young girl tied to a tree. The girl looked like a younger version of Islayanna. Dark brown hair with yellow eyes and dark skin. The tell tale marks of a Cheysuli. But they both were slim and tall. Islayanna revealed more curves than the younger girl did. Both held there heads high with pride and neither showed any emotion on their faces. The younger girl had only screamed to get someone's attention not out of fright. If she was going to be killed she was going to leave the world a true Cheysuli, and not show any emotion.
No one noticed the appearance of two more Cheysuli. Silently they snuck up behind the two men farthest from the rest of the group and stabbed them in the back killing them silently, catching the bodies as they fell and laying them quietly on the ground. They repeated this until the mob of men was cut down to half its original size until someone spotted them and shouted a warning. The men turned to see a young man who had experience beyond his years and a young woman who had a ferocity in her eyes that drove fear into their hearts standing there holding swords painted red flanked by two wild looking wolves. Only then did the men realize the stupidity of trying to take this girl and sacrifice her. They scattered only to be chased down by one of the four.
Islayanna quickly ran to her sister's side and cut the bonds tying her to the tree away. Taking Kalin's hands in her own she looked them over. Blood ran from them freely deep gashes at her wrists form the rope being tied to tightly. Quietly Islayanna cursed the men under her breath, then commenced to call upon the earth magic. There was a slight pull then it came. It poured out of the ground into Islayanna in abundance. She then directed it into Kalin and it healed all her cuts and scrapes and wounds on her within a few minutes. Then the earth magic left, they had finished and Kalin was healed and only a little tired.
Seeing Kalin's fatigue Derin came over and picked her up. Islayanna stood up stretching, then followed her brother on their return home to the keep. Everyone was so intent upon Kalin that they didn't notice a dark figure following them.
rujho: brother
meijhana: pretty one
rujholla: sister
lir: magical animal that is linked to a Cheysuli warrior
(A/N: These words were used in the Chronicles of the Cheysuli, the language is that of the Cheysuli commonly called the old tongue. If I missed any words tell me and I'll add them to the list at the end of the next chappie.)
A/N: Okay how was it? I have an idea of where I am going with this, I think. But anyway.. *slaps her forehead* I forgot to give you your cookies for reading this far! *hands out cookies* ok review! Please! Oh and if you don't understand anything I'm talking about in this story you will soon it's just really hard to explain in on chappie and not bore the heck out of you. REVIEW!!!! please?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Lord of the Rings, not that I don't want to but I don't have any money! Oh and I don't own anything from the Chronicles of the Cheysuli except Islayanna, Caril, Derin, and his lir, Maytin. I own nothing of any importance to you people that want to know so go away! Unless you want a cookie then read to the end!
Okay here its goes.
Chapter 1~Twins
"The hunt rojho*, the hunt!" a girl, eighteen years of age, said drawing her brother's mind back to the hunt. For it had wandered back to the last village they had past through. She could almost tell his exact thoughts. That's how strong the bond between the twins was. She knew that he was thinking of the young girl that he had seen at the tavern they had stopped in the night before. She had mesmerized him, the way she carried their drinks to the table to the slight accent she had when she became embarrassed. Islayanna had watched her brother slightly amused that night but now she was becoming agitated. His mind is wandering to women when we have more important things to do! She thought. And your mind hasn't wandered during times like this? This was not from Islayanna it came from the light grey wolf with white paws that trailed behind her, Caril. Caril was Islayanna's lir. No woman Cheysuli ever had a lir except Islayanna. The lir were reserved for men although the women of old were able to communicate with all the lir and use the earth magic. But the women began to loose the magic until only the men had it. The only explanation given for Islayanna having a lir is that she was born a twin and her brother's lir also had a twin. Caril having no lir discovered Islayanna and knew that she was part of her tahlmorra (fate). This made Islayanna the only woman Cheysuli warrior ever.
"I am coming meijhana*, calm down. I have not forgotten our quest to get our little rojholla* back!" he told her. (A/N: starred words will have a translation at the end of the chapter!) Derin sighed and started forward faster. His lir, Maytin, trotted up ahead saying, I will be the only smart one here and go scout ahead. Derin sent laughter through the link that allowed them to talk and connected them. The moment a child finds their lir they gain a part of them. If the lir dies then the warrior will go insane. That is why the warrior then goes into the woods and gives himself, or herself in Islayanna's case, to the woodland creatures and never returns, if a lir dies. This is all caused because the link is broken between lir and warrior causing them to loose part of their soul. Maytin ran ahead into the woods disappearing from everyone's except his sister's sight.
There was a rustle, and crackle of leaves being broken underfoot in the woods on the groups' right. Derin silently called for Maytin to come back and told him what they had heard. Maytin came slinking back to the group noiselessly. The crackling came again causing the whole group to freeze where they were and listen. Then came the piercing scream of a young girl. Both Derin and Islayanna's heads shot up they knew that scream. Their lips formed the word, Kalin, as one. Immediately they drew there knives as one and turning as one they charged through the trees to the place the scream had come from. At their heels were their lir following them ready to attack as soon as they reached the screamer.
Suddenly they burst into a clearing. Glancing around they noticed a group of men gathered around a young girl tied to a tree. The girl looked like a younger version of Islayanna. Dark brown hair with yellow eyes and dark skin. The tell tale marks of a Cheysuli. But they both were slim and tall. Islayanna revealed more curves than the younger girl did. Both held there heads high with pride and neither showed any emotion on their faces. The younger girl had only screamed to get someone's attention not out of fright. If she was going to be killed she was going to leave the world a true Cheysuli, and not show any emotion.
No one noticed the appearance of two more Cheysuli. Silently they snuck up behind the two men farthest from the rest of the group and stabbed them in the back killing them silently, catching the bodies as they fell and laying them quietly on the ground. They repeated this until the mob of men was cut down to half its original size until someone spotted them and shouted a warning. The men turned to see a young man who had experience beyond his years and a young woman who had a ferocity in her eyes that drove fear into their hearts standing there holding swords painted red flanked by two wild looking wolves. Only then did the men realize the stupidity of trying to take this girl and sacrifice her. They scattered only to be chased down by one of the four.
Islayanna quickly ran to her sister's side and cut the bonds tying her to the tree away. Taking Kalin's hands in her own she looked them over. Blood ran from them freely deep gashes at her wrists form the rope being tied to tightly. Quietly Islayanna cursed the men under her breath, then commenced to call upon the earth magic. There was a slight pull then it came. It poured out of the ground into Islayanna in abundance. She then directed it into Kalin and it healed all her cuts and scrapes and wounds on her within a few minutes. Then the earth magic left, they had finished and Kalin was healed and only a little tired.
Seeing Kalin's fatigue Derin came over and picked her up. Islayanna stood up stretching, then followed her brother on their return home to the keep. Everyone was so intent upon Kalin that they didn't notice a dark figure following them.
rujho: brother
meijhana: pretty one
rujholla: sister
lir: magical animal that is linked to a Cheysuli warrior
(A/N: These words were used in the Chronicles of the Cheysuli, the language is that of the Cheysuli commonly called the old tongue. If I missed any words tell me and I'll add them to the list at the end of the next chappie.)
A/N: Okay how was it? I have an idea of where I am going with this, I think. But anyway.. *slaps her forehead* I forgot to give you your cookies for reading this far! *hands out cookies* ok review! Please! Oh and if you don't understand anything I'm talking about in this story you will soon it's just really hard to explain in on chappie and not bore the heck out of you. REVIEW!!!! please?