Centaur's War
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: I don't own characters of Lord of the Rings.
Notes: This is the story of Prairie Song and of how the Thirty became part of the Last Alliance.
Thus it happened; the Last Alliance was
Scattered all over Arda.
One elf alone knew where help could be found.
With not one at his side he journeyed into the forest of Harlindon.
Chapter 1
Prairie Song trotted back into the village. Many of the creatures of the wood had become ecstatic; claiming that an elf-lord had come. She could feel a tension in the air, much as it had been the night Radiant Light was born. Few birds sang their songs; only the nightingales chirped as though nothing were wrong.
Finally, the dappled light of the forest gave way to the light in the clearing the village was situated in. Still moving at the trot; she deftly wove her way between the mares, stallions and colts that moved about in the process of living in the village. Once she reached her father's long house, she stopped short. The creatures were right; they had a visitor. The horse standing there was clearly elven-bred. Auia siy...diferah.
A sound came from within; her father knew that she had returned. "Cora Loa, risha ne!"
She jumped, startled. Why would her father want her to come in? "Rishabin, Farata." Prairie Song entered, then blinked. This elf-lord wasn't above coming to anyone for help. His eyes held the light of his parents, Earendil and Elwing. She was instantly at ease with his presence. "Corta anyo."
Elrond blinked; what was the reply to that? Oh, now he remembered. "Sina dosena." He stumbled over the greeting, making it clear that he didn't know the language. Yet from how he had managed to pull himself back together, she knew he could learn it easily.
High Chief Wild Wolf got to his hooves. "Lord Elrond, this is my daughter, Prairie Song, Huntress of the Line of Fire."
Prairie Song bowed politely.
"She speaks the Common tongue." Her father added.
Lord Elrond rose to his feet, knowing that he should not be sitting while speaking to her. "High Princess Prairie Song, we are in need of help. As I have told your father, our last hope to free this world from Sauron is scattered."
The huntress met is gaze easily. "I know of a place where many can be gathered at once. Only huntresses know the way to this place." She glanced to her father, who nodded. "If you come with me, there are others who could also be of help." Together, they left the sunlit long house. Twenty-nine other huntresses of varying peoples and lines were on the outskirts of the village. It was apparent that all were close friends with eachother. "Zerale!" The princess called. All of the noise stopped and the huntresses gathered near them.
Lord Elrond, following the directions Prairie Song had given him, greeted them. Now, his hesitation was practically nonexistent, as she had coached him over the short trip. "The Last Alliance has been scattered. Help is now needed." He added onto the greeting.
"I thought that they could be gathered at the Crystalline Fields." Prairie Song stated.
After a small amount of murmurs from them, one stepped forward. "That is the best idea, Prairie Song. We will accompany you." She was Starpromise, Huntress of the Line of Stars.
As one, the huntresses made sure that they had everything they needed in their packs. Once that was over with, they left Harlindon to transverse the grasslands to the Crystalline Fields.
Lord Elrond rode his horse beside Prairie Song. He was curious about her language, and wondered why they wrote with Feanorian runes.
"You want to know something?" She queried.
"Yes. Why do your people use Feanorian script?" Elrond inquired.
A bright laugh came from her. "We use Feanorian script because in our early days, elves were our closest friends. Their languages influenced ours." The elf-lord looked a little confused, causing her to smile. "The name of my people is 'Colora Riviera'." The words flowed from her mouth easily, softened by delicate pronunciation. "It means 'Color River.' And the reason is as plain as the patterns on our hides." She gestured to her own snowflake pattern, which was as ivy leaves in golden light.
Over the hours the days of their journey, they taught one another their languages. As they were quite similar, neither had trouble picking them up. Two other huntresses also became closer to him, and it was revealed that the three lines were cousins. To the tribes they were the Elder Lines, should Radiant Light become a mother to found her own.
On the last night of their journey, close to dawn when most were sleeping, Lord Elrond rose. Something told him that he had to find Prairie Song. On the outer rim of the camp, he found her. She was facing the west and sang with great beauty and power.
"Sherea coloras, kindaris
Ne niya Veorina.
Cerae vera shera
Ali bari kindaris
Loaribin zaliasta.
Lorana teriare alunali
Zarlebin bari va sho basar."
The words floated lightly through the crisp morning air, seeming to coax the sun into the sky. Then, a chill went through him. What she was singing was her people's Ballad of Creation. She sings like a tinuviel! Awe was in him as she continued to sing.
"Veorina forlere bri meala.
Bari winarbin vera nerla ernas majare.
Feylarishes birishare shia.
Morgoth, sho Noct Dirasher
Palare tieras ali namalre.
Sho noct tiara silash biyn jarare
Soh cinalas rijure biyn renalare niya Veorina."
Finally, he found his voice. "Tinuviel!" Elrond called as the last note of her song died away.
Prairie Song turned, a little confused. "Why did you call me that? Twilight Maiden is what a nightingale is called in Sindaran, isn't it?"
"Yes, that is what a nightingale is called in Sindaran. I called you tinuviel because you sing like one." The elf-lord seemed a little embarrassed. What would Gil-galad say if he knew what I just did?
A gentle smile came to her face. To be called that by an elf was a great compliment in her book. "You may continue to call me that if you wish." Dawn broke over the horizon, banishing the gloom of night with brilliant reds and golds.
Elrond's embarrassment was washed away in surprise. He was sure she'd be upset about it, but she liked the name. To the elves she became Tinuviel. Breakfast was soon a memory and they prepared to leave, to transverse the last quarter mile to the fields.
The crystal reflected the light of the morning sun, splintering it into a rainbow of hues. Together, they walked into the gate, Elrond leaving his horse outside. A howling wind halted them and in the center of the cyclone, Winter Serenity took shape. Her glacial blue eyes traveled over the group and she knew they meant no harm. "I know why you are here. Come with me."
She led them through the maze of cavernous corridors and into a large room made of stone. Light was cast from crystalline orbs that were set on the walls. The huntresses stepped aside, allowing Prairie Song to approach an orb in the front center of the room. Lightly, her hands touched the glowing sphere. "Men and Elves, Children of the Valar, come to the caverns below the Crystalline Fields."
As her hands were drawn away, the called ones stood in the room; ready for battle. Silently and tactfully, the huntresses retreated to another chamber so the discussions each group would have would not interfere with the other.
As a representative of the first of the Elder Lines, Starpromise stood before them to conduct the meeting. "The Last Alliance if facing great danger. We also face a choice: fight alongside them or flee unto our peoples."
There was no response to that from many. Then, Radiant Light stood firm. "What happens to them will effect us. We, too are Children of the Valar. I would rather fight now, not when he's prepared for us." Her words and hard tone startled many of her fellow huntresses.
Prairie Song's sapphire blue eyes snapped in anger. "She's right. I doubt he would be expecting us to fight now." The courage she showed roused the others. Together, they would fight the darkness that was conquering the land. Each huntress was a light to the darkness and they would not stand aside to let Sauron rule.
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: I don't own characters of Lord of the Rings.
Notes: This is the story of Prairie Song and of how the Thirty became part of the Last Alliance.
Thus it happened; the Last Alliance was
Scattered all over Arda.
One elf alone knew where help could be found.
With not one at his side he journeyed into the forest of Harlindon.
Chapter 1
Prairie Song trotted back into the village. Many of the creatures of the wood had become ecstatic; claiming that an elf-lord had come. She could feel a tension in the air, much as it had been the night Radiant Light was born. Few birds sang their songs; only the nightingales chirped as though nothing were wrong.
Finally, the dappled light of the forest gave way to the light in the clearing the village was situated in. Still moving at the trot; she deftly wove her way between the mares, stallions and colts that moved about in the process of living in the village. Once she reached her father's long house, she stopped short. The creatures were right; they had a visitor. The horse standing there was clearly elven-bred. Auia siy...diferah.
A sound came from within; her father knew that she had returned. "Cora Loa, risha ne!"
She jumped, startled. Why would her father want her to come in? "Rishabin, Farata." Prairie Song entered, then blinked. This elf-lord wasn't above coming to anyone for help. His eyes held the light of his parents, Earendil and Elwing. She was instantly at ease with his presence. "Corta anyo."
Elrond blinked; what was the reply to that? Oh, now he remembered. "Sina dosena." He stumbled over the greeting, making it clear that he didn't know the language. Yet from how he had managed to pull himself back together, she knew he could learn it easily.
High Chief Wild Wolf got to his hooves. "Lord Elrond, this is my daughter, Prairie Song, Huntress of the Line of Fire."
Prairie Song bowed politely.
"She speaks the Common tongue." Her father added.
Lord Elrond rose to his feet, knowing that he should not be sitting while speaking to her. "High Princess Prairie Song, we are in need of help. As I have told your father, our last hope to free this world from Sauron is scattered."
The huntress met is gaze easily. "I know of a place where many can be gathered at once. Only huntresses know the way to this place." She glanced to her father, who nodded. "If you come with me, there are others who could also be of help." Together, they left the sunlit long house. Twenty-nine other huntresses of varying peoples and lines were on the outskirts of the village. It was apparent that all were close friends with eachother. "Zerale!" The princess called. All of the noise stopped and the huntresses gathered near them.
Lord Elrond, following the directions Prairie Song had given him, greeted them. Now, his hesitation was practically nonexistent, as she had coached him over the short trip. "The Last Alliance has been scattered. Help is now needed." He added onto the greeting.
"I thought that they could be gathered at the Crystalline Fields." Prairie Song stated.
After a small amount of murmurs from them, one stepped forward. "That is the best idea, Prairie Song. We will accompany you." She was Starpromise, Huntress of the Line of Stars.
As one, the huntresses made sure that they had everything they needed in their packs. Once that was over with, they left Harlindon to transverse the grasslands to the Crystalline Fields.
Lord Elrond rode his horse beside Prairie Song. He was curious about her language, and wondered why they wrote with Feanorian runes.
"You want to know something?" She queried.
"Yes. Why do your people use Feanorian script?" Elrond inquired.
A bright laugh came from her. "We use Feanorian script because in our early days, elves were our closest friends. Their languages influenced ours." The elf-lord looked a little confused, causing her to smile. "The name of my people is 'Colora Riviera'." The words flowed from her mouth easily, softened by delicate pronunciation. "It means 'Color River.' And the reason is as plain as the patterns on our hides." She gestured to her own snowflake pattern, which was as ivy leaves in golden light.
Over the hours the days of their journey, they taught one another their languages. As they were quite similar, neither had trouble picking them up. Two other huntresses also became closer to him, and it was revealed that the three lines were cousins. To the tribes they were the Elder Lines, should Radiant Light become a mother to found her own.
On the last night of their journey, close to dawn when most were sleeping, Lord Elrond rose. Something told him that he had to find Prairie Song. On the outer rim of the camp, he found her. She was facing the west and sang with great beauty and power.
"Sherea coloras, kindaris
Ne niya Veorina.
Cerae vera shera
Ali bari kindaris
Loaribin zaliasta.
Lorana teriare alunali
Zarlebin bari va sho basar."
The words floated lightly through the crisp morning air, seeming to coax the sun into the sky. Then, a chill went through him. What she was singing was her people's Ballad of Creation. She sings like a tinuviel! Awe was in him as she continued to sing.
"Veorina forlere bri meala.
Bari winarbin vera nerla ernas majare.
Feylarishes birishare shia.
Morgoth, sho Noct Dirasher
Palare tieras ali namalre.
Sho noct tiara silash biyn jarare
Soh cinalas rijure biyn renalare niya Veorina."
Finally, he found his voice. "Tinuviel!" Elrond called as the last note of her song died away.
Prairie Song turned, a little confused. "Why did you call me that? Twilight Maiden is what a nightingale is called in Sindaran, isn't it?"
"Yes, that is what a nightingale is called in Sindaran. I called you tinuviel because you sing like one." The elf-lord seemed a little embarrassed. What would Gil-galad say if he knew what I just did?
A gentle smile came to her face. To be called that by an elf was a great compliment in her book. "You may continue to call me that if you wish." Dawn broke over the horizon, banishing the gloom of night with brilliant reds and golds.
Elrond's embarrassment was washed away in surprise. He was sure she'd be upset about it, but she liked the name. To the elves she became Tinuviel. Breakfast was soon a memory and they prepared to leave, to transverse the last quarter mile to the fields.
The crystal reflected the light of the morning sun, splintering it into a rainbow of hues. Together, they walked into the gate, Elrond leaving his horse outside. A howling wind halted them and in the center of the cyclone, Winter Serenity took shape. Her glacial blue eyes traveled over the group and she knew they meant no harm. "I know why you are here. Come with me."
She led them through the maze of cavernous corridors and into a large room made of stone. Light was cast from crystalline orbs that were set on the walls. The huntresses stepped aside, allowing Prairie Song to approach an orb in the front center of the room. Lightly, her hands touched the glowing sphere. "Men and Elves, Children of the Valar, come to the caverns below the Crystalline Fields."
As her hands were drawn away, the called ones stood in the room; ready for battle. Silently and tactfully, the huntresses retreated to another chamber so the discussions each group would have would not interfere with the other.
As a representative of the first of the Elder Lines, Starpromise stood before them to conduct the meeting. "The Last Alliance if facing great danger. We also face a choice: fight alongside them or flee unto our peoples."
There was no response to that from many. Then, Radiant Light stood firm. "What happens to them will effect us. We, too are Children of the Valar. I would rather fight now, not when he's prepared for us." Her words and hard tone startled many of her fellow huntresses.
Prairie Song's sapphire blue eyes snapped in anger. "She's right. I doubt he would be expecting us to fight now." The courage she showed roused the others. Together, they would fight the darkness that was conquering the land. Each huntress was a light to the darkness and they would not stand aside to let Sauron rule.