Author's notes: I not own Lord Of The Rings or it's characters. I do own some of these characters. Hope you like it and I am sorry for spelling mistakes. I have got dyslexia and Scotopic Senseitivity Syndrome (can't read black text on white background because it moves and stuff)
Passing On The Message.
Ripples moved swiftly across the lake's water as leafs' of the oaks at the waters edge, fell upon the once still water. A silver moon sat proudly in the clear nights sky as it looked down on to the forest. Stars glistened in the reflection on the water as if the lake was a giant mirror. A cold southern wind blew gracefully across the forest sending stray leafs into the air.
The loud calls of Orcs filled the air sending a wave trembling fear threw the forest. The trees passed on a whisper of warning as they braced themselves for the arrival of the oncoming Orcs. I grabbed my bag and ran along the lakeside rocks until I found myself stood on the highest rock. I listened out and began to count out how many Orcs were on the move. Like most of the inhabitants of this world, I knew the average Orc pack had at least 5 members. I placed my bag at my feet then counted the how many boots were trampling the ground and the vibrations running through the ground. There was 9 Orcs heading my way along the nearby footpath in the trees. I almost smiled to myself, Orcs had weak vision in the night whereas I did not. To them it would seem my arrows were appearing out of no where, when in fact they were going fired from 10.73 meters away behind a line of trees.
With bow in hand, I notched a arrow onto the tether and drew back the bowstring. I held it down until I spotted the first Orc trampling down the woodland foot path. I fired the arrow into the air and watched the unlucky Orc topple to the ground. I smirked to myself with a half smile as I loaded the next arrow and jumped onto the next rock with light footing. I fired my next arrows at the second Orc which also fell to the ground, dead. They soon began to panic as they realised an unseen archer was picking them off one by one like they were fat sleeping pheasants sitting on a branch. I carried on shooting from different positions until there was only 6 left. In every Orc pack there is always a Orc that is clever and has the best senses in the pack, these Orcs are usually the leader and most deadly of them all. I only hoped I had killed their leader already. My hope was let down when an Orc shouted "On the rocks! The archer is on the rocks. Look for their eyes reflecting the moon or their shadow on the waters surface!"
Without a second wasted I shot the Orc through the heart. I moved swiftly along the rocks being careful not to draw the attention of the 5 remaining Orcs. The next arrow was already nocked into the bowstring. I moved closer until I was no longer stood on the uneven rocks of the lakeside but the soft forest floor damp with moister. I knew I wasn't one who would happily choose to shot this close. But I also knew that it was no longer safe to shot from the rocks. Stood behind a great oak with bow lowered, I waited. Counting down the meters. Until it reached 15. The next meter the one at the front would make would hopefully result in their death.
15m, 15.75m, 15.50m, 15.25, 14m. I came out from the tree and shot down the next Orc. The Orc at the back carried a small blowpipe which he held to his lips. A dark small thorn spat out from the pipe into the air. Before I could move out of the way it embedded itself in my neck. I moved back into the cover of trees and pulled out the thorn. I felt the warm trickle of blood fall down my neck from the small cut. It wasn't enough to kill me but what had entered my blood flow may cause the death of me if it was what I feared the most. I breathed in then took out another arrow.
The world seemed to tilt this way and that. Everything in sight seemed to double. Whatever it was the thorn had been dipped in it was an hallucinogenic. After struggling to notch the arrow I finally had the arrow safely in place on the bowstring. I pulled back the string then closed my eyes. If sight was no longer going to be of use to me, I still had other senses at my disposal. I listened for the rustle of leaves breaking under their heavy footing. I smelt for the foul stench of rotting meat and I felt the movement of the ground beneath my feet. I sucked in a hopeful breath then left my hiding place to release the next arrow nocked in my bow. Another thorn lodged itself into my throat. Next of my senses to go was the sense of touch. I couldn't feel the brisk wind blow passed by face or the ground beneath my feet. Without this sense I could no longer use any of my weapons. I was unable to know if I was even holding my bow. "Kill 'em" One of the Orcs called. I stumbled backwards. I opened my eyes once again and tried to tell the difference between what was real and what was just the double. The doubles seemed to phase in and out of reality. I ignored the dizziness and the mental feeling of vertigo.
I turned and ran. I tripped and strumbled. An Orc cackled "Oh look she's dropped her bow. A nice bow at that." It called with a harsh tone sort of like long sharp talons scrapping across steel. Black dots of danced across my line of sight. Something grabbed my quiver from behind and threw me to the ground. The drop knocked breath from my lungs. A Orc and his imaginary double stood over me. I tried to scramble away but the Orc stomped on my wrist. It knelt down on one foot keeping it's other on my wrist. The Orc's hands clutched my throat like it was a ragged doll and squeezed. The black dots danced around in a crazied frenzy. I blinked for a moment and opened them with burning eyes. The Orc's eyes widened in shock as he saw the light blue rings of fire deep within my eyes. My lose hand grabbed onto the Orc's arm and sent a wild sapphire coloured flame up his arm. It burned viciously and moved as I commanded. The Orc's grip opened as he moved away in fear and terror. The flames engulfed him in a burning blue inferno. The Orc began to turn as thin as paper. Soon the Orc began too blow away like ashes in the wind.
A darkness drew in bringing tiredness with it. The coldness swept in. The world turned black. I was neither here of there. I was stuck between the darkness of death and light of life. Time had stopped. Whispers in another langue that had not been spoken since the begining of time called out in the dark. Thousands of voices called in synchronisation. 'She's back, her shadow hangs over the world. The darkness is drawing close. Her daemons walk the earth. The spectres and Orcs are her now loyal servants. Beware. When the earth shakes it will begin. She must be stopped before he rises from the dead.' The voices faded as quickly as they came. Leaving me in my blank dreams of nothingness. It was the same message as before only it had tone of urgency. The warning messages about the coming of a dark woman was the reason why I was traveling threw the woods even at night. My destination was the city of Rivendell.
My eyes flashed open as a new burst of energy filled my veins. Time had hardly passed on. I stood up and turned to face the now fearful Orc that stood 11m away from me. He must have been the most ugliest out of the whole pack. His skin was as black as coal. His oily hair was matted all over the place. The Orc's black eyes were sunken in to his head and his skin was so sketched to the brink that it had begun to crack. I almost wanted to turn my back in disgust. These foul creatures had nothing but a black hole where their spirits should have laid. The Orc looked at the ashes of the fellow pack member and backed away. The Orc's two pitch black holes on his face were fixed on my closed hand that he had just witnessed conjure a fire from thin air. I sent firery glare towards the unsteady Orc who turned away and ran off into the forest. "Coward!" I called out into the forest. "Your all cowards"
I then mumbled to myself.
After collecting my bow and bag I began to walk into the darkness. I knew it was only a matter of time before the prophets became reality. I hadn't slept in three days but it had not yet taken its toll or so I hoped. There would be no resting this night, not until I had passed on the Prophecy to Lord Elrond. It wasn't long before I noticed it was no longer dark. Somehow I had not realised night had turned to morning and morning too afternoon.
It was soon afternoon turning to darkness when I crossed the stone bridge of Rivendale. The silence of the city was odd. But then again in the past month nature had been shaken up so badly that no one knew whether the end was nigh. If the elves were in fear then it was something the whole of middle earth should fear. There had been talk going around the communities of my kind and the Elves. Nearly all of this talk involved the darkness in the west and smoke rising from Mordor's towers. "Who goes there?" A elf guard called from the other side of the bridge. He unsheathed his sword and held it at the ready. I pulled back the hood of my dark green almost black cloak. The guard was quick to sheath his sword once more then bowed his head towards me. I hated the reaction I sometimes got if people knew my title. I preferred to be treated as an equal not as anything more or less. "I need to speak with Lord Elrond." I told the guard quickly. The guard looked at his shadow on the ground. "By now he'll be in his library, my lady. Do you want someone to take you there?" Guard asked in perfect English. He seemed to be puzzled by the fact that I came with no horse and no guards. I only shrugged as an answer. "That'll be fine. I know my way round"
"Very well."
I walked quickly up the stone stairs and towards the west wing of the Last Homely House of the East Sea. I passed few elves as I passed threw numerous corridors. Finally I came too two oak doors both of which were closed. I hesitated for a moment then gathered up the courage to knock twice against the oak doors. The sound seemed to echo down the corridors. "Come in." The voice of a man called out from inside the library. My hand touched the cold steel door knob and pushed open one of the doors. The library was on a giants scale. Ladders were set up on different shelves. Each book was different, some were fictional and some were facts and some legends. Some may have even been written on the first day Elves walked on this earth. The library itself was set out in the shape of a pentagram.
I spotted the tall figure of Lord Elrond stood in the area of the third point. His mind was lost between the pages of the book he was reading. His black hair behind his pointed ears. His face showed no clear emotion but you could see he was placid frame of mind. I almost felt bad to tell him of the new prophecy. "Lord Elrond" I curtseyed as best as I could manage. He looked up and smile peacefully. After noting his page he placed the book back into the bookshelf. "I wish our next meeting brings brighter news however this one does not." I pauced trying to think of the words to use to tell him the clear truth. His placid expressions faded into the expressions of a worried ruler. "Come, I do believe this is not a convosation to have standing." He lead me to end of the third point of the pentagram where a stone table sat with four seats. "I'm sorry for arriving with no warning but I did not believe it to be save to send one of our kestrels with a message. Not with all these scouts roaming everyone's boarders. Our birds may be skilled but I feared that they may not be skilled enough to out run a Darkling's raven or a thorned arrow." I placed my cloak on the table along with my bag and quiver of my bow and arrows.
Lord Elrond looked towards the darkening skies of the west then set himself down in front of me. "These were mature precautions for someone of such a young age. But I am puzzled too why we heard of your disappearence only two days ago from your uncle." Lord Elrond clearly already knew of what I had done. "I'm sure you meant well by not telling him, Tara. But you are the only heir of his brother. If you were to suddenly go missing who knows what Thornbroke family would say? They could easily plant the suspicion of your uncle knocking off the rightful heir so he could take full control of the kingdom. You and I both know the Thornbroke would use this as an excuse for them to take control."
He did have a point. The Thornbroke were the next family to take control if the Stormhold (my family) to lose all of their heirs. That had been the promise made eons ago. They had become sore ever since my fathers death. For some reason they thought it best for 14 year old me to take control rather than my uncle who still acting as Regent.
"I'll do I fire signature after this. I'll be sure the Thornbroke's can't accuse anyone of foul play." I stopped then got out a piece of paper with the prophecy written down in the ancient almost unused language of my kind. The language of the Nymphs. Lord Elrond read it then screw it up in his hand. "This is not good at all."