Lying in bed underneath the duvet, beams of early morning sun shone through
the open window and curtains; the morning breeze blew a few strands of hair
across her face and the windchimes played
a melancholy melody over natures own sweet sound. Glass prisms hanging from the roof spun teardrop rainbows different from each other in the drifting air currents.
Closing her eyes she inhaled and exhaled slowly as suddenly noises punctured the serene calmness of the moment. Opening her eyes in a hurry she heard screams and chaos outside as flames engulfed the city. Her mother rushed in and pulled her out of bed; rushing her towards the end of the house. They stopped in the kitchen as two men rushed in from behind them. They had not seen them yet. Pushing her into a hidden closet in the wall she shut it and turned just in time for the men to see her. They sat at the kitchen table eating that mornings breakfast as one of the men got up and admired the woman standing before him. He advanced towards her as she grabbed a nearby sword and held it before her. He grabbed the sword edge and pushed her against the cupboard stabbing the sword through the woman and cleanly into the cupboard; red hot liquid spread everywhere. The swords tip missing her by an inch she held her hand over her mouth to muffle her cries. She closed her eyes - the end of her entire race crashing down around her with the temple walls.
- -
Narquelie Namaarie woke up in a sweat; her eyes popped open and she saw that she was lying in the cool incense filled heart of temple ruins, her old home. She sat up and brushed herself off. She had a journey ahead of her - one she dreaded taking but had to. The Last of her race, The Last Unicorn as her foster parents had dubbed her. Although she was far from a unicorn - her race had become that of myths and legends, thousands of years had passed.
They'd had the power to create everything, become anything.
They'd created the rings, and one particularly power hungry monster had ordered the death of her race, knowing they were the one chance good had against his evil.
The elders of her race eventually became that of ring wraiths, serving only him, the one ring.
They'd ordered the massacre of course. Luckily her race had one power strength in particular - to become an animal, one animal in particular per blood line. That is how some had escaped this ordeal, sadly out of fear they'd stayed in their animal form so long, they'd forgotten that they ever had a human form.
She had long forgotten the name of her race by now. She had long forgotten her age also. Had stopped counting. However she could pass for a young woman; 15, 16 years maybe, her looks would never age beyond that.
Memories of long ago were fading, but slowly coming back in recent times.
She picked herself up and breathed heavily; knowing that the desolution she felt would soon become that of everyones on middle earth if he were to reclaim the ring. She stood. Draping her hood back over herself she began to walk towards where the wind took her; it spoke to her, told of the ring being in use again. By an old hobbit.
"Lema ed' templa" (Teleport) She whispered and faded out of sight; she reappeared as she had teleported herself, focusing on the energy of the ring.
"amin quella" (Invisibility) she whispered in old tongue and watched from outside.
Looking through the window she could see an old wizard and young hobbit talking, another hobbit hid underneath the window beside her, completely unable to sense her being there. She saw the ring and shuddered. The hobbit was packing his bags, and she could sense the ring wraiths coming towards them; miles away but still the wind carried their scent to her. She walked away and, once out of ear and sight, she morphed into her panther animal form; knowing her time would come to help and reveal herself. She sleeked away into a nearby forest.
- -
Narquelie Namaarie watched in horror, still waiting for her moment as the hobbits, Frodo (the ring bearer), his best friend Sam and the playful couple of Merry and Pippin landed in the middle of the road. She could sense the ring wraith nearby; she could hear him, taste him.
The four hobbits had curled themselves underneath a tree when she was finally close by. The shadow of the ring wraith was hunched over them. His clawed armor clutching onto the root of the tree above their heads.
"Traitor" she hissed on the wind around him. He looked up and around, momentarily distracted. Narquelie Namaarie took this moment and crushed some sticks underneath herself. The ring wraith jumped on his horse and raced towards her. Still in panther form she raced away; he had'nt spotted her but could hear her.
"Aman tel' Seldarine (Bless), Ama poldora (Strength), Vara tel' Seldarine (Protection)"
she whispered telepathicly to the hobbits; still being followed by the ring wraith herself. They looked around to see where this womans voice had come from to no avail; and they continued on running.
Arriving at the dock Sam, Merry and Pippin made it onto the raft safely as Frodo ran behind. They untied the raft off of the dock.
"Frodo, Hurry!" they yelled seeing the ring wraith rushing towards him; 2 meters and closing.
"He's not going to make it"
The ring wraith closed in space between himself and Frodo. The other hobbits watched in horror as the dark shadow reached down and brushed his hand on Frodo attempting to grab him. But missing. Why did he miss? Suddenly the hobbits watched as another black shadow flew, pounced out of nowhere taking the ring wraith off of his horse and sliding along the ground. Frodo took his opportunity and jumped onto the raft. They watched as the ring wraith and the large black panther faced off. Her close to golden eyes shone as she dodged another dagger swipe.
"Quick, Hurry" the hobbits yelled to her. As they drifted further away from the dock, the ring wraiths horse had joined in and was attempting to stomp on top of her. She ran, hoping she could make this long jump. She pounced; landing in the water she paddled herself and dug her claws into the side of the raft.
"Thank you" she heard a whisper as she closed her eyes at the shock of the cold. They all watched as the ring wraith jumped back on his horse and rode off.
"When's the next stop? I'm hungry"
Narquelie Namaarie shook off the cold water and nudged the hobbits to the edge of the road across from the tavern. Taking out a small flute and dropping it at the feet of the hobbit known as Frodo, the ringbearer. He picked it up, and fingered it. "If I need you?" he questioned. Nodding she then disappeared into the forest only to re-appear in human form. She watched from behind a large oak tree as they entered the enclosure.
She soon followed keeping herself in the shadow, completely covered in her robe. She got herself a room and finally slept. Waiting again for when she was needed.
a melancholy melody over natures own sweet sound. Glass prisms hanging from the roof spun teardrop rainbows different from each other in the drifting air currents.
Closing her eyes she inhaled and exhaled slowly as suddenly noises punctured the serene calmness of the moment. Opening her eyes in a hurry she heard screams and chaos outside as flames engulfed the city. Her mother rushed in and pulled her out of bed; rushing her towards the end of the house. They stopped in the kitchen as two men rushed in from behind them. They had not seen them yet. Pushing her into a hidden closet in the wall she shut it and turned just in time for the men to see her. They sat at the kitchen table eating that mornings breakfast as one of the men got up and admired the woman standing before him. He advanced towards her as she grabbed a nearby sword and held it before her. He grabbed the sword edge and pushed her against the cupboard stabbing the sword through the woman and cleanly into the cupboard; red hot liquid spread everywhere. The swords tip missing her by an inch she held her hand over her mouth to muffle her cries. She closed her eyes - the end of her entire race crashing down around her with the temple walls.
- -
Narquelie Namaarie woke up in a sweat; her eyes popped open and she saw that she was lying in the cool incense filled heart of temple ruins, her old home. She sat up and brushed herself off. She had a journey ahead of her - one she dreaded taking but had to. The Last of her race, The Last Unicorn as her foster parents had dubbed her. Although she was far from a unicorn - her race had become that of myths and legends, thousands of years had passed.
They'd had the power to create everything, become anything.
They'd created the rings, and one particularly power hungry monster had ordered the death of her race, knowing they were the one chance good had against his evil.
The elders of her race eventually became that of ring wraiths, serving only him, the one ring.
They'd ordered the massacre of course. Luckily her race had one power strength in particular - to become an animal, one animal in particular per blood line. That is how some had escaped this ordeal, sadly out of fear they'd stayed in their animal form so long, they'd forgotten that they ever had a human form.
She had long forgotten the name of her race by now. She had long forgotten her age also. Had stopped counting. However she could pass for a young woman; 15, 16 years maybe, her looks would never age beyond that.
Memories of long ago were fading, but slowly coming back in recent times.
She picked herself up and breathed heavily; knowing that the desolution she felt would soon become that of everyones on middle earth if he were to reclaim the ring. She stood. Draping her hood back over herself she began to walk towards where the wind took her; it spoke to her, told of the ring being in use again. By an old hobbit.
"Lema ed' templa" (Teleport) She whispered and faded out of sight; she reappeared as she had teleported herself, focusing on the energy of the ring.
"amin quella" (Invisibility) she whispered in old tongue and watched from outside.
Looking through the window she could see an old wizard and young hobbit talking, another hobbit hid underneath the window beside her, completely unable to sense her being there. She saw the ring and shuddered. The hobbit was packing his bags, and she could sense the ring wraiths coming towards them; miles away but still the wind carried their scent to her. She walked away and, once out of ear and sight, she morphed into her panther animal form; knowing her time would come to help and reveal herself. She sleeked away into a nearby forest.
- -
Narquelie Namaarie watched in horror, still waiting for her moment as the hobbits, Frodo (the ring bearer), his best friend Sam and the playful couple of Merry and Pippin landed in the middle of the road. She could sense the ring wraith nearby; she could hear him, taste him.
The four hobbits had curled themselves underneath a tree when she was finally close by. The shadow of the ring wraith was hunched over them. His clawed armor clutching onto the root of the tree above their heads.
"Traitor" she hissed on the wind around him. He looked up and around, momentarily distracted. Narquelie Namaarie took this moment and crushed some sticks underneath herself. The ring wraith jumped on his horse and raced towards her. Still in panther form she raced away; he had'nt spotted her but could hear her.
"Aman tel' Seldarine (Bless), Ama poldora (Strength), Vara tel' Seldarine (Protection)"
she whispered telepathicly to the hobbits; still being followed by the ring wraith herself. They looked around to see where this womans voice had come from to no avail; and they continued on running.
Arriving at the dock Sam, Merry and Pippin made it onto the raft safely as Frodo ran behind. They untied the raft off of the dock.
"Frodo, Hurry!" they yelled seeing the ring wraith rushing towards him; 2 meters and closing.
"He's not going to make it"
The ring wraith closed in space between himself and Frodo. The other hobbits watched in horror as the dark shadow reached down and brushed his hand on Frodo attempting to grab him. But missing. Why did he miss? Suddenly the hobbits watched as another black shadow flew, pounced out of nowhere taking the ring wraith off of his horse and sliding along the ground. Frodo took his opportunity and jumped onto the raft. They watched as the ring wraith and the large black panther faced off. Her close to golden eyes shone as she dodged another dagger swipe.
"Quick, Hurry" the hobbits yelled to her. As they drifted further away from the dock, the ring wraiths horse had joined in and was attempting to stomp on top of her. She ran, hoping she could make this long jump. She pounced; landing in the water she paddled herself and dug her claws into the side of the raft.
"Thank you" she heard a whisper as she closed her eyes at the shock of the cold. They all watched as the ring wraith jumped back on his horse and rode off.
"When's the next stop? I'm hungry"
Narquelie Namaarie shook off the cold water and nudged the hobbits to the edge of the road across from the tavern. Taking out a small flute and dropping it at the feet of the hobbit known as Frodo, the ringbearer. He picked it up, and fingered it. "If I need you?" he questioned. Nodding she then disappeared into the forest only to re-appear in human form. She watched from behind a large oak tree as they entered the enclosure.
She soon followed keeping herself in the shadow, completely covered in her robe. She got herself a room and finally slept. Waiting again for when she was needed.
