Ok, i know its been a long time since ive been on here submitting a story and some of you may be a little upset over the whole coming back thing, but i am going to TRY and finish this one. i apologize ahead of time if this doesn't follow the movies or the books exactly whereas im still reading the books and im not about to sit through a three hour movie just to get the dialouge-i dont really care if i spelled that right- down to the exact little breath between each sentence said. and i may switch up character deaths and everything. like the time or whatever. oh, and no promises about regularly updating cause anyone who was on track with my other story knows it aint gonna happen. sorry if it's a bit confusing, i get my stories cause i write them, but i know some of ya'll out there- past reviews and i thank you for that- find some of my crap confusin.
sorry for any mispellings blah, blah, blah. here's the story.
Disclaimer: i dont own anything other than my OCs. although i do wish sometimes about legolas...
I could see the Nazgul and the horrible demon-like shadow-horses they were riding beside me, their screeches maddeningly loud. I had to get to the other side of the river first. I had to protect the elvish rider there crouched next to the dieing Halfling.
I could sense the border of great city of Rivendell in the distance, but I feared I would not make it. I wasn't afraid of the Nazgul, no. I was afraid of what the elves would do to me when I returned to my home, Rivendell.
You see, I, along with the rest of my kind, were banished almost five thousand years ago. The elves then were less knowledgeable and were afraid of us then. I do not know what is to await me, but I will brave it.
My kind, we can sense the ring, I guess you could say we are connected to it. We could feel it when the ring was lost, and we could feel it when the ring was found by two Halflings. We could feel it when it took over the mind of the poor creature Smeagle, when it made him kill his companion, when the ring was dropped and another Halfling found it. We can feel each creature's want for it if they are near it, it is because of this connection and our hatred of the ring that it hates us.
My kind, we are Moraes or Shifters. Elves, that something changed within us and made us what we are. We had something extra, something that other elves did not. We are faster, stronger, have more acute senses, and are able to change form. We saw this as a gift, the elders saw it as a threat. We were banished, all of us were from the same generation, merely a few hundred years old at the time. There weren't many of us, only nine of us including myself. There had been more, but some of us were killed when our powers were discovered.
We sought the help of many people, but they were also afraid and tried to kill us. With our lack of training, we quickly found out that we cannot die. Mortal weapons did not pierce our skin and charms and spells did not work if they were meant harm to us. Although, we never came into contact with a Morgul blade or the Immortal blades that the Nazgul also carry, which never rust or shatter.
Finally we found a kind old wizard, he helped us master our powers. His name, was Gandalf. Gandalf the Grey, we called him although he had many names. We set out on our own adventures. Traveling Middle Earth, but we always returned back to what we considered our home, Gandalf's cabin deep in the forest of Mirkwood; he hardly ever used it nor was it ever mentioned to anyone outside of our group.
We also found a few others to help train us. Aragorn son of Arathorn, heir to the throne of Gondor. Bilbo Baggins of The Shire. Elrond Halfelven, lord of Imladris and the great elven city of Rivendell. All of them assisted us and were kind to us.
Gandalf traveled many a time and was hardly ever home, but we always managed to track him down for a good supper and story-telling around a huge bonfire.
After almost a thousand years of roaming aimlessly, it was clear we needed someone to be our leader, to tell us where to go and when to be there. For some strange reason, they chose me. They said I was the fastest, strongest, and oldest of them all. I was the oldest, but only by a decade or so.
Throughout all this, we could feel the ring passing hands. Until a one hundred and eleven year old Bilbo Baggins decided it was time to pass the ring on to his nephew, Frodo Baggins. We could sense the time of the ring on Middle Earth was almost up, so we made our way near Rivendell, to where we knew the ring would end up eventually. At one point, we could feel Gandalf's presence through the ring, but it disappeared within a few days. Then a few days after, we could feel the presence of a king. A self-exiled king. I knew who is was, for he and I had met and had become good friends. Aragorn, heir to the throne of Gondor.
A week later, we heard a horse coming fast towards us. I climbed a tree and looked out over the forest. There was a horse galloping as fast as it could toward Rivendell, but still the rider spurred it on. The Nazgul were close behind on their shadow-horses.
I had leapt on my own horse and rode out towards the rider. I shouted back to my people not to follow. They obeyed.
I distracted the Nazgul and quickly traded horses with her, as hers looked worn. I sent her ahead with the rested horse galloping at full speed toward Rivendell. I skidded to a halt on my own horse and dismounted, sending my horse away and shifting into a wolf, the size of a warg. (not a warg, but a regular wolf.) and standing in the path of the Nazgul. They all skidded to a stop sensing that I was not a normal wolf. I growled at them, giving the Elvin rider a head-start.
"Move she-wolf. We have business ahead." one of them hissed, I growled in response.
"So be it, we will trample you." it hissed again, and the shadow-horses roared with malice. They reared and I attacked then, clawing at the horses' underbellies and legs. They tried to trample me, but I was too quick under them and soon they were all neighing with fury and hatred.
I howled and took off following the trail of the rider, my speed equaling that of a warg. I had to get across the river first. I sped up, barely keeping ahead of the Nazgul and their angered horses. We raced to the river and soon I could see it, I sped up still.
We reached the river and the Nazgul faltered at the water's edge while I thundered across it. I saw the Elvin rider and her dieing charge. She looked up, terror in her eyes, but the terror wasn't from the Nazgul, it was from me. I skidded to a stop in front of her and sniffed the Halfling, I could smell the poison of a Morgul blade. And I could sense the presence of the ring on this small man.
I turned and trotted back to the water's edge. I growled tauntingly at them, silently daring them to come and get me. They took the bait and urged their shadow-horses out into the middle of the river, I howled and a roar could be heard from up-river. A huge wave shaped like galloping horses tore over the shallow river and washed away the Nazgul and their evil horses.
I turned to the elf, she was whispering to the Halfling in elvish. I slowly trotted up to her and sniffed her, she had the scent of Rivendell. So she was Lord Elrond's daughter, Lady Arwen Evenstar of the last homely house. She turned to me.
"Who are you?" she asked quietly.
'An outcast,' I spoke into her mind. 'a she-elf of long ago, lost and forgotten along with the rest of my people. Doomed to walk this earth for eternity, for being different. For being ourselves,' and with that I trotted off into the forest.
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A while later, when I was back near the grounds where my people were resting, I shifted back into my elvish form and called out to them. They came galloping on their horses.
"Si min cor car shael thyl. Shi vode sai Rivendell!" (The one ring has been found. We ride to Rivendell!) I shouted, they cheered. They took off and I grabbed hold of one of the horses flying past and swung myself on behind the rider. I looked and saw it was my sister, Alanah. She smiled back at me and rode on.
Alanah is my sister but the only thing we have in common is our eyes, which are a silver-ish color. It looks unnatural but when a strong emotion- like anger or grief- took us over, they looked almost black or grey, depending on the severity of the emotion.
I have a dark chocolate color to my hair, a darker skin tone than that of a regular elf, and am a bit shorter than my sister. Alanah, however has golden hair, fair skin, and is a small bit taller then myself.
We arrived in Rivendell within the day, I told everyone except Alanah and Esther to let their horses loose outside the gate; I also asked Hatham for his horse and he handed me the reins. I turned to them.
"Ai olia shal Alanah eil Esther sai tysti shor ti. Si vaer os o, codi ail si saer eil eirdar os vaeres ."(I only want Alanah and Esther to come with me. The rest of you, hide in the trees and await our return. ) I called. Alanah and Esther walked towards me, leading their horses, as the rest ran into the trees.
"Shar eisi shi sai pai oli ailodi, tia thol?"( what are we to do once inside, my friend?) Esther asked me, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"Shi mael Lord Elrond. Eiraes sar, ai pai byr cyrn."(we seek Lord Elrond. After that, I do not know.) I answered her. She nodded and together we mounted our horses and rode towards the gates.
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