A/N: Thank ye both for your kind reviews. ( Please note that Yaviesel is
the main character however I do promise there will be a lot of Radagast,
the Brown in the future. I also promise as the story proceeds there will be
details filled in, such as how she came into Saruman's possession and why.
I present to you now, the second chapter to my first attempt at Tolkien Fan
Fiction.
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Chapter 2 The Awakening
Sound… sound seemed to surround her; the soft music of voices blending gently with the harmony of the wind that danced through the leaves. The murmur of running water played somewhere nearby, cooling the air. Gentle yet strong hands lifted her carefully. Her eyes tried to open to peer around her, to see who lifted her so, yet she could see not. Pain coursed through her weakened body causing a whimper to force its way out from her swollen throat. The voices soothed her. The hands pressed sweet cool water to her mouth just a little at a time, for her torn throat refused to allow much of the water past. The sweet water cooled and soothed her parched body.
She felt herself being laid upon something that felt as soft as a dream to her. The hands moved to the iron that even now still tormented her, biting into the skin of her neck. The iron foiled their gentle yet painful attempts to remove its wickedness from her. Again the voices sounded around her, sounding more like the wind from a threatening storm. Yaviesel shivered at that sound, afraid for the first time in this waking dream. The hands held her still. then delicately poured the soothing water over the open wounds on her throat. At first the water soothed the burning itch that tormented her there, however an instant later. intense fire rushed up to fight the healing coolness of the water. Soon, though it felt like an eternity to her, the pain receded into almost near nothingness. Exhausted, she allowed the gentle melody of the voices to lull her back into the peaceful darkness.
Yaviesel awoke to find herself strangely refreshed. The old familiar aches of her body seemed to have disappeared into nothingness. She stretched her limbs in hedonistic pleasure. She felt the hated pressure of the collar pressing into her neck. Hissing in pain, she sat up to relieve the pressure of the sadistic device. Soon the pain faded back into that endless itch that had become her existence. Sighing with many regrets, she opened her eyes to look warily at her surroundings. Her mouth opened with a yelp of surprise. She found herself in a place so utterly different from the expected cold iron cage within that horrid dark tower.
Bright Valar! The sight of trees, oh the wonderful eaves of her homeland filled her seeking eyes. Sniffing, she took in the cool scents of the air, tasting the textures in her mouth her delight turned to confusion. She did not know this forest. Looking around more carefully she took in the details. This is most definitely not the dark Mirkwood her father had told her of in his stories. This was an ancient forest indeed. Soft green moss covered the forest floor, creeping up the bark of the sleeping giants that surrounded her. Multitudes of different lichens and fungi grew wherever they found a damp bit of bark or soil. Curling ferns and crawling ivy framed the majestic old trees in a perfect frame.
No flower would dare bloom in this emerald forest, for its bloom would be put to shame by the intensity of the color surrounding it. The air was loud with the absence of sound. The only things that could be heard were the soft sighing of the wind through the high boughs of the trees and the murmuring stream nearby. The silence pressed oppressively down upon her heart, stilling the breath in her lungs. She was afraid to break the sacred silence of this ancient cathedral.
Thoughts of home began to creep into her mind as she cautiously took in her altered surroundings. Why did she insist that she should go? Why had she refused to heed the warnings given to her? 'Adventure you wanted,' she scoffed to herself. 'All you got was pain, girl… pain and heartache.' Sighing, she shook her head and body, fluffing her dew-dampened fur out from her skin. She still had a message to get to Rivendell, though it was utterly late as it stood. One thing… where in middle-earth was she?
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Chapter 2 The Awakening
Sound… sound seemed to surround her; the soft music of voices blending gently with the harmony of the wind that danced through the leaves. The murmur of running water played somewhere nearby, cooling the air. Gentle yet strong hands lifted her carefully. Her eyes tried to open to peer around her, to see who lifted her so, yet she could see not. Pain coursed through her weakened body causing a whimper to force its way out from her swollen throat. The voices soothed her. The hands pressed sweet cool water to her mouth just a little at a time, for her torn throat refused to allow much of the water past. The sweet water cooled and soothed her parched body.
She felt herself being laid upon something that felt as soft as a dream to her. The hands moved to the iron that even now still tormented her, biting into the skin of her neck. The iron foiled their gentle yet painful attempts to remove its wickedness from her. Again the voices sounded around her, sounding more like the wind from a threatening storm. Yaviesel shivered at that sound, afraid for the first time in this waking dream. The hands held her still. then delicately poured the soothing water over the open wounds on her throat. At first the water soothed the burning itch that tormented her there, however an instant later. intense fire rushed up to fight the healing coolness of the water. Soon, though it felt like an eternity to her, the pain receded into almost near nothingness. Exhausted, she allowed the gentle melody of the voices to lull her back into the peaceful darkness.
Yaviesel awoke to find herself strangely refreshed. The old familiar aches of her body seemed to have disappeared into nothingness. She stretched her limbs in hedonistic pleasure. She felt the hated pressure of the collar pressing into her neck. Hissing in pain, she sat up to relieve the pressure of the sadistic device. Soon the pain faded back into that endless itch that had become her existence. Sighing with many regrets, she opened her eyes to look warily at her surroundings. Her mouth opened with a yelp of surprise. She found herself in a place so utterly different from the expected cold iron cage within that horrid dark tower.
Bright Valar! The sight of trees, oh the wonderful eaves of her homeland filled her seeking eyes. Sniffing, she took in the cool scents of the air, tasting the textures in her mouth her delight turned to confusion. She did not know this forest. Looking around more carefully she took in the details. This is most definitely not the dark Mirkwood her father had told her of in his stories. This was an ancient forest indeed. Soft green moss covered the forest floor, creeping up the bark of the sleeping giants that surrounded her. Multitudes of different lichens and fungi grew wherever they found a damp bit of bark or soil. Curling ferns and crawling ivy framed the majestic old trees in a perfect frame.
No flower would dare bloom in this emerald forest, for its bloom would be put to shame by the intensity of the color surrounding it. The air was loud with the absence of sound. The only things that could be heard were the soft sighing of the wind through the high boughs of the trees and the murmuring stream nearby. The silence pressed oppressively down upon her heart, stilling the breath in her lungs. She was afraid to break the sacred silence of this ancient cathedral.
Thoughts of home began to creep into her mind as she cautiously took in her altered surroundings. Why did she insist that she should go? Why had she refused to heed the warnings given to her? 'Adventure you wanted,' she scoffed to herself. 'All you got was pain, girl… pain and heartache.' Sighing, she shook her head and body, fluffing her dew-dampened fur out from her skin. She still had a message to get to Rivendell, though it was utterly late as it stood. One thing… where in middle-earth was she?
