The 6th Istari
Chapter 4: Blood Lust
Note: I may have gotten some facts wrong, and if I did, and you notice, please tell me and I will try to change it asap.
Thoughts are in Italics. Thoughts spoken to each other are "in italics". If they are speaking in elvish, *elvish*, if dwarvish, dwarvish, if they are speaking normally, "It will be normal."
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Dying? Mother is dying? Heidi was in shock; all she could do was repeat the word dying over and over. She couldn't see what was in front of her even though her eyes were open. She couldn't hear even though there was a lot of noise, and she could focus on anything except - Dying? Raph heard Heidi's thoughts clearly; he was very attuned to her now and could hear her almost as clearly as he heard Twe. Twe had to concentrate some but could still hear the echoing words in Heidi's mind. "Dying?" The twins couldn't have been more surprised than if someone had pulled the floor out from underneath them. They also were in shock like Heidi. "Peranell" "is" "dying?" "no," "she" can't" "be." The two completed each others thoughts. But even though they to were in shock, their blood made they get pass the shock, if not the pain. They COULDN'T believe that their mother, a foster mother, but mother nonetheless, was dying. They turned to go to her, to prove that she was well, that this was all some horrible hoax, but deep down they knew. They turned and plucked up all the energy they had and ran as fast as they could towards the house.
When they got to the village they found it was in a smoky ruin. The orcs apparently had plundered it and then burned it to the ground. Everyone had been out watching the matches, everyone except Peranell. Why? Why didn't she come? They raced through the wreck, side by side to their house, to Peranell's house. In the middle of the ruin they saw Peranell lying there, almost dead. They ran up to her, but couldn't do anything to help her. A large grisly orc spear was pinning her to the wall and she was already dying, her organs shutting down, never to run again. But if they pulled the spear out, she would die from bleeding before they could stop it. They held her head and her hands and tried to calm her as well as them selves. Twe brushed away a bit of blood dribbling form the corner of Peranell's mouth, "No." she said, but that simple statement wobbled in the air, and shook.
Raph thought of when they were five and Tolliver had first made fun of them and how when they had come racing home to let out the tears. Peranell had hugged them and let them cry on her shoulders. She rocked them until they had fallen asleep in her lap, one on each side and she had sat with them for about an hour. That was one of the few times that they had fallen into a deep sleep and not a light sleep like they normally did. They had felt such a great amount of security to be surrounded by Peranell's plump arms and to be sitting in her warm lap and to hear her beating heart as she rocked them slowly.
Twe remembered how when she was sick how Peranell had sat by her side all day and held her hand. She had put cool cloths on her forehead and whispered sooths sounds to her. Every time Twe woke up form a bad dream, Peranell had been there to comfort her and shoo the nightmare away. No matter if Twe had tried o hide the fact she was awake, Peranell seemed to always know and would hug her and rock her until she went back to sleep.
They remembered her scolding for being out at night "No matter the stars, when you go to bed, your suppose to stay in bed!" She had finally thrown up her hands at their defenses and replicated pleas and looks. She had relented to let them go for ONE hour each night to go stargazing. They smiled at all her sighing and rolling eyes and looks upwards as if for help, because they knew she was playing with them in a way.
Heidi was still running towards the village, her movements not the best. Her brother and sister, who were also in pain, were warriors and put up shields between their feelings and their movements. So they could move, but they were feeling just as much pain as Heidi was. But they could help her though; she would come, but it would be too late. The twins connected to Heidi so she could "see" her mother's last moments. "Peranell?" Twe asked hesitantly, she reached into her mind. The aftermath and snitches of the battle kept replaying in her mind. The Orcs had suddenly arrived. Peranell had tried to defend herself but her sword lay broken at her side, it had also fought it's last battle. The blood and gore and pain and sorrow for leaving those she loved behind was all there. She knew she as dying, and she welcomed it, a release from the pain she had been feeling for years, a way to see her husband again, a release from the present pain she was in. Twe grew angry and frightened at Peranell's calmness, NO! You can't dye! You can't! I'll do anything, but stay here mother, stay here..
Twe felt the tears hiding behind her eyes, but they wouldn't fall. Raph felt sobs trying to get out, but his throat was closed. They felt the grief roll itself into a ball inside their very essence. The ball was a hard painful gem, sharp, and deadly. Even for how small it was, it threatened to engulf their entire self. The three were now locked in a death defying struggle, the two were trying to hold onto Peranell, to keep the only mother they had known, the one place that they had ever felt safe, the one person who, if she was protecting their sleeping forms, they could actually fall into a deep sleep. They were otherwise were always in a light sleep.
Peranell had been their mother; they had never had anyone else. They had also never felt the pain of anyone dying before. It was terrible as if all the joy in the world had been ripped away and only the pain, hurt, and anguish was left. They wanted to cry, to sob, but it wouldn't come out. They were opposite from humans in that respect. Where as humans could rarely keep their emotions form inhibiting them, or keep their emotions from showing; the elvish blood or something else in them caused them to quickly move over the shock and get to the matter. The emotion was hidden deep inside them, only to come out when there was peace around them and they could get it all out, otherwise it would stay there forever. The knot of grief and pain and anguish seemed to douse their whole being in coldness, in sorrow and torment.
Twe managed to carefully rip all the gruesome memories away from Peranell, and Raph set her at the present. They blocked the pain from Peranell; their foster mother deserved that at least in the end. But Twe felt the helplessness of their efforts, and they couldn't do much else. "WHAT ELSE CAN I DO?!" she cried to the heavens, her agony and despair were clearly written over her whole face, not even hope remained, but for the sake of trying she called to the heavens, not believing that their would be an answer. "WHAT CAN I DO TO SAVE MY MOTHER?! TELL ME AND I WILL DO IT, NO MATTER IF I COSTS ME MY LIFE, I WLL DO IT! BUT TELL ME! Tell me." her mind cries died down to whimpers and still dry-eyed she stared at Peranell, she chocked on the sobs that wished to get free. She felt a memory stirring in Peranell's dim mind, trying to escape. She reached again into Peranell's mind and freed the memory from age.
It was of the night they were born. She gazed at the face of the elf, it was contorted in childbirth but it was still beautiful. She wished she knew who she was; had met her. She saw herself and Raph through Peranell's eyes as she woke up that first morning and saw the newborn babes, she felt the warmth of love that Peranell still felt for them, their baby faces blurring into their actual faces, in Peranell's fuzzy mind.
I love you. Peranell's mind played though everyone, all her children and her foster children, even her husband who had died a month after Heidi was conceived. Her thoughts focused on Raph and Twe, You were destined for great things, I wish I had told you that, I hope you realize that and never forget that, never forget...her thoughts changed yet again and the faces of her family blurred around in her mind, I love you allllll..
Then she died. Tiwena and Rapheal couldn't have the heart to end her pain, but Iluvatar had done that much for them at least. She had dies a quick death, the memories of her family, and loving thoughts on her mind.
Raph and Twe had never felt such a rage come over them. The knot and ball of grief that had made them so cold now turn to heat and flames of revenge and anger burned through them. The feelings were so potent and the flames so high, that only though a little leaked into Heidi, she immediately became flaming mad, and raced ahead of her brother and sister, more adrenaline being pumped into her body. Experienced fighters call this blood lust. You lose all reason in the surge of hatred and seek only the blood of your enemy. Heidi had caught the blood lust from the twins and was running into the village just as they stood up from the dead body of Peranell. The three stared at each other; Heidi dropped to ground in front of her mother, gave Parnell's cheek one last kiss and stood up, she knew that the twins had already said their good-byes and gave their last kisses. She stroked the chin of her mother and then stood up. The twin's eyes had been momentarily soften by Heidi's farewell, but now all six eyes blazed again, they all unanimously turned and went to the cellar.
The cellar was a fake floor where weapons and food were stored. Raph opened the door and Twe grabbed some weapons and handed them out to Heidi. They then proceeded to put on bows and quivers of arrows, swords, and extra arrows; and even some dirks and daggers that Twe had found hidden in the back. They stuck those here and there, in their pants, belts, and boots.
Raph was the best tracker so Heidi and Twe stood in front of Peranell's cooling body while he searched out tracks. Twe could hear the people coming. Twe suddenly drew her sword and bow and knelt in front of Peranell's body, she stuck the knife blade down-wars in the earth and the bow she laid on the ground in front of it. She clasped the hilt of the sword and spoke. Her voice was gruff, but the words came out, "Peranell, my foster mother, I swear to you this day, that I will not rest until you have been revenged. I will make sure that all the orcs that did this are killed. And I will kill 115 more orcs after those that did this destruction are gone, one for each of the years that you graced this earth. I swear by this sword and this bow." Heidi leaned over and placed a hand on the sword's pommel and said, "This to do I swear, that I will help her in this until the deed is done." Raph found the track out of the village; he had also heard the vows, he came over and placed a hand on Heidi's and said simply, "As do I." Twe stood up and re-sheathed the sword and re- attached the bow. Raph told them the path led south, over the mountains.
Just as the rest arrived, the three were leaving the village, their only cadence that of their pounding hearts and minds calling for the blood of their enemies. They did not hear the cries of those behind them, but focused on trying to hear the sound of their enemies, They will be caught and punished Peranell, my only mother, I promise you that much.
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Well, from here on in it gets more interesting. I can promise that they find the orcs next chapter. R/r please!
~Kit ;)
Chapter 4: Blood Lust
Note: I may have gotten some facts wrong, and if I did, and you notice, please tell me and I will try to change it asap.
Thoughts are in Italics. Thoughts spoken to each other are "in italics". If they are speaking in elvish, *elvish*, if dwarvish, dwarvish, if they are speaking normally, "It will be normal."
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Dying? Mother is dying? Heidi was in shock; all she could do was repeat the word dying over and over. She couldn't see what was in front of her even though her eyes were open. She couldn't hear even though there was a lot of noise, and she could focus on anything except - Dying? Raph heard Heidi's thoughts clearly; he was very attuned to her now and could hear her almost as clearly as he heard Twe. Twe had to concentrate some but could still hear the echoing words in Heidi's mind. "Dying?" The twins couldn't have been more surprised than if someone had pulled the floor out from underneath them. They also were in shock like Heidi. "Peranell" "is" "dying?" "no," "she" can't" "be." The two completed each others thoughts. But even though they to were in shock, their blood made they get pass the shock, if not the pain. They COULDN'T believe that their mother, a foster mother, but mother nonetheless, was dying. They turned to go to her, to prove that she was well, that this was all some horrible hoax, but deep down they knew. They turned and plucked up all the energy they had and ran as fast as they could towards the house.
When they got to the village they found it was in a smoky ruin. The orcs apparently had plundered it and then burned it to the ground. Everyone had been out watching the matches, everyone except Peranell. Why? Why didn't she come? They raced through the wreck, side by side to their house, to Peranell's house. In the middle of the ruin they saw Peranell lying there, almost dead. They ran up to her, but couldn't do anything to help her. A large grisly orc spear was pinning her to the wall and she was already dying, her organs shutting down, never to run again. But if they pulled the spear out, she would die from bleeding before they could stop it. They held her head and her hands and tried to calm her as well as them selves. Twe brushed away a bit of blood dribbling form the corner of Peranell's mouth, "No." she said, but that simple statement wobbled in the air, and shook.
Raph thought of when they were five and Tolliver had first made fun of them and how when they had come racing home to let out the tears. Peranell had hugged them and let them cry on her shoulders. She rocked them until they had fallen asleep in her lap, one on each side and she had sat with them for about an hour. That was one of the few times that they had fallen into a deep sleep and not a light sleep like they normally did. They had felt such a great amount of security to be surrounded by Peranell's plump arms and to be sitting in her warm lap and to hear her beating heart as she rocked them slowly.
Twe remembered how when she was sick how Peranell had sat by her side all day and held her hand. She had put cool cloths on her forehead and whispered sooths sounds to her. Every time Twe woke up form a bad dream, Peranell had been there to comfort her and shoo the nightmare away. No matter if Twe had tried o hide the fact she was awake, Peranell seemed to always know and would hug her and rock her until she went back to sleep.
They remembered her scolding for being out at night "No matter the stars, when you go to bed, your suppose to stay in bed!" She had finally thrown up her hands at their defenses and replicated pleas and looks. She had relented to let them go for ONE hour each night to go stargazing. They smiled at all her sighing and rolling eyes and looks upwards as if for help, because they knew she was playing with them in a way.
Heidi was still running towards the village, her movements not the best. Her brother and sister, who were also in pain, were warriors and put up shields between their feelings and their movements. So they could move, but they were feeling just as much pain as Heidi was. But they could help her though; she would come, but it would be too late. The twins connected to Heidi so she could "see" her mother's last moments. "Peranell?" Twe asked hesitantly, she reached into her mind. The aftermath and snitches of the battle kept replaying in her mind. The Orcs had suddenly arrived. Peranell had tried to defend herself but her sword lay broken at her side, it had also fought it's last battle. The blood and gore and pain and sorrow for leaving those she loved behind was all there. She knew she as dying, and she welcomed it, a release from the pain she had been feeling for years, a way to see her husband again, a release from the present pain she was in. Twe grew angry and frightened at Peranell's calmness, NO! You can't dye! You can't! I'll do anything, but stay here mother, stay here..
Twe felt the tears hiding behind her eyes, but they wouldn't fall. Raph felt sobs trying to get out, but his throat was closed. They felt the grief roll itself into a ball inside their very essence. The ball was a hard painful gem, sharp, and deadly. Even for how small it was, it threatened to engulf their entire self. The three were now locked in a death defying struggle, the two were trying to hold onto Peranell, to keep the only mother they had known, the one place that they had ever felt safe, the one person who, if she was protecting their sleeping forms, they could actually fall into a deep sleep. They were otherwise were always in a light sleep.
Peranell had been their mother; they had never had anyone else. They had also never felt the pain of anyone dying before. It was terrible as if all the joy in the world had been ripped away and only the pain, hurt, and anguish was left. They wanted to cry, to sob, but it wouldn't come out. They were opposite from humans in that respect. Where as humans could rarely keep their emotions form inhibiting them, or keep their emotions from showing; the elvish blood or something else in them caused them to quickly move over the shock and get to the matter. The emotion was hidden deep inside them, only to come out when there was peace around them and they could get it all out, otherwise it would stay there forever. The knot of grief and pain and anguish seemed to douse their whole being in coldness, in sorrow and torment.
Twe managed to carefully rip all the gruesome memories away from Peranell, and Raph set her at the present. They blocked the pain from Peranell; their foster mother deserved that at least in the end. But Twe felt the helplessness of their efforts, and they couldn't do much else. "WHAT ELSE CAN I DO?!" she cried to the heavens, her agony and despair were clearly written over her whole face, not even hope remained, but for the sake of trying she called to the heavens, not believing that their would be an answer. "WHAT CAN I DO TO SAVE MY MOTHER?! TELL ME AND I WILL DO IT, NO MATTER IF I COSTS ME MY LIFE, I WLL DO IT! BUT TELL ME! Tell me." her mind cries died down to whimpers and still dry-eyed she stared at Peranell, she chocked on the sobs that wished to get free. She felt a memory stirring in Peranell's dim mind, trying to escape. She reached again into Peranell's mind and freed the memory from age.
It was of the night they were born. She gazed at the face of the elf, it was contorted in childbirth but it was still beautiful. She wished she knew who she was; had met her. She saw herself and Raph through Peranell's eyes as she woke up that first morning and saw the newborn babes, she felt the warmth of love that Peranell still felt for them, their baby faces blurring into their actual faces, in Peranell's fuzzy mind.
I love you. Peranell's mind played though everyone, all her children and her foster children, even her husband who had died a month after Heidi was conceived. Her thoughts focused on Raph and Twe, You were destined for great things, I wish I had told you that, I hope you realize that and never forget that, never forget...her thoughts changed yet again and the faces of her family blurred around in her mind, I love you allllll..
Then she died. Tiwena and Rapheal couldn't have the heart to end her pain, but Iluvatar had done that much for them at least. She had dies a quick death, the memories of her family, and loving thoughts on her mind.
Raph and Twe had never felt such a rage come over them. The knot and ball of grief that had made them so cold now turn to heat and flames of revenge and anger burned through them. The feelings were so potent and the flames so high, that only though a little leaked into Heidi, she immediately became flaming mad, and raced ahead of her brother and sister, more adrenaline being pumped into her body. Experienced fighters call this blood lust. You lose all reason in the surge of hatred and seek only the blood of your enemy. Heidi had caught the blood lust from the twins and was running into the village just as they stood up from the dead body of Peranell. The three stared at each other; Heidi dropped to ground in front of her mother, gave Parnell's cheek one last kiss and stood up, she knew that the twins had already said their good-byes and gave their last kisses. She stroked the chin of her mother and then stood up. The twin's eyes had been momentarily soften by Heidi's farewell, but now all six eyes blazed again, they all unanimously turned and went to the cellar.
The cellar was a fake floor where weapons and food were stored. Raph opened the door and Twe grabbed some weapons and handed them out to Heidi. They then proceeded to put on bows and quivers of arrows, swords, and extra arrows; and even some dirks and daggers that Twe had found hidden in the back. They stuck those here and there, in their pants, belts, and boots.
Raph was the best tracker so Heidi and Twe stood in front of Peranell's cooling body while he searched out tracks. Twe could hear the people coming. Twe suddenly drew her sword and bow and knelt in front of Peranell's body, she stuck the knife blade down-wars in the earth and the bow she laid on the ground in front of it. She clasped the hilt of the sword and spoke. Her voice was gruff, but the words came out, "Peranell, my foster mother, I swear to you this day, that I will not rest until you have been revenged. I will make sure that all the orcs that did this are killed. And I will kill 115 more orcs after those that did this destruction are gone, one for each of the years that you graced this earth. I swear by this sword and this bow." Heidi leaned over and placed a hand on the sword's pommel and said, "This to do I swear, that I will help her in this until the deed is done." Raph found the track out of the village; he had also heard the vows, he came over and placed a hand on Heidi's and said simply, "As do I." Twe stood up and re-sheathed the sword and re- attached the bow. Raph told them the path led south, over the mountains.
Just as the rest arrived, the three were leaving the village, their only cadence that of their pounding hearts and minds calling for the blood of their enemies. They did not hear the cries of those behind them, but focused on trying to hear the sound of their enemies, They will be caught and punished Peranell, my only mother, I promise you that much.
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Well, from here on in it gets more interesting. I can promise that they find the orcs next chapter. R/r please!
~Kit ;)