Author's note: Hi, sorry this took so long. fanfic.net wouldn't upload my
words then my stupid computer deleted the chapter so i had to write it all
over again! this is not a good day. please r&r!
A Haunting Past
"Crysta! Where are you? If you don't come out we'll have dinner without you and Pop will have my hide!" cried the rich, Irish voice of Ian Lightfoot.
Crysta simply laughed in the tree above Ian's head. It has been two years since her quest with the Fellowship and she missed them all terribly. She missed the hobbits' smiling faces, Aragorn and Gandalf's leadership, and Legolas and Gimli's crazy antics. But since she had settled in the fairylands she had made many new friends. Including her best friend, the brown haired, smiling, worrying (slightly clumsy) Ian Lightfoot.
Crysta jumped nimbly from the tree. "Alright Ian, i'll come down. You neddn't cry about it, for I would not be that much of loss. More food for your family if I don't come."
"Well, you know how much Pop likes ya'. Even though he thinks elves are a bit strange. And I wasn't gonna cry."
"Whatever you say my friend" replied Crysta. The two walked through the enchanted wood until they came to the house of Ian's father.
"Crysta! How are ya' lass?" said the smiling face of Mr. Lightfoot. "Ian, your late. You were supposed to help your mother set the table. If you come in late again, i'll have your hide!" Ian lowered his head and Crysta felt a pang of guilt for getting him in trouble. But her elf ears picked up an "I told ya so" from him. The whole family came in and they ate.
After dinner with the Lightfoot family (which was quite enjoyable to her as it always was) Crysta walked through the path to her small cottage. She had lived there since she had come to the fairylands. She slipped off her tunic and leggings, but leaving her underclothes, shorts and a sleeveless top, she slept.
That night Crysta had visions. Dark, menacing clouds hovering above her head. Suddenly, strange warriors of orcs and men came running through a giant gate between radiant walls of gold. All her ears could hear were screams of fear, and battle cries of the warriors both good and evil. She ran, but was picked up by a gigantic orc. She felt the cold steel of a knife slice through her arm. The orc dropped her, it's head now on the ground. She ran from the army and was suddenly at the golden walls standing tall above her. She felt short, as if she were a small child. There was a huge blast and the wall collapsed on top of her, all was black.
Crysta bolted upright in her bed. She was covered in cold sweat. She lifted a thin, shaking hand and dragged it across her brow. The dream seemed so famliliar and real, but it couldn't be. She layed back in her bed and passed back into an uneasy sleep.
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The next morning Crysta woke up to a rapping on her door. Who would be up at this beastly hour? she thought. Another loud knock was heard. "Hold on, i'm coming!" She pulled on a fresh tunic and leggings and (forggeting her boots) opened the door. She peered throught the crack at the shocked face of Ian. "Ian! My friend what are you doing here? Curse your farm life, you wake up to early!"
"Crysta! It was so strange! I was up and walkin' throught the fields to do my morning jobs when I saw them! Big, black clouds hoverin' right where you told me Mirkwood and Gondor were. Them clouds sent a chill down my spine. But then they just vanished from my eyes."
"What!" cried Crysta, "Take me to where you saw them!" She grabbed her boots and had them on in a second. Ian lead her down the main road and she passed him up quickly. She didn't know why she was so anxious or why she passed Ian up. But it felt as if a voice or power was drawing her to where the clouds were. Suddenly, she stopped, and Ian came up and tripped into her back at the brief halt. The power was now coming from above her. Crysta spread her white wings and bolted into the trees overhead, her body straight so she could pass through easily. Up, up, up she climbed until...
A bright light hit Crysta's eyes. It was the sun. She shaded her eyes with a slender hand and gazed around. It's so beautiful! she thought. She saw the rolling hills of lands beyond the borders of the fairylands, but something was not right. Something sent a chill to her heart and mind. Crysta turned towards Mirkwood and saw them, the black shadows from her nightmare. An evil radiated from them, like thunderclouds gathering strength until it explodes in a massive, destructive force. Crysta looked towards Gondor and also saw them. But something troubled her besides the clouds, why had Ian only seen them for a short time before the shadows dissapeared?
Crysta dove back down through the trees to her friend. "Well," said Ian, looking puzzled, "Did you see anything?"
"I did, something evil. I must warn Legolas and Aragorn of these Black Shadows."
"Your going away?!" cried Ian. He put a hand over his eyes and gazed into the distance. "I still see nothing Crysta."
Crysta was shocked. "How can you not see it? If you cannot see it than you must certainly feel its presence." Ian looked towards Mirkwood again, but this time he shivered from head to toe. Crysta smiled. "You see? I shall leave tomorrow. If you wish to come, be ready when I come for you. I shall be leving early so don't oversleep, and pack lightly. Only what is necessary, I wish to travel fast."
Ian nodded. "I will go and see if Pop approves." And with that he turned and ran in the direction of his home. Crysta shook her head and headed to her cottage to pack and sharpen her blades.
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The next morning Crysta flew to Ian's house rather than run for she knew it would be faster. She knocked on the door and Ian opened it almost immediatly, obviously expecting her. Ian looked her up and down. She had on a green tunic and brown leggings with her knee high leather boots. She had her pale golden hair braided out of her face but the rest hanging about her shoulders. The first thing Ian noticed was that she was armed, quite well. On her back she had strapped a bow and quiver, in her belt was a sheathed sword and a small ax, and in her boots were sheathed two long daggers.
Ian had not expected this, "What's all the weapons for?" He asked a little shakily.
Crysta smiled. She knew that Ian had never traveled before, and was not used to danger. "Well, the ax is mostly for chopping wood. The bow is for long range, the sword, for short range, and the daggers are for getting under people's feet. And I brought these for you." She handed him two long daggers. Ian could tell that they were pretty old, but when he pulled them out he saw that they were in perfect condition.
"So, is everything alright with the family?" Crysta asked.
"Yeah, they know i'm leavin' this morning. We said all our goodbyes last night and Pop's got little William Quickwing to do my work while i'm gone."
"Alright then. Let's get going!" She said and pulled him to the stables. She placed her packs and jumped on the bare back of her noble mare, Starblade.
"We're riding?" Ian asked doubtfully.
Crysta gave him a surprised look, her sharp, turqouise eyes piercing Ian's gentle, brown eyed gaze. "Of course we're riding. You do know how to ride right?" Ian cringed. "Alright just hop on the back and hang tight. Oh, you might want to put those daggers in your belt." Ian looked down and realized that he was still holding the daggers Crysta gave him. So he quickly tucked them in his belt (with a little instruction from Crysta), hovered, and lowered himself onto the mare's back. Noro lim, Starblade, noro lim Crysta cited to the elf- horse gently. Starblade took off without hesitation. It seemed to Ian that the mare drifted above the ground. They rode through the gates and onto the fields. A fine mess we're getting ourselves into thought Ian.
A Haunting Past
"Crysta! Where are you? If you don't come out we'll have dinner without you and Pop will have my hide!" cried the rich, Irish voice of Ian Lightfoot.
Crysta simply laughed in the tree above Ian's head. It has been two years since her quest with the Fellowship and she missed them all terribly. She missed the hobbits' smiling faces, Aragorn and Gandalf's leadership, and Legolas and Gimli's crazy antics. But since she had settled in the fairylands she had made many new friends. Including her best friend, the brown haired, smiling, worrying (slightly clumsy) Ian Lightfoot.
Crysta jumped nimbly from the tree. "Alright Ian, i'll come down. You neddn't cry about it, for I would not be that much of loss. More food for your family if I don't come."
"Well, you know how much Pop likes ya'. Even though he thinks elves are a bit strange. And I wasn't gonna cry."
"Whatever you say my friend" replied Crysta. The two walked through the enchanted wood until they came to the house of Ian's father.
"Crysta! How are ya' lass?" said the smiling face of Mr. Lightfoot. "Ian, your late. You were supposed to help your mother set the table. If you come in late again, i'll have your hide!" Ian lowered his head and Crysta felt a pang of guilt for getting him in trouble. But her elf ears picked up an "I told ya so" from him. The whole family came in and they ate.
After dinner with the Lightfoot family (which was quite enjoyable to her as it always was) Crysta walked through the path to her small cottage. She had lived there since she had come to the fairylands. She slipped off her tunic and leggings, but leaving her underclothes, shorts and a sleeveless top, she slept.
That night Crysta had visions. Dark, menacing clouds hovering above her head. Suddenly, strange warriors of orcs and men came running through a giant gate between radiant walls of gold. All her ears could hear were screams of fear, and battle cries of the warriors both good and evil. She ran, but was picked up by a gigantic orc. She felt the cold steel of a knife slice through her arm. The orc dropped her, it's head now on the ground. She ran from the army and was suddenly at the golden walls standing tall above her. She felt short, as if she were a small child. There was a huge blast and the wall collapsed on top of her, all was black.
Crysta bolted upright in her bed. She was covered in cold sweat. She lifted a thin, shaking hand and dragged it across her brow. The dream seemed so famliliar and real, but it couldn't be. She layed back in her bed and passed back into an uneasy sleep.
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The next morning Crysta woke up to a rapping on her door. Who would be up at this beastly hour? she thought. Another loud knock was heard. "Hold on, i'm coming!" She pulled on a fresh tunic and leggings and (forggeting her boots) opened the door. She peered throught the crack at the shocked face of Ian. "Ian! My friend what are you doing here? Curse your farm life, you wake up to early!"
"Crysta! It was so strange! I was up and walkin' throught the fields to do my morning jobs when I saw them! Big, black clouds hoverin' right where you told me Mirkwood and Gondor were. Them clouds sent a chill down my spine. But then they just vanished from my eyes."
"What!" cried Crysta, "Take me to where you saw them!" She grabbed her boots and had them on in a second. Ian lead her down the main road and she passed him up quickly. She didn't know why she was so anxious or why she passed Ian up. But it felt as if a voice or power was drawing her to where the clouds were. Suddenly, she stopped, and Ian came up and tripped into her back at the brief halt. The power was now coming from above her. Crysta spread her white wings and bolted into the trees overhead, her body straight so she could pass through easily. Up, up, up she climbed until...
A bright light hit Crysta's eyes. It was the sun. She shaded her eyes with a slender hand and gazed around. It's so beautiful! she thought. She saw the rolling hills of lands beyond the borders of the fairylands, but something was not right. Something sent a chill to her heart and mind. Crysta turned towards Mirkwood and saw them, the black shadows from her nightmare. An evil radiated from them, like thunderclouds gathering strength until it explodes in a massive, destructive force. Crysta looked towards Gondor and also saw them. But something troubled her besides the clouds, why had Ian only seen them for a short time before the shadows dissapeared?
Crysta dove back down through the trees to her friend. "Well," said Ian, looking puzzled, "Did you see anything?"
"I did, something evil. I must warn Legolas and Aragorn of these Black Shadows."
"Your going away?!" cried Ian. He put a hand over his eyes and gazed into the distance. "I still see nothing Crysta."
Crysta was shocked. "How can you not see it? If you cannot see it than you must certainly feel its presence." Ian looked towards Mirkwood again, but this time he shivered from head to toe. Crysta smiled. "You see? I shall leave tomorrow. If you wish to come, be ready when I come for you. I shall be leving early so don't oversleep, and pack lightly. Only what is necessary, I wish to travel fast."
Ian nodded. "I will go and see if Pop approves." And with that he turned and ran in the direction of his home. Crysta shook her head and headed to her cottage to pack and sharpen her blades.
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The next morning Crysta flew to Ian's house rather than run for she knew it would be faster. She knocked on the door and Ian opened it almost immediatly, obviously expecting her. Ian looked her up and down. She had on a green tunic and brown leggings with her knee high leather boots. She had her pale golden hair braided out of her face but the rest hanging about her shoulders. The first thing Ian noticed was that she was armed, quite well. On her back she had strapped a bow and quiver, in her belt was a sheathed sword and a small ax, and in her boots were sheathed two long daggers.
Ian had not expected this, "What's all the weapons for?" He asked a little shakily.
Crysta smiled. She knew that Ian had never traveled before, and was not used to danger. "Well, the ax is mostly for chopping wood. The bow is for long range, the sword, for short range, and the daggers are for getting under people's feet. And I brought these for you." She handed him two long daggers. Ian could tell that they were pretty old, but when he pulled them out he saw that they were in perfect condition.
"So, is everything alright with the family?" Crysta asked.
"Yeah, they know i'm leavin' this morning. We said all our goodbyes last night and Pop's got little William Quickwing to do my work while i'm gone."
"Alright then. Let's get going!" She said and pulled him to the stables. She placed her packs and jumped on the bare back of her noble mare, Starblade.
"We're riding?" Ian asked doubtfully.
Crysta gave him a surprised look, her sharp, turqouise eyes piercing Ian's gentle, brown eyed gaze. "Of course we're riding. You do know how to ride right?" Ian cringed. "Alright just hop on the back and hang tight. Oh, you might want to put those daggers in your belt." Ian looked down and realized that he was still holding the daggers Crysta gave him. So he quickly tucked them in his belt (with a little instruction from Crysta), hovered, and lowered himself onto the mare's back. Noro lim, Starblade, noro lim Crysta cited to the elf- horse gently. Starblade took off without hesitation. It seemed to Ian that the mare drifted above the ground. They rode through the gates and onto the fields. A fine mess we're getting ourselves into thought Ian.