Authors' note: Well, all i really have to say is please r&r! By the way,
Atrus is pronounced with a short a. Just so ya know.
A Haunting Past
Crysta woke up, but she could not see. It was all black. There was no sound, only silence. She felt a stream of blood trickle down her face. She moved her head but felt seering pain and was very dizzy, so she did not move it again. She pulled her arms lightly but realized they were chained to the wall behind her. A gigantic orc opened the door, it was no lighter outside her cell than inside. The only light was coming from a torch outside the door. Crysta was still dizzy from the blow and could just barely see the orc in front of her.
"The Master awaits you." he said in his hideous voice. the orc pulled her head up and Crysta almost passed out from the pain. He poured a hot red liquid down her throat. It was horrible to drink and made her throat burn. Then it undid her shackles and yanked her up. Any sudden movement made her head throb so when he pulled her down a hall she could barely see. He opened the door to a giant chamber. There were several torches. But one corner was inpenetrated by the light. All that Crysta saw (or could see with her injury) was a shadow and two red eyes.
"Enter" A hideous, slimy voice sounded. The orc pushed Crysta into the chamber. She stumbled onto the floor and looked up into those red eyes glowing with evil.
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"Gandalf, is there any way to find her?" asked Merry.
"I cannot find her. But.. with a little magical help Legolas can." said Gandalf.
"Me Gandalf?" Legolas asked.
"Yes, it is easy for elves to sense the essence of their own kind. I can cast a spell that will expand your senses to a great distance. Will you do it?"
"I will." said Legolas.
"Then sit down and close your eyes." Legolas did as he was told. All the others watched in anticipation. Gandalf placed his hands on each side of Legolas's head and chanted a spell. Legolas could feel his senses tingling and saw an air view of Middle Earth. In certain areas he could see faint blue lights. His vision went down to these lights, scrolling through each one of them. It wasn't until he'd seen four or five until Legolas realized these were elves. His elf senses were screening through other elves searching for Crysta. He gazed at each of them, none matching the light, smiling face of Crysta. After he had searched almost everywhere he had gone back to the bird's eye view. He skimmed the surface of trees and plains. Finnaly he saw one faint, solitary light in the area of Minas Tirith. He went to the cave it was coming from. Legolas raced through caverns and halls. He turned and saw an enormous door to a chamber, but continued for he did not feel an elf's presence. Then Legolas came across another door, tall and steel. Surprisingly, he grazed right through it. Against the back wall was the one light he sensed before. Legolas peered through the light and gasped, inside the light, which was faint and quavering, which Legolas knew that this meant the elf inside was hurt or weak. Crysta was chained to the wall, blood pouring down her face from an enormous injury on her head. Legolas felt himself being sucked out of the cave and into the sky, farther and farther up he flew.
Legolas's eyes opened suddenly, everyone gasped and jumped about two feet back. The hobbits were cluthching their hearts and panting from shock. Legolas turned to Gandalf.
"She is being held in a cave near Minas Tirith." He said, "She is in a cell chained to the wall. She also has a very bad head injury which needs to be attended to soon." Legolas's eyes were filled with worry, along with the rest of them.
"Very well then. We shall continue to Gondor and when we receive the help of Aragorn, we will find her, heal her, and learn of her past. Let us ride on. Legolas, you ride Starblade, Gimli will ride Arod."
"Hold on there old man!" said Gimli, "I refused to ride a horse before and I refuse to do it now! I do not wish to set my life upon this beast!"
"You may, but if you do not ride Starblade will not be able to follow." replied Gandalf. The hobbits all turned toward Gimli with pleading eyes.
Gimli sighed, "O all right. I shall ride the beast, but only if Legolas rides beside me."
"Of course friend Gimli." Legolas said "I will teach you how to ride properly. I was planning to be beside you all the same." Legolas dropped from Arod and Gimli shifted forward. The elf leaped lightly upon Starblade. The white mare whinnied and shifted, but with a few soft elvish words from Legolas, she was still and bore him willingly.
"Why did she refuse?" asked Merry.
"Starblade is an elf-horse. She will only willingly bore elves if not only Crysta. So when Legolas spoke to her in the elvish tongue, she agreed to carry him." Gandalf explained.
"Oh" said Merry. They rode on to Gondor.
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Crysta could not help but feel terrified at the black shadow before her. There was just something about it that sent a horrible shiver down Crysta's back. She kneeled there frozen but then realied she was showing weakness and sprang to her feet, so quickly that her head spun. She stumbled and then stood still, not showing any emotion.
"Hello Crystalya, child of Denemar. I am King Atrus the Black. I have brought you here because I ask your help to rule Middle Earth. I have been watching you for a while and have noticed your wonderful gift. We can form a wonderful partnership, of course, I am only asking you nicely this once, otherwise I'll either have to take your power by force." the shadow sounded.
"You can't get me to do anything for you, your no king." Crysta hissed. Suddenly, the creature's eyes grew red, and Crysta felt her body being crushed. She was being pulled slowly to the ground. Crysta fought desperatly to stay standing, but could not muster the strength. The life was being slowly drained out of her, all the wind rushed from her lungs. Finnaly, she dropped to her knees and gasped for breath.
"If I am not a king, why are you on your knees before me?" The creature asked. The orc outside the door was laughing evilly. Atrus turned to it. "Bring her back to her cell, I will keep the spell on her." Atrus turned back to Crysta, "If you refuse to help me rule, your treatment will get worse as time draws on. Take her away." Once again those evil eyes turned red and Crysta felt weak and feeble once more. She could catch no air in her lungs.
The orc dragged her back to her cell and threw her in. I have to get out of here She thought.
A Haunting Past
Crysta woke up, but she could not see. It was all black. There was no sound, only silence. She felt a stream of blood trickle down her face. She moved her head but felt seering pain and was very dizzy, so she did not move it again. She pulled her arms lightly but realized they were chained to the wall behind her. A gigantic orc opened the door, it was no lighter outside her cell than inside. The only light was coming from a torch outside the door. Crysta was still dizzy from the blow and could just barely see the orc in front of her.
"The Master awaits you." he said in his hideous voice. the orc pulled her head up and Crysta almost passed out from the pain. He poured a hot red liquid down her throat. It was horrible to drink and made her throat burn. Then it undid her shackles and yanked her up. Any sudden movement made her head throb so when he pulled her down a hall she could barely see. He opened the door to a giant chamber. There were several torches. But one corner was inpenetrated by the light. All that Crysta saw (or could see with her injury) was a shadow and two red eyes.
"Enter" A hideous, slimy voice sounded. The orc pushed Crysta into the chamber. She stumbled onto the floor and looked up into those red eyes glowing with evil.
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"Gandalf, is there any way to find her?" asked Merry.
"I cannot find her. But.. with a little magical help Legolas can." said Gandalf.
"Me Gandalf?" Legolas asked.
"Yes, it is easy for elves to sense the essence of their own kind. I can cast a spell that will expand your senses to a great distance. Will you do it?"
"I will." said Legolas.
"Then sit down and close your eyes." Legolas did as he was told. All the others watched in anticipation. Gandalf placed his hands on each side of Legolas's head and chanted a spell. Legolas could feel his senses tingling and saw an air view of Middle Earth. In certain areas he could see faint blue lights. His vision went down to these lights, scrolling through each one of them. It wasn't until he'd seen four or five until Legolas realized these were elves. His elf senses were screening through other elves searching for Crysta. He gazed at each of them, none matching the light, smiling face of Crysta. After he had searched almost everywhere he had gone back to the bird's eye view. He skimmed the surface of trees and plains. Finnaly he saw one faint, solitary light in the area of Minas Tirith. He went to the cave it was coming from. Legolas raced through caverns and halls. He turned and saw an enormous door to a chamber, but continued for he did not feel an elf's presence. Then Legolas came across another door, tall and steel. Surprisingly, he grazed right through it. Against the back wall was the one light he sensed before. Legolas peered through the light and gasped, inside the light, which was faint and quavering, which Legolas knew that this meant the elf inside was hurt or weak. Crysta was chained to the wall, blood pouring down her face from an enormous injury on her head. Legolas felt himself being sucked out of the cave and into the sky, farther and farther up he flew.
Legolas's eyes opened suddenly, everyone gasped and jumped about two feet back. The hobbits were cluthching their hearts and panting from shock. Legolas turned to Gandalf.
"She is being held in a cave near Minas Tirith." He said, "She is in a cell chained to the wall. She also has a very bad head injury which needs to be attended to soon." Legolas's eyes were filled with worry, along with the rest of them.
"Very well then. We shall continue to Gondor and when we receive the help of Aragorn, we will find her, heal her, and learn of her past. Let us ride on. Legolas, you ride Starblade, Gimli will ride Arod."
"Hold on there old man!" said Gimli, "I refused to ride a horse before and I refuse to do it now! I do not wish to set my life upon this beast!"
"You may, but if you do not ride Starblade will not be able to follow." replied Gandalf. The hobbits all turned toward Gimli with pleading eyes.
Gimli sighed, "O all right. I shall ride the beast, but only if Legolas rides beside me."
"Of course friend Gimli." Legolas said "I will teach you how to ride properly. I was planning to be beside you all the same." Legolas dropped from Arod and Gimli shifted forward. The elf leaped lightly upon Starblade. The white mare whinnied and shifted, but with a few soft elvish words from Legolas, she was still and bore him willingly.
"Why did she refuse?" asked Merry.
"Starblade is an elf-horse. She will only willingly bore elves if not only Crysta. So when Legolas spoke to her in the elvish tongue, she agreed to carry him." Gandalf explained.
"Oh" said Merry. They rode on to Gondor.
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Crysta could not help but feel terrified at the black shadow before her. There was just something about it that sent a horrible shiver down Crysta's back. She kneeled there frozen but then realied she was showing weakness and sprang to her feet, so quickly that her head spun. She stumbled and then stood still, not showing any emotion.
"Hello Crystalya, child of Denemar. I am King Atrus the Black. I have brought you here because I ask your help to rule Middle Earth. I have been watching you for a while and have noticed your wonderful gift. We can form a wonderful partnership, of course, I am only asking you nicely this once, otherwise I'll either have to take your power by force." the shadow sounded.
"You can't get me to do anything for you, your no king." Crysta hissed. Suddenly, the creature's eyes grew red, and Crysta felt her body being crushed. She was being pulled slowly to the ground. Crysta fought desperatly to stay standing, but could not muster the strength. The life was being slowly drained out of her, all the wind rushed from her lungs. Finnaly, she dropped to her knees and gasped for breath.
"If I am not a king, why are you on your knees before me?" The creature asked. The orc outside the door was laughing evilly. Atrus turned to it. "Bring her back to her cell, I will keep the spell on her." Atrus turned back to Crysta, "If you refuse to help me rule, your treatment will get worse as time draws on. Take her away." Once again those evil eyes turned red and Crysta felt weak and feeble once more. She could catch no air in her lungs.
The orc dragged her back to her cell and threw her in. I have to get out of here She thought.