Author's note: please r&r! I use stuff from the book here too (DUH!! thats
what this story's based on!) but im just borrowing them.
A Haunting Past
The Fellowship was glancing over the map on the table when Pippin heard what sounded like shouts and hoofbeats outside. He rose from his chair and opened the door without anyine noticing. Suddenly, he gave a cry of dismay. Merry rushed over to him.
"What is it Pip?" Pippin merely pointed out the door. Merry looked and his eyes grew wide with shock. As they looked they saw a white, fairly glowing figure on a black horse, behind it was screaming orcs and ruffians. As Pippin looked closer he realized that this figure was Crysta!
"Merry! Help me open the door!" The two hobbits struggled to open the heavy door. All the others stopped talking and looked to see what Merry and Pippin were up to. When they finnaly got the door open the horse came rushing through. Legolas realized immediatly what was going on and ran to help them. He pulled out his bow and notched an arrow,immediatly releasing it and killing an orc. Merry and Pippin managed to get the door closed. Gandalf and Aragorn ran to the horse and rider. Gandalf grasped the reins and Aragorn helped Crysta down from his back. Pippin noticed blood on the floor from where Crysta had ridden. "Blood? Aragorn, I think she's hurt."
"Really? What makes you say that?" he asked.
"Well, there's blood on the floor from where she rode in." Aragorn pulled back her hood and gasped. For there was blood soaking her golden hair and running down her face. She groaned when Aragorn put his arm around her middle. He lifted her tunic and sleeveless shirt a little and saw dark purple marks down her side. Her ribs were either bruised or broken. Gandalf tended to the horse, he had had a hard, rough ride and was very tired. Aragorn rushed her to the Houses of Healing, the rest of the Fellowship at his heels.
In the Houses of Healing Crysta was resting peacefully on a bed. Her eyes closed, for once. Legolas was moved with pitty for this was his first site of Crysta being seriously hurt. Gandalf entered the room.
"Gandalf, is it possible to cast the spell on her now?" asked Aragorn.
"Yes, but it will be difficult if she is not concious. But, I will do my best." The others held their breath as Gandalf placed his hands over her head and chanted ancient words. He tried once more. Just when they thought it was not going to work the world around them became blurry, and at last dissapeared.
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The Fellowship found themselves on the outskirts of a city in a forest. As they looked around them they noticed wonderous golden walls surrounding the city. Suddenly, a tiny girl with golden hair, wings, and pionted ears rushed past them, they heard a cheerful voice calling. The Fellowship followed the little elf, for they knew that this was Crysta.
"Crysta! Come here sweet heart!" The young elf ran to a rough looking man that looked quite a lot like Aragorn, except with beutiful turquise eyes. He grabbed the child and placed her in his lap.
"Father, what's that?" Crysta asked as she pointed to the sky. Legolas followed her finger and saw that there were great black clouds lining the sky and traveling toward the city, fast.
"Those are the Black Shadows Crysta. They will be reaching here any day now."
"I'm frightened Father. I want to help fight them with you!" the small Crysta replied.
"Don't be afraid child," his warm voice replied, "Fear in evil's eyes is weakness. And they show no mercy, for that is also counted as weakness with them." Suddenly he laughed. "You cannot help my men and I fight for our city! You are but four years of age."
"Well then what can I do father?" Frodo smiled, this was definetly Crysta. She had not changed much in determination.
Her father grabbed her shoulders. "Never give in to their demands. That what you can do. And never scream or cry out from pain, for that is simply satisfying their hunger for blood. We must refuse to give them that satisfaction, even if it kills us. A great seige is coming Crysta, if anything happens to me, you remember all I have taught you. And if you must defend yourself, remember what I have taught you in the sword." Aragorn breathed in these words for they were wise.
"I wish mother was here, why did she have to be killed by orcs?"
"Your mother was a warrior from Mirkwood as I am from here in Denemar. And in that job she had developed many enemies. I also wish very much she was still alive. Not only for me, but for you. I am but merely a man, and know nothing of your elvish heritage, nor of your fairy heritage of your grandmother. Even though I believe it is important for you to learn of your main race, I cannot teach you."
Crysta's turqouise eyes were downcast, she did not remember her mother and it tore her heart. "Do you think anything bad will happen to us Father?"
"I don't know Crysta. I certainly hope not. I am captain of the gaurd, so if they come early, this might be the last time you ever see me." Crysta sliiped her small arms around the man's neck. He hugged her close. The scene was growing blurry once more.
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The Fellowship next saw that it was early morning. They were in a large stone house. Aragorn walked around inside and saw that one of the bedrooms were empty. He went further and saw Crysta in a small bed in the room next to it. He heard shouts and clashing metal outside. Crysta awoke and walked right past Sam (for she could not see him, for this was a memory and could not be affected by the present) to the room Aragorn had just looked into.
"Father? Where are you?" the little elf cried out. She ran towards the door past the Fellowship. She threw open the door and stopped in her tracks. Outside, right in her front yard, was evil men and orcs screaming war cries and fighting with the men of Denemar. A small orc popped up in front of Crysta. She screamed and ran inside, the orc followed her. She ran to her room and grabbed her small sword, fastening it to her belt. She ran out the back door and looked back. She kept running until she was stopped abruptly, she had bashed into something big and very solid.
"Well, what do we have here?" said a very mean looking orc. He grabbed Crysta by the neck and held her to the level of his face. The small elf gasped for air and scratched at the orc's arm to let her free. All the men and orcs laughed around her.
"An elf!" cried one of the orcs. "Let us have a bit of sport and mutilate it until she screams for mercy!" Gimli gasped in horror, surely even these orcs wouldn't harm such a small and sweet child. He turned to Legolas and saw the elf gazing with terror distressing his fair face.
"Let's hear a scream then." the lead orc said. He pulled out a large, broad knife and lowered it to Crysta's arm, just threatening the tender flesh. Crysta held her breath as the knife pierced her arm and tore through it. Sam watched in terror, as he stood there he was thinking of little Elanor, who was just as old as Crysta in this vision.
Crysta let go of his arm and pulled at her small sword. Finally, she had it out of it's sheath. She swung with all her might and dropped. The whole Fellowship gasped as she dropped to the ground. Crysta opened her eyes and saw the orc's head at her feet. She gasped and ran, the circle closed in. She drew her sword once more against a ruffian. Up then down, then she threw a punch at his face and ran under him. The group rushed at her. Another group joined them with a large cannon.
The Fellowship ran after the evil men and orcs. Pippin thought his legs would give out from under him. He just couldn't watch Crysta get hurt anymore.
Crysta's short legs were getting tired as well. The brilliant golden walls seemed to grow before her eyes. She stopped and whirled around. Out of the cannon came an explosion, something Middle- Earth had never seen. It blasted past Crysta and into the wall. Crysta screamed and the wall toppled on top of her. Merry cried out, Legolas took a step forward ready to rush to his young friend, but Gandalf laid a hand on his shoulder to stay him. The orcs retreated laughing evilly. Once again the world turned blurry. Crysta was alone underneath the walls she dearly loved.
A Haunting Past
The Fellowship was glancing over the map on the table when Pippin heard what sounded like shouts and hoofbeats outside. He rose from his chair and opened the door without anyine noticing. Suddenly, he gave a cry of dismay. Merry rushed over to him.
"What is it Pip?" Pippin merely pointed out the door. Merry looked and his eyes grew wide with shock. As they looked they saw a white, fairly glowing figure on a black horse, behind it was screaming orcs and ruffians. As Pippin looked closer he realized that this figure was Crysta!
"Merry! Help me open the door!" The two hobbits struggled to open the heavy door. All the others stopped talking and looked to see what Merry and Pippin were up to. When they finnaly got the door open the horse came rushing through. Legolas realized immediatly what was going on and ran to help them. He pulled out his bow and notched an arrow,immediatly releasing it and killing an orc. Merry and Pippin managed to get the door closed. Gandalf and Aragorn ran to the horse and rider. Gandalf grasped the reins and Aragorn helped Crysta down from his back. Pippin noticed blood on the floor from where Crysta had ridden. "Blood? Aragorn, I think she's hurt."
"Really? What makes you say that?" he asked.
"Well, there's blood on the floor from where she rode in." Aragorn pulled back her hood and gasped. For there was blood soaking her golden hair and running down her face. She groaned when Aragorn put his arm around her middle. He lifted her tunic and sleeveless shirt a little and saw dark purple marks down her side. Her ribs were either bruised or broken. Gandalf tended to the horse, he had had a hard, rough ride and was very tired. Aragorn rushed her to the Houses of Healing, the rest of the Fellowship at his heels.
In the Houses of Healing Crysta was resting peacefully on a bed. Her eyes closed, for once. Legolas was moved with pitty for this was his first site of Crysta being seriously hurt. Gandalf entered the room.
"Gandalf, is it possible to cast the spell on her now?" asked Aragorn.
"Yes, but it will be difficult if she is not concious. But, I will do my best." The others held their breath as Gandalf placed his hands over her head and chanted ancient words. He tried once more. Just when they thought it was not going to work the world around them became blurry, and at last dissapeared.
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The Fellowship found themselves on the outskirts of a city in a forest. As they looked around them they noticed wonderous golden walls surrounding the city. Suddenly, a tiny girl with golden hair, wings, and pionted ears rushed past them, they heard a cheerful voice calling. The Fellowship followed the little elf, for they knew that this was Crysta.
"Crysta! Come here sweet heart!" The young elf ran to a rough looking man that looked quite a lot like Aragorn, except with beutiful turquise eyes. He grabbed the child and placed her in his lap.
"Father, what's that?" Crysta asked as she pointed to the sky. Legolas followed her finger and saw that there were great black clouds lining the sky and traveling toward the city, fast.
"Those are the Black Shadows Crysta. They will be reaching here any day now."
"I'm frightened Father. I want to help fight them with you!" the small Crysta replied.
"Don't be afraid child," his warm voice replied, "Fear in evil's eyes is weakness. And they show no mercy, for that is also counted as weakness with them." Suddenly he laughed. "You cannot help my men and I fight for our city! You are but four years of age."
"Well then what can I do father?" Frodo smiled, this was definetly Crysta. She had not changed much in determination.
Her father grabbed her shoulders. "Never give in to their demands. That what you can do. And never scream or cry out from pain, for that is simply satisfying their hunger for blood. We must refuse to give them that satisfaction, even if it kills us. A great seige is coming Crysta, if anything happens to me, you remember all I have taught you. And if you must defend yourself, remember what I have taught you in the sword." Aragorn breathed in these words for they were wise.
"I wish mother was here, why did she have to be killed by orcs?"
"Your mother was a warrior from Mirkwood as I am from here in Denemar. And in that job she had developed many enemies. I also wish very much she was still alive. Not only for me, but for you. I am but merely a man, and know nothing of your elvish heritage, nor of your fairy heritage of your grandmother. Even though I believe it is important for you to learn of your main race, I cannot teach you."
Crysta's turqouise eyes were downcast, she did not remember her mother and it tore her heart. "Do you think anything bad will happen to us Father?"
"I don't know Crysta. I certainly hope not. I am captain of the gaurd, so if they come early, this might be the last time you ever see me." Crysta sliiped her small arms around the man's neck. He hugged her close. The scene was growing blurry once more.
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The Fellowship next saw that it was early morning. They were in a large stone house. Aragorn walked around inside and saw that one of the bedrooms were empty. He went further and saw Crysta in a small bed in the room next to it. He heard shouts and clashing metal outside. Crysta awoke and walked right past Sam (for she could not see him, for this was a memory and could not be affected by the present) to the room Aragorn had just looked into.
"Father? Where are you?" the little elf cried out. She ran towards the door past the Fellowship. She threw open the door and stopped in her tracks. Outside, right in her front yard, was evil men and orcs screaming war cries and fighting with the men of Denemar. A small orc popped up in front of Crysta. She screamed and ran inside, the orc followed her. She ran to her room and grabbed her small sword, fastening it to her belt. She ran out the back door and looked back. She kept running until she was stopped abruptly, she had bashed into something big and very solid.
"Well, what do we have here?" said a very mean looking orc. He grabbed Crysta by the neck and held her to the level of his face. The small elf gasped for air and scratched at the orc's arm to let her free. All the men and orcs laughed around her.
"An elf!" cried one of the orcs. "Let us have a bit of sport and mutilate it until she screams for mercy!" Gimli gasped in horror, surely even these orcs wouldn't harm such a small and sweet child. He turned to Legolas and saw the elf gazing with terror distressing his fair face.
"Let's hear a scream then." the lead orc said. He pulled out a large, broad knife and lowered it to Crysta's arm, just threatening the tender flesh. Crysta held her breath as the knife pierced her arm and tore through it. Sam watched in terror, as he stood there he was thinking of little Elanor, who was just as old as Crysta in this vision.
Crysta let go of his arm and pulled at her small sword. Finally, she had it out of it's sheath. She swung with all her might and dropped. The whole Fellowship gasped as she dropped to the ground. Crysta opened her eyes and saw the orc's head at her feet. She gasped and ran, the circle closed in. She drew her sword once more against a ruffian. Up then down, then she threw a punch at his face and ran under him. The group rushed at her. Another group joined them with a large cannon.
The Fellowship ran after the evil men and orcs. Pippin thought his legs would give out from under him. He just couldn't watch Crysta get hurt anymore.
Crysta's short legs were getting tired as well. The brilliant golden walls seemed to grow before her eyes. She stopped and whirled around. Out of the cannon came an explosion, something Middle- Earth had never seen. It blasted past Crysta and into the wall. Crysta screamed and the wall toppled on top of her. Merry cried out, Legolas took a step forward ready to rush to his young friend, but Gandalf laid a hand on his shoulder to stay him. The orcs retreated laughing evilly. Once again the world turned blurry. Crysta was alone underneath the walls she dearly loved.