Hello again, all! I have something for my wonderful reviewers! *points to a
pile of cookies the size of Texas* Dig in! Oh, and Aerown, I read your
story, The ElfGirl, and it is SO cute! People, I'm going to add on a few
extra scenes, and add on to the plot a little, especially in this chapter,
but I would never change the plot as a whole. JRR Tolkien's work is too
great to be messed around with too much, but don't kill me if I change a
few thing here and there. Newayz, onto the fic!
~*~ We're Coming, Too! ~*~
The Fellowship was to leave the next day, at dawn, and everyone was busy packing, and Boromir kept bugging Faera. "BOOOORRROOOOMMIIIIIRRRRR.I am WARNING YOOOOOUUUU." hissed Faera, trying her hardest not to lose her temper. " You really don't get it, do you, Boromir? Just leave it." Said Legolas. Boromir scowled and sat down dejectedly.
Faera looked puzzled, and walked over to the open window. She closed her eyes and listened to the night. 'What did I just hear? It sounded like.' She shook her head and turned away. "What is it, Faera?" asked Elenya, cocking her head confusedly. Faera looked around the room with her one good eye. "Oh, it's nothing, I just thought I heard something." Nevtassere nodded. "Me, too."
Faera walked silently onto the deserted balcony. She sighed, and breathed in the cool night air. She spread her wings, as they were getting cramped being folded all the time. She was sort of half asleep when her ears twitched. Her eyes snapped open- Black Riders! She raced out of the balcony, and down the long corridors to where the rest of the Fellowship were talking. "We're under attack!" Siruvin looked up. "What?" "Black Riders! All of them! We have to get out of here, or they'll destroy Rivendell!"
In a flash, the Fellowship was up and out the door. Except for Merry and Pippin, who were chowing down on food. "Where'd everybody go?" asked Pippin, his face full of food. "Oh, COME ON!" yelled Faera, swooping down, scooping them up, and flying off towards the group. "Weeeee! We're flying, Pip!" exclaimed Merry. Faera scoffed, but silently agreed that it felt good to have the wind on her wings again, but there were more important things right now.
Down below, things weren't much better. The Black Riders were battling the rest of the Fellowship. "Take that! And that! Sam, hide with Frodo! Now!" yelled Nevtassere while she crossed blades with one of the nine. Sam nodded. He and Frodo took refuge in a nearby tree, Sam remembering that most creatures don't think to look higher than their own eye level (I know Black Riders can't see, but bear with me).
Legolas was trying to hit one with his arrows, but when they hit the Black Rider it was like nothing had happened. Then, the elf had an idea. "Gimli! Give me that torch!" Legolas yelled, pointing to the flaming stick the dwarf carried. Legolas set one of his arrows into the flame and shot it off. It hit the target and the Black Rider screamed, and flailed about, in vain. Legolas grinned and did the same thing to two more.
Faera dropped off Merry and Pippin in the tree in which Sam and Frodo were located, and landed. She pulled out her sword and clashed blades with one of the remaining six Black Riders. Legolas took out two more, and Aragorn, throwing a flaming stick at another one, defeated his second. Finally, Aragorn and Faera were the only ones fighting, as there were only two Black Riders left - the other Riders had fled.
Legolas, Gimli, Helios, Elenya, and Gandalf, were fighting off a few orcs that had accompanied the Black Riders, while Nevtassere, Siruvin and Boromir were helping the hobbits out of the tree. Suddenly, a scream pierced the night.
Faera was on her knees, gasping for breath. Her left wing had been stabbed, torn, and sliced. Scarlet blood flowed onto the ground like a river. Her wings were the part of her body with most of her blood; it was almost like she had been stabbed straight through the heart. The Black Rider went to stab her again, but Aragorn threw a flaming branch at it's face, and did the same with the other one. The two Black Riders fled.
"Faera!" yelled Legolas and Elenya, running to her side. Torn white feathers fluttered to the ground, stained with red. As darkness swirled around her, the last thing Faera saw was a blurred face, and she was unconscious.
~*~
Cliffie! What will happen to Faera? What's up with Boromir being weird? What IS Faera? Why am I asking you these questions? Sorry for taking so long to update, I'll endeavor to do better! Flames will be used to toast marshmallows and to make hot cocoa! If ya review, I will luv ya 4 ever! ^_~ Nevtassere
~*~ We're Coming, Too! ~*~
The Fellowship was to leave the next day, at dawn, and everyone was busy packing, and Boromir kept bugging Faera. "BOOOORRROOOOMMIIIIIRRRRR.I am WARNING YOOOOOUUUU." hissed Faera, trying her hardest not to lose her temper. " You really don't get it, do you, Boromir? Just leave it." Said Legolas. Boromir scowled and sat down dejectedly.
Faera looked puzzled, and walked over to the open window. She closed her eyes and listened to the night. 'What did I just hear? It sounded like.' She shook her head and turned away. "What is it, Faera?" asked Elenya, cocking her head confusedly. Faera looked around the room with her one good eye. "Oh, it's nothing, I just thought I heard something." Nevtassere nodded. "Me, too."
Faera walked silently onto the deserted balcony. She sighed, and breathed in the cool night air. She spread her wings, as they were getting cramped being folded all the time. She was sort of half asleep when her ears twitched. Her eyes snapped open- Black Riders! She raced out of the balcony, and down the long corridors to where the rest of the Fellowship were talking. "We're under attack!" Siruvin looked up. "What?" "Black Riders! All of them! We have to get out of here, or they'll destroy Rivendell!"
In a flash, the Fellowship was up and out the door. Except for Merry and Pippin, who were chowing down on food. "Where'd everybody go?" asked Pippin, his face full of food. "Oh, COME ON!" yelled Faera, swooping down, scooping them up, and flying off towards the group. "Weeeee! We're flying, Pip!" exclaimed Merry. Faera scoffed, but silently agreed that it felt good to have the wind on her wings again, but there were more important things right now.
Down below, things weren't much better. The Black Riders were battling the rest of the Fellowship. "Take that! And that! Sam, hide with Frodo! Now!" yelled Nevtassere while she crossed blades with one of the nine. Sam nodded. He and Frodo took refuge in a nearby tree, Sam remembering that most creatures don't think to look higher than their own eye level (I know Black Riders can't see, but bear with me).
Legolas was trying to hit one with his arrows, but when they hit the Black Rider it was like nothing had happened. Then, the elf had an idea. "Gimli! Give me that torch!" Legolas yelled, pointing to the flaming stick the dwarf carried. Legolas set one of his arrows into the flame and shot it off. It hit the target and the Black Rider screamed, and flailed about, in vain. Legolas grinned and did the same thing to two more.
Faera dropped off Merry and Pippin in the tree in which Sam and Frodo were located, and landed. She pulled out her sword and clashed blades with one of the remaining six Black Riders. Legolas took out two more, and Aragorn, throwing a flaming stick at another one, defeated his second. Finally, Aragorn and Faera were the only ones fighting, as there were only two Black Riders left - the other Riders had fled.
Legolas, Gimli, Helios, Elenya, and Gandalf, were fighting off a few orcs that had accompanied the Black Riders, while Nevtassere, Siruvin and Boromir were helping the hobbits out of the tree. Suddenly, a scream pierced the night.
Faera was on her knees, gasping for breath. Her left wing had been stabbed, torn, and sliced. Scarlet blood flowed onto the ground like a river. Her wings were the part of her body with most of her blood; it was almost like she had been stabbed straight through the heart. The Black Rider went to stab her again, but Aragorn threw a flaming branch at it's face, and did the same with the other one. The two Black Riders fled.
"Faera!" yelled Legolas and Elenya, running to her side. Torn white feathers fluttered to the ground, stained with red. As darkness swirled around her, the last thing Faera saw was a blurred face, and she was unconscious.
~*~
Cliffie! What will happen to Faera? What's up with Boromir being weird? What IS Faera? Why am I asking you these questions? Sorry for taking so long to update, I'll endeavor to do better! Flames will be used to toast marshmallows and to make hot cocoa! If ya review, I will luv ya 4 ever! ^_~ Nevtassere