Alasia's Notes: This is chapter 2 by me!! Yay! *feels happy* Anyways, I uploaded the first three, but we'll be uploading our own parts from now on, when it's written by Jennzah, it will say 'Jennzah's Notes' and vice versa,

of Silver Dreams and Golden Shadows
TWO:- The Origins of Athair

Reighn waited for two more days, recovering from the immense power drain that creating the gate had caused. As she did this, she watched over the woman that held the new power. She learned that her name was Jairah, lover of Legolas. She was better migically of the third day, but still physically worn when she sensed it. And evil shadow had somehow made it across the borders of Rivendell, and was heading straight for the blonde elf. Reighn's bright green eyes flew open in shock and she quickly tossed her long mane of deep red hair into a low ponytail before grabbing her weapons and letting out a shrill whistle. Shadow cantered up, bareback, but she did not spend the time to tack him. She jumped up onto his back and urged him foreward into a gallop, heading straight into the valley, hoping she'd get there in time.

Jairah felt more refreshed than she had in days. Somehow, the dreams had not come the night before, giving her the most rest she'd had in weeks. She was in fact waiting for the other members of the fellowship to arrive. She walked in the gardens with Arwen, a smile on her face that had dissapeared on the first night of the dreams. Her heart felt lightened and she prayed that the dreams had left her for good.
But what happened by the gazebo no one had expected. There, she and Arwen were attacked - Or rather, she was attacked, Arwen was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. They screamed as the shadow blasted them magically. Legolas, Aragorn and Elrnd came running to see what the commotion was. And what they saw, shocked them. A large, black shadow stood over the two elves, its eyes glowing red. Legolas shot an arrow at it, but it passed through the shadow harmlessly. The men looked at each other helplessly as the shadow walked closer to Jairah, strangely ignoring the other elvin woman. What they needed was Gandalf and his magic, but that was not what they got.
A blast of pure green magical energy shot passed the three men and struck the shadow, the force of the impact throwing the creature into a tree. A tall gray stallion charged passed on his rider vaulted off his back and stood in front of Jairah, a wicked silver sword in her gloved hand. She wore a dark green tunic of unknown origins, and her deep red hair created a splash of color. She raised her free hand, gathering energy from the earth around her and preparing to throw it at the shadow.
"Who are you," she questioned the being in a deadly voice.
The shadow hissed, "Celt.."
"Aye," she replied, "I am a Celt, now answer the question!"
The shadow hissed again and roiled in anger, "I am Krassssh'nak, ssssevant of the Dark Lord Ssssauron."
Her eyes narrowed, "Well Demon of Fire, what are you here to retrive?"
The shadow hissed angrily, "I am here for the one that callssss hersssself Jairah. My masster wishesss the use of her powerss."
"Shadow you try my paitence," she said, "Go back to your master and tell him he will not have the New!"
"Never," she shadow screamed shrilly, "If I do not sssuceed my masster will continue to plaque her mind with dreamsss."
"But you will still be dead," the woman said and throw the maigc blast at the creature.
The creature screamed and retaliated by throwing magical fire at her. she dodged and charged him, the blade in her right hand began to glow with a white light, celtic runes on its side glowing with fire. She brought the blade up and swung, the creature's head came off. Elrond's eyes widened as he recognized the ancient celtic blade, "Athair..."

Reighn stood silent for a moment before resheathing the blade on her back and turned. She walked over to Jairah and knelt, speaking in her thick celtic accent, "Are you alright New One?"
The blonde elf stared at her and spoke, "W-what did you call me?"
A look crossed her face, "You don't know.."
"Know what," Jairah asked.
"That your powers have awakened. That is what has called me here," she replied, "I am Reighn O'Haire, come to train you to control your powers."
"P-powers," the elf stuttered, and then groaned, "I knew I should have listened to my mother about all of that earth magic stuff."
"You did not belive it," Reighn asked in shock, "But you must have it in your veins to weild the power!"
"I don't understand," Jairah whispered.
Reighn sighed, "I will show you." She placed a hand on the elf's shoulder and closed her eyes, recovering images and memories long forgotten.

"Ma!"
"I'm here child," Seldria spoke, exiting the forest. A small girt about eight ran to her, "I thought you'd left me mama!"
"Of course not love," the woman said, smiling, "Never."
The little girl smiled, "Where are Daddy and Misha?"
The woman's eyes saddened, "Daddy and Misha aren't coming home..."
Tears filled the girl's eyes and she stared at her mother, "Why Mama?"
"The Shadows got them baby," she answered.
The green eyes opened wide in shock, "Why?"
"Their master wants the Celts to dissapear, because only we have the power to stop her."
"We do?"
"Aye," the woman sat down, "Long ago our ancestors developed a strong sense of the good and just, they kept mainly to themselves, and allowed their existence to be forgotten by mortals and immortals. Then the Lady Challan came, seeking their power, for our ancestors had developed a power to use the earth's life force to fight for good. They refused though, seeing the evil in her. The sorceress mad herself immortal, and so, the King Dahlin created Athair, the sword of light. This sword was created to kill the shadows mortally, instead of magically, and it held magic, magic so strong that it would be able to kill the evil witch.
But it did not go as planned, Dahlin wounded the sorceress, making her dissapear for centuries, until now. The Sorceress Challan has returned to seek revenge on our people, and she succeeds. We fight her, but we do not have the power. You have been trained your whole life in the ways of the earth and its magic, and when your power awakens, you will be giving the sword Athair, which has been handed down in our family for generations... From the very hands of Dahlin."

And so the child learned more, until she came to the age of twelve, and the shadows attacked. Her mother fought, killing many, but was taken in the end, and as she crouched in the corner, frightened, the sword awoke! Her power awakened and the wild magic destroyed everything but herself and the sword. She spent many years training to control the magic, and when she succeeded, she began to hunt the shadows...

"Who are you," Jairah asked when they visions left her mind.
Reighn turned sad eyes to the elf, "I am that child Lady Jairah. I am Princess Reighn O'Haire, Heir of Dahlin and weilder of the sword Athair...."