Hey, it's Nyanko-chan! ::audience shrinks away:: -_-;;;
Well, I hope yall like my replacement. I personally think
she's doing a splendid job, don't you? ::sigh:: I wish that I
could write as well as her, but oh well. I'll be popping in
every now and then. this chapter probably sucks, since I
have NO idea what Crystal has planned for our main
characters. By the way, I'd like yall to vote. Should we
change it to Haldir, instead of Elrond, and say that Haldir
became the Lord of Rivendell, or leave things the way they
are?
::winces as she was looking at the reviews again:: Mary Sue?
Nay. If I have my way, Crystal'll end up commiting hara kiri,
or something of the sort. No, dear readers, this girl's heart is
black. I'd say anything but a perfect personality. As far as
looks, she's right up there with every other freaking Elf. Have
you ever heard of an ugly Elf? Me no thinks so.
NOTICE: If there is to be more then 20 chapters, they will be
placed under 'Scrolls of Fire: ____' or whatnot. NOT under the
same fic! Why? 'Cause Nyanko-chan says so! =P
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Legolas layed on his bed, staring at the ceiling again.
He'd rather be outside, but the trees seemed non too happy
about him being there, so he left.
Earlier that evening, right before he retired, they all
heard a chilling laugh come from the Meeting House. Though
it sounded innocent enough, one listening closely could hear
the grim bitterness behind it. There was something brewing in
the city, that they obviously do not want others to find out
about. As he was passing, he did not recognize the language
they spoke in. Usually, they would use to Royal Language. He
gave a deep sigh.
The mural of the trees above him gave him the impression
he was once again in the forest. It was odd, the way the branches
seemed to draw ever nearer, closing in on him...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Cold, clammy hands slithered around his neck. He tried
call out, but a hand that felt of death covered his mouth.
As it dragged him outside, it forced him to stand up. A
black hand pointed, gesturing for him to look.
What he saw amazed, awed, and surprised him.
What lay before him was a beautiful lake, iced over. A
light snow drifted down. But this is not what scared him. It was
what was happening. There were bodies everywhere, and still a
huge army still fighting. Both sides had beautiful angel wings, but
one side had a pure white wings, whilest the other side had black
wings that seemed to draw the light into them, swallowing it.
Then, what he saw next drained the blood from his already
pale face. This pale though, was a sickly pale. Not the fair cream
of Elves.
At the head of the White-Winged...Elves? Angels? was
none other than Crystal. It was very difficult to see her, through
the porcelain mask she wore. That itself, caused doubt to flicker
across him. How could she wear something so...dark? Though
it was white, it had a hidious smile on, and two red ribbons on
either side split and curled slightly near the eye holes. Instead of
the standard two wings that others had, she had three. Two on the
side, like the others, but another right inbetween them. They kept
changing color. They rotated from Raven black, pure white, and
blood red.
As he watched the scene, the hooded figure walked up
to him. When he saw it, it seemed like Death had come to warn
him.
"Why...?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Legolas shot out of bed. A coldness sqeezed his heart. He
had been sent a vision. But why? And what did it mean?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Crystal stared out at the night sky. She feared this will
be one of the last days that she shall be able to just stare at the
city. She stood on a walkway, close to a waterfall. The water
shimmered down, like a glass wall. It could be such a romantic
spot, if others wanted it to be. She opened her angel wings
gently, as not to disturb the silence. She wrapped both of them
around her, letting them carress her softy. It felt so peaceful,
just standing there. She opened her heart, letting the song the
water sang. Yes, Crystal was tied to the water and ice. She loved
nature itself, but she's rather be by a gently flowing river any day,
then walking in a grove of trees. It seemed, that her race of Elves
were tied to nature more strongly than Elves, but not all were tied
to trees, or grass. It seemed that they enjoyed water, or fire more.
Maybe a single element, like stones, wind, or flowers, but never
so much as to a whole like the Elves, who required them all to
categorize it as being Nature.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
As she basked in to peace, she did not notice the figure
behind her...
Do you wonder what it's like,
living in a permanent imagintaion?
- Orgy, Fiction
Ooooookay... You like?
Well, I hope yall like my replacement. I personally think
she's doing a splendid job, don't you? ::sigh:: I wish that I
could write as well as her, but oh well. I'll be popping in
every now and then. this chapter probably sucks, since I
have NO idea what Crystal has planned for our main
characters. By the way, I'd like yall to vote. Should we
change it to Haldir, instead of Elrond, and say that Haldir
became the Lord of Rivendell, or leave things the way they
are?
::winces as she was looking at the reviews again:: Mary Sue?
Nay. If I have my way, Crystal'll end up commiting hara kiri,
or something of the sort. No, dear readers, this girl's heart is
black. I'd say anything but a perfect personality. As far as
looks, she's right up there with every other freaking Elf. Have
you ever heard of an ugly Elf? Me no thinks so.
NOTICE: If there is to be more then 20 chapters, they will be
placed under 'Scrolls of Fire: ____' or whatnot. NOT under the
same fic! Why? 'Cause Nyanko-chan says so! =P
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Legolas layed on his bed, staring at the ceiling again.
He'd rather be outside, but the trees seemed non too happy
about him being there, so he left.
Earlier that evening, right before he retired, they all
heard a chilling laugh come from the Meeting House. Though
it sounded innocent enough, one listening closely could hear
the grim bitterness behind it. There was something brewing in
the city, that they obviously do not want others to find out
about. As he was passing, he did not recognize the language
they spoke in. Usually, they would use to Royal Language. He
gave a deep sigh.
The mural of the trees above him gave him the impression
he was once again in the forest. It was odd, the way the branches
seemed to draw ever nearer, closing in on him...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Cold, clammy hands slithered around his neck. He tried
call out, but a hand that felt of death covered his mouth.
As it dragged him outside, it forced him to stand up. A
black hand pointed, gesturing for him to look.
What he saw amazed, awed, and surprised him.
What lay before him was a beautiful lake, iced over. A
light snow drifted down. But this is not what scared him. It was
what was happening. There were bodies everywhere, and still a
huge army still fighting. Both sides had beautiful angel wings, but
one side had a pure white wings, whilest the other side had black
wings that seemed to draw the light into them, swallowing it.
Then, what he saw next drained the blood from his already
pale face. This pale though, was a sickly pale. Not the fair cream
of Elves.
At the head of the White-Winged...Elves? Angels? was
none other than Crystal. It was very difficult to see her, through
the porcelain mask she wore. That itself, caused doubt to flicker
across him. How could she wear something so...dark? Though
it was white, it had a hidious smile on, and two red ribbons on
either side split and curled slightly near the eye holes. Instead of
the standard two wings that others had, she had three. Two on the
side, like the others, but another right inbetween them. They kept
changing color. They rotated from Raven black, pure white, and
blood red.
As he watched the scene, the hooded figure walked up
to him. When he saw it, it seemed like Death had come to warn
him.
"Why...?"
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Legolas shot out of bed. A coldness sqeezed his heart. He
had been sent a vision. But why? And what did it mean?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Crystal stared out at the night sky. She feared this will
be one of the last days that she shall be able to just stare at the
city. She stood on a walkway, close to a waterfall. The water
shimmered down, like a glass wall. It could be such a romantic
spot, if others wanted it to be. She opened her angel wings
gently, as not to disturb the silence. She wrapped both of them
around her, letting them carress her softy. It felt so peaceful,
just standing there. She opened her heart, letting the song the
water sang. Yes, Crystal was tied to the water and ice. She loved
nature itself, but she's rather be by a gently flowing river any day,
then walking in a grove of trees. It seemed, that her race of Elves
were tied to nature more strongly than Elves, but not all were tied
to trees, or grass. It seemed that they enjoyed water, or fire more.
Maybe a single element, like stones, wind, or flowers, but never
so much as to a whole like the Elves, who required them all to
categorize it as being Nature.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
As she basked in to peace, she did not notice the figure
behind her...
Do you wonder what it's like,
living in a permanent imagintaion?
- Orgy, Fiction
Ooooookay... You like?