Anra
By Sailor Book
Sorry for the name confusion! I have a friend who was not happy to have her name used in this story. So I had to change the name every time her name appeared. *groan* Enjoy!
Also, I had no idea that someone else had thought of the name Aniron. Sorry! I have no clue where the idea came from, it just did. So please don't be mad!
Chapter Four: The Council
Elise yawned. Today she was going to a secret meeting. A sense of excitement bubbled up in her. Rivendale. Elves. It seemed to good to be true. She was also certain that she would have no more horrible (or otherwise) dreams of Anra's past. Her dreams had had a ring of finality about them. She remembered now as much as she had in Anra's last moments.
"'Morning!" She said cheerfully to John at breakfast. He was the first one up, and grumpy. He muttered something under his breath, but Elise pretended to ignore his rude comments. "I take it," she said dryly, instead of the acid remark she could have made, "that last night you got no sleep?"
"I was too worried about the meeting today."
"I wonder why there are so few people."
"Look what I found under my bed this morning."
"Under the bed?" She replied sarcastically. He held up a ring. It had a gold band, with a sapphire set in it.
"See, it has a star in it!" He waved his new treasure under her nose.
"That's"--
"Elise, John," Gandalf came over. "The meeting is about to start! Come on!" The two teenagers groaned.
"That's why there are so few people, Elise." Grabbing the remains of their meal they set out after the quickly retreating gray back…
"Henry! Look at this!" Tina whispered to Henry as they hid from view of the Council. She held up a ring. He grinned and showed her his find. His ring had a ruby, hers an emerald. "Don't they look like Elise's ring?" He looked at her with alarm. "Er… I didn't say that."
"What did you say?" The twinkle was back in his eyes.
"Shhh… It's starting…"
"Elrond, how can you let a mere girl be privy to this meeting?" A stranger who looked the tiniest bit like Strider, except with lighter hair, and dressed in better clothing, asked. Elise looked at him with raised eyebrow.
"Ah. So you have a prejudice against women?" She retorted. Elrond sighed. He had hoped that he could continue to hide Elise's true identity, but it seemed hopeless now.
"I am surprised, Boromir, that you do not recognize her. Or have you forgotten so soon that just a few days ago the whole world was privileged to witness the Awakening of an immortal?" The man named Boromir stared at Chloe, mouth a gape.
"You are-you are"-
"I am Elise. My true name, though, is Anra." He sat back, stunned.
"Well. I-I have no more objections."
"Well, what are we waiting for?" A burly dwarf picked up his axe and swung it at the Ring on the stone table. As the dwarf fell backward, axe broken, John half looked away, the image of a burning eye imprinted in his mind. Next to him Elise's chair fell sideways as shock, pain, and surprise toppled her chair as the eye intruded into her mind as well.
"The Ring cannot be destroyed by any craft we here posses." Elrond told the dwarf, who was helped to his feet by his fellows.
"What about Elise?" asked Gandalf. "After all, she is Water, and maybe Anrahem can undo fire where Gimli's sword could not."
"Yes, let the girl try." The well clothed stranger sneered.
"Very well." Elise rose smoothly, glowing sword out of sheath as if she had wielded a blade all her life.
"I'm not sure this is wise." Elrond said doubtfully as Elise struck.
"Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul." A harsh, evil, insinuating voice whispered in her mind as for the third time in her fifteen years the eye of fire burned her.
This is how a witch must feel, she thought, burning on the stake. After what seemed a millennium, but really only two seconds Anrahem clattered from her mistress' hand on the stone floor as Elise dropped to the ground, unconscious.
Henry and Tina almost ran to help as the council members swarmed over the still figure. John shook Elise, worry making him less gentle than he should have been.
"Oooooo… I feel as if I have been flattened by a sledgehammer…. What is a sledgehammer anyway? Can I have some water please? You can stop shaking me John." The last statement was wry. Her thoughts took on a different twist than her words: Wow… He looks really worried… And he's sooo cute…Down girl! But if he is who I think he is, than it's ok to think that.
"I'm fine. Really." She protested, as she gingerly got up. She walked over to her chair and sat down. "So what are we going to do with that blasted thing?" John shook his head, grinning, as once again Elise used the word "blasted."
"You sure like that word a lot." Henry and Tina breathed easier as the Council continued talking.
"Never trust a dwarf!" It was a disaster. As everyone started arguing, the Ring started to whisper so only John could hear. By the drumming of Elise's fingers, he guessed that somehow she too knew that the Ring was doing SOMETHING to sow dissension. As he saw fire reflected on the Ring he stood up.
"I will take it! I will take the Ring to Mordor… Although I do not know the way."
As John picked up the Ring to put it once more around his neck, he started to laugh. What once had been a ring was now an ice cube! When the fire had wrapped around his precious someone had decided that fire was not the best of elements suited to a ring. But his laughter died as he noticed that the ring had already started to melt, forming a nice small puddle on the cold stone. As he picked it up, the Ring melted completely, all the water flowing back into Elise's upheld palm. Soon they would set out for Mordor…
To be continued in Chapter 5. Guess what? Originally, Elise's dreams were going to be made clear in this chapter, but since I figured that that would take several pages, I decided to change "Beginnings" to "The Council." Please R&R! Sorry this chapter took so long! See ya when Anra's past becomes revealed!
By Sailor Book
Sorry for the name confusion! I have a friend who was not happy to have her name used in this story. So I had to change the name every time her name appeared. *groan* Enjoy!
Also, I had no idea that someone else had thought of the name Aniron. Sorry! I have no clue where the idea came from, it just did. So please don't be mad!
Chapter Four: The Council
Elise yawned. Today she was going to a secret meeting. A sense of excitement bubbled up in her. Rivendale. Elves. It seemed to good to be true. She was also certain that she would have no more horrible (or otherwise) dreams of Anra's past. Her dreams had had a ring of finality about them. She remembered now as much as she had in Anra's last moments.
"'Morning!" She said cheerfully to John at breakfast. He was the first one up, and grumpy. He muttered something under his breath, but Elise pretended to ignore his rude comments. "I take it," she said dryly, instead of the acid remark she could have made, "that last night you got no sleep?"
"I was too worried about the meeting today."
"I wonder why there are so few people."
"Look what I found under my bed this morning."
"Under the bed?" She replied sarcastically. He held up a ring. It had a gold band, with a sapphire set in it.
"See, it has a star in it!" He waved his new treasure under her nose.
"That's"--
"Elise, John," Gandalf came over. "The meeting is about to start! Come on!" The two teenagers groaned.
"That's why there are so few people, Elise." Grabbing the remains of their meal they set out after the quickly retreating gray back…
"Henry! Look at this!" Tina whispered to Henry as they hid from view of the Council. She held up a ring. He grinned and showed her his find. His ring had a ruby, hers an emerald. "Don't they look like Elise's ring?" He looked at her with alarm. "Er… I didn't say that."
"What did you say?" The twinkle was back in his eyes.
"Shhh… It's starting…"
"Elrond, how can you let a mere girl be privy to this meeting?" A stranger who looked the tiniest bit like Strider, except with lighter hair, and dressed in better clothing, asked. Elise looked at him with raised eyebrow.
"Ah. So you have a prejudice against women?" She retorted. Elrond sighed. He had hoped that he could continue to hide Elise's true identity, but it seemed hopeless now.
"I am surprised, Boromir, that you do not recognize her. Or have you forgotten so soon that just a few days ago the whole world was privileged to witness the Awakening of an immortal?" The man named Boromir stared at Chloe, mouth a gape.
"You are-you are"-
"I am Elise. My true name, though, is Anra." He sat back, stunned.
"Well. I-I have no more objections."
"Well, what are we waiting for?" A burly dwarf picked up his axe and swung it at the Ring on the stone table. As the dwarf fell backward, axe broken, John half looked away, the image of a burning eye imprinted in his mind. Next to him Elise's chair fell sideways as shock, pain, and surprise toppled her chair as the eye intruded into her mind as well.
"The Ring cannot be destroyed by any craft we here posses." Elrond told the dwarf, who was helped to his feet by his fellows.
"What about Elise?" asked Gandalf. "After all, she is Water, and maybe Anrahem can undo fire where Gimli's sword could not."
"Yes, let the girl try." The well clothed stranger sneered.
"Very well." Elise rose smoothly, glowing sword out of sheath as if she had wielded a blade all her life.
"I'm not sure this is wise." Elrond said doubtfully as Elise struck.
"Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul." A harsh, evil, insinuating voice whispered in her mind as for the third time in her fifteen years the eye of fire burned her.
This is how a witch must feel, she thought, burning on the stake. After what seemed a millennium, but really only two seconds Anrahem clattered from her mistress' hand on the stone floor as Elise dropped to the ground, unconscious.
Henry and Tina almost ran to help as the council members swarmed over the still figure. John shook Elise, worry making him less gentle than he should have been.
"Oooooo… I feel as if I have been flattened by a sledgehammer…. What is a sledgehammer anyway? Can I have some water please? You can stop shaking me John." The last statement was wry. Her thoughts took on a different twist than her words: Wow… He looks really worried… And he's sooo cute…Down girl! But if he is who I think he is, than it's ok to think that.
"I'm fine. Really." She protested, as she gingerly got up. She walked over to her chair and sat down. "So what are we going to do with that blasted thing?" John shook his head, grinning, as once again Elise used the word "blasted."
"You sure like that word a lot." Henry and Tina breathed easier as the Council continued talking.
"Never trust a dwarf!" It was a disaster. As everyone started arguing, the Ring started to whisper so only John could hear. By the drumming of Elise's fingers, he guessed that somehow she too knew that the Ring was doing SOMETHING to sow dissension. As he saw fire reflected on the Ring he stood up.
"I will take it! I will take the Ring to Mordor… Although I do not know the way."
As John picked up the Ring to put it once more around his neck, he started to laugh. What once had been a ring was now an ice cube! When the fire had wrapped around his precious someone had decided that fire was not the best of elements suited to a ring. But his laughter died as he noticed that the ring had already started to melt, forming a nice small puddle on the cold stone. As he picked it up, the Ring melted completely, all the water flowing back into Elise's upheld palm. Soon they would set out for Mordor…
To be continued in Chapter 5. Guess what? Originally, Elise's dreams were going to be made clear in this chapter, but since I figured that that would take several pages, I decided to change "Beginnings" to "The Council." Please R&R! Sorry this chapter took so long! See ya when Anra's past becomes revealed!