Anra
By Sailor Book
Disclaimer: I own almost nothing!!!!!
Since some people have been complaining to me about the names, *chough* Sailor Amy *chough* so I will repeat what we know so far: Elise is Anra (similar to Onya) and Tina is Terem (Tear (as in terra)-em). Pyroto (pie-row-toe) and Aniron (Ah-knee-ron) have not yet Awakened. Fine! Satisfied? *mutter* People these days. Sorry for taking so long, but I've been reading The Silmarillion (Gandalf isn't human! *shock*), and I am quite disappointed at the contradictions of my story… but if I change it to fit that wonderful book, Sailor Amy will have my head! So for all you Silmarillion readers, the Great Enemy, or whatever I have called him, is in fact Morgoth… I think… Maybe not…
VOTE: Should the Mirror really be Ulmo (Valar, or god, of the sea… sort of…)? Review and tell me.
Chapter Eight: Of Pyroto and the Parting of the Spirits
Elise, if she so wished, could have read John's heart and mind to be sure that he really was Aniron… but she was too afraid that she might see something completely different. She might find that he wasn't Aniron, that he might even like Tina! And besides, it was dishonorable. She had read Galadriel's mind because she too possessed that power, so it wasn't really dishonorable. But she would not read the thoughts of one who could not read hers back. Instead she decided to ponder the last few words of the Mirror…
(Flashback)
"Anra, if your quest succeeds, come back to me before you go back home. There is much more I have to teach you."
(End of Flashback)
As John and Elise rounded the corner, a blur almost bowled Elise over. The blur turned out to be an over enthusiastic Tina (a/n: Why is she always so dramatic? She cries all the time or is really hyper happy… Even I don't know!). John stuck out an arm to support an overbalanced Elise and Tina.
"Anra! We were all so worried about you!" Then a cloud passed over the young woman's face. "Elise… Gandalf…"
"I know." Elise's face was very grave. "I heard the lament. And… the Mirror told me." ("Gandalf is dead to the Fellowship…") What had it meant? Was he really dead? Was he alive? Who would guide them to Mordor? Boromir would press his case to go to Gondor, but she knew that the Ring MUST be destroyed. She herself would go alone with John to Mount Doom if the others decided to go to Boromir's Minas Tirith (Capital of Gondor)…
Henry received from Galadriel a silver belt (like Pippin's ^_^). Then, before turning to John with his parting gift, she looked for a long moment at the two warriors, Anra and Terem.
"To each of you I give these wreaths." She held up two wreaths of white flowers intermingled with golden leaves. The two thought nostalgically of the wreaths they had worn in human form when they were spirits, and after when they were mortal. The flowers had been just so, but with green leaves. Long ago, when they had bound themselves to the elements, the flowers had turned purple for Anra and green for Terem. "When you come into your full powers, a Master if you will, these flowers will change into your respective colors. However, the leaves will always remain golden, and neither they nor the flowers will ever wilt." She placed the wreaths in their hands, and the two placed them over their heads reverently. Galadriel was handed two more wreaths by her assistants. "Anra, take this wreath for Aniron, and Terem, take this wreath for Pyroto." They ducked their hands silently, like two queens to another, and stowed the other wreaths in their packs. "And you, Ring-bearer, I come to you last who are not last in my thoughts. For you I have prepared this. In this phial is the light of Eärendil, our most beloved of stars. May it be a light to you when all other lights go out…"
"Hey! Anyone want to go swimming?" Elise asked the others as the boats pulled up onto the shore of Amon Hen. The others just grinned and shook their heads.
"No one except you calls resting at the bottom of the river for a few hours swimming." Tina remarked. Not that Elise had done that… yet. She couldn't wait to plunge into the river depths, to feel the wonderful coolness, explore the dark depths of the bottom.
"Ok… But you're missing out on a lot of fun!" Tina could barely suppress giggles (a/n: Ahhhh!!!! She's doing it again! Ok, Tina's starting to annoy me!) as Elise dived in perfectly. John set off to deicide where they would go next: to Gondor, or to Mount Doom. The next few hours passed along peacefully enough, until Aragorn noticed Boromir gone. He set off in search of him, many of the others tagging along. Tina lingered behind, only to see a moment later a spluttering, frantic Elise…
I become in tune with the river. I am the river. Nothing can touch me without my knowing. I see a girl, gently floating over the sandy bottom, eyes closed. She looks like she is asleep, or in a watery grave. I move closer to look at her face, which seems oddly familiar. She does not exhale, nor can I sense my watery self within her… Curious… Why am I not in her? Is she holding her breathe? Oh well… I gently kiss each shore, wrapping it as if I am a warm blanket. I am a mother caressing a sweet child who is fast asleep. The fish swim through my waters, frolicking with the joy of being alive. I smile… DESECRATION!!! UNNATURAL!!! BLASPHEMY!!! How DARE those… those… THINGS touch ME!!!!!! They have an aura of evil all about them. What are they? "Orcs." I hear a small voice within myself. What is this voice? "They are orcs." I look at the girl. It is not her. And yet… Could she be the one of the Prophecy? The one my forefather told us rivers of the one that would come in our hour of most need? "I must go back. I must warn the others." Yesssssss, it is the girl. No, little one, you are safer here with me… I gently kiss each shore… "I MUST get back!" Are you frightened, little one? Stay here with me… Wrapping it as if I am a warm blanket… "LET ME GO!!!!" Now the girl is awake… She is kicking me… She is disturbing my waters… STOP LITTLE GIRL!!!! I command you! "LET ME GO!!!!" No! You are the one we have been waiting our whole lives for!! I send the roots of the plants to wrap around her ankles. You will not escape me, little girl… What is this purple light? I feel to the very core of my being… Too bright… I am helpless to its will… I must… obey… I see them… glowing eyes… Staring at me! Make them go away! I scream… They're all around me! I cannot escape their vengeance… "You WILL let me go." Against my will the plants move from her ankles… I shrink back, unable to control myself, another mind controlling me… The eyes are gone…
"Orcs! Coming!" Tina noticed that for some strange reason there was a pocket of air surrounding Elise where water should have been. Then the realization hit her.
"WHAT?!?!" Elise was on shore now, perfectly dry, but brushing off her ankles.
"They are almost here. Where are the others?" A lone horn called, drawing attention away from the conversation. "Blast it, my warning is too late!" Tina ran, fearing for Henry's safety, Elise hesitated, unsure whether or not to follow. "Stay here, and catch John if he tries to go off alone or run and help fight?" She muttered to herself. The internal argument seemed to go on and on, but a minute later a cunning, devilish grin lighted her face. She chuckled at her own plan and after a second, hurried after Tina…
Terem reached the top of a hill, now able to see Henry as an arrow pierced his defender. Both he and Boromir were fighting desperately, surrounded by orcs. As the arrow found its target, Boromir fell with pain, allowing one intent orc to get closer. Saruman had given these orcs orders to especially try to kill all four teenagers, most importantly the two girls. His sword (I know it's not exactly a sword, but it wouldn't be right to call it sword-thingy, now would it?) drove deep into Henry's chest, the pain on Henry's face was the only sign Terem could see of Henry's sudden torment. She did not hear the gasp, but saw all too readily the sinking knees… No! Why did this have to happen? Just when she was ready to give her heart to him? Just when she was going to confess to him that she was almost sure he was Pyroto and of her love… She saw red… literally.
"En a Pyroto! En juy garf! En kngud gux Dif! Gux bsa opfi guopin!"( I am Pyroto! I have come! I guard the way! The Light will devour!) Terem fell to her knees with relief. He WAS Pyroto! Her true love… The earth stopped trembling from shock, fear, and anger, as the Uruk-Hai (a/n: yes, I know what they are, but the others don't) were incinerated. Anra and Aragorn arrived too late, to find Terem and Pyroto kneeling beside the dying Boromir, the arrow having wounded him mortally. As the two saw Aragorn, they backed off, for he looked, despite the blood on him, regal. Anra, sensing John's return to the shore, turned around and ran back…
As John pushed the boat off of the shore, he looked guiltily behind him, certain that any moment someone, most likely Elise would show up to scold him for heading off to Mordor alone. To his relief, there was no one in sight, and he paddled off, intent on the other shore. When he got to the middle of the river it took him a few minutes to realize that he wasn't moving. His strokes became deeper, with more power behind him, but to no avail. So he waited, glowering toward the bank he had just left, knowing exactly who had pulled this joke on him. He didn't have to wait long.
"Hello there!" A cheerful voice floated over to him, as he saw a figure wave madly. "Planning to go without me?" She walked toward him, and it took him a moment of thought to understand that she was walking ON the river, not through it. When she got to the boat she towered over him. He stood up, intent on showing that she couldn't intimidate HIM with height, only to dangerously rock the boat. The last think he saw as he splashed into the river was Elise's laughing face. He spluttered, and saw that thankfully, once the boat had dumped its passenger it had righted itself, allowing none of the cargo, most importantly the food, to get wet. As he climbed clumsily back into the boat he found Elise already there. He glared at her, seeing her prim, dry body in front of him. He started shivering with cold, only to find that he was no longer wet. Elise graced him with a smug smile and the boat moved forward, to gently bump the opposite shore. He shook his head and grinned. She sure knew how to surprise a guy!
"Well, come on, Elise!" He exclaimed, climbing out of the boat. "We don't have all day!" She laughed, and did as he had told her, and soon they were on their way to Mordor.
To be continued… NOTE! FROM NOW ON, THIS STORY WITH DEAL WITH JOHN AND ELISE! HENRY AND TINA WILL NOT COME BACK UNTIL THE END OF THE STORY! ALSO, IN ORDER TO CONTINUE BEFORE THE NEXT MOVIE COMES OUT I NEED 5 REVIEWS FROM PEOPLE I DON'T KNOW!
By Sailor Book
Disclaimer: I own almost nothing!!!!!
Since some people have been complaining to me about the names, *chough* Sailor Amy *chough* so I will repeat what we know so far: Elise is Anra (similar to Onya) and Tina is Terem (Tear (as in terra)-em). Pyroto (pie-row-toe) and Aniron (Ah-knee-ron) have not yet Awakened. Fine! Satisfied? *mutter* People these days. Sorry for taking so long, but I've been reading The Silmarillion (Gandalf isn't human! *shock*), and I am quite disappointed at the contradictions of my story… but if I change it to fit that wonderful book, Sailor Amy will have my head! So for all you Silmarillion readers, the Great Enemy, or whatever I have called him, is in fact Morgoth… I think… Maybe not…
VOTE: Should the Mirror really be Ulmo (Valar, or god, of the sea… sort of…)? Review and tell me.
Chapter Eight: Of Pyroto and the Parting of the Spirits
Elise, if she so wished, could have read John's heart and mind to be sure that he really was Aniron… but she was too afraid that she might see something completely different. She might find that he wasn't Aniron, that he might even like Tina! And besides, it was dishonorable. She had read Galadriel's mind because she too possessed that power, so it wasn't really dishonorable. But she would not read the thoughts of one who could not read hers back. Instead she decided to ponder the last few words of the Mirror…
(Flashback)
"Anra, if your quest succeeds, come back to me before you go back home. There is much more I have to teach you."
(End of Flashback)
As John and Elise rounded the corner, a blur almost bowled Elise over. The blur turned out to be an over enthusiastic Tina (a/n: Why is she always so dramatic? She cries all the time or is really hyper happy… Even I don't know!). John stuck out an arm to support an overbalanced Elise and Tina.
"Anra! We were all so worried about you!" Then a cloud passed over the young woman's face. "Elise… Gandalf…"
"I know." Elise's face was very grave. "I heard the lament. And… the Mirror told me." ("Gandalf is dead to the Fellowship…") What had it meant? Was he really dead? Was he alive? Who would guide them to Mordor? Boromir would press his case to go to Gondor, but she knew that the Ring MUST be destroyed. She herself would go alone with John to Mount Doom if the others decided to go to Boromir's Minas Tirith (Capital of Gondor)…
Henry received from Galadriel a silver belt (like Pippin's ^_^). Then, before turning to John with his parting gift, she looked for a long moment at the two warriors, Anra and Terem.
"To each of you I give these wreaths." She held up two wreaths of white flowers intermingled with golden leaves. The two thought nostalgically of the wreaths they had worn in human form when they were spirits, and after when they were mortal. The flowers had been just so, but with green leaves. Long ago, when they had bound themselves to the elements, the flowers had turned purple for Anra and green for Terem. "When you come into your full powers, a Master if you will, these flowers will change into your respective colors. However, the leaves will always remain golden, and neither they nor the flowers will ever wilt." She placed the wreaths in their hands, and the two placed them over their heads reverently. Galadriel was handed two more wreaths by her assistants. "Anra, take this wreath for Aniron, and Terem, take this wreath for Pyroto." They ducked their hands silently, like two queens to another, and stowed the other wreaths in their packs. "And you, Ring-bearer, I come to you last who are not last in my thoughts. For you I have prepared this. In this phial is the light of Eärendil, our most beloved of stars. May it be a light to you when all other lights go out…"
"Hey! Anyone want to go swimming?" Elise asked the others as the boats pulled up onto the shore of Amon Hen. The others just grinned and shook their heads.
"No one except you calls resting at the bottom of the river for a few hours swimming." Tina remarked. Not that Elise had done that… yet. She couldn't wait to plunge into the river depths, to feel the wonderful coolness, explore the dark depths of the bottom.
"Ok… But you're missing out on a lot of fun!" Tina could barely suppress giggles (a/n: Ahhhh!!!! She's doing it again! Ok, Tina's starting to annoy me!) as Elise dived in perfectly. John set off to deicide where they would go next: to Gondor, or to Mount Doom. The next few hours passed along peacefully enough, until Aragorn noticed Boromir gone. He set off in search of him, many of the others tagging along. Tina lingered behind, only to see a moment later a spluttering, frantic Elise…
I become in tune with the river. I am the river. Nothing can touch me without my knowing. I see a girl, gently floating over the sandy bottom, eyes closed. She looks like she is asleep, or in a watery grave. I move closer to look at her face, which seems oddly familiar. She does not exhale, nor can I sense my watery self within her… Curious… Why am I not in her? Is she holding her breathe? Oh well… I gently kiss each shore, wrapping it as if I am a warm blanket. I am a mother caressing a sweet child who is fast asleep. The fish swim through my waters, frolicking with the joy of being alive. I smile… DESECRATION!!! UNNATURAL!!! BLASPHEMY!!! How DARE those… those… THINGS touch ME!!!!!! They have an aura of evil all about them. What are they? "Orcs." I hear a small voice within myself. What is this voice? "They are orcs." I look at the girl. It is not her. And yet… Could she be the one of the Prophecy? The one my forefather told us rivers of the one that would come in our hour of most need? "I must go back. I must warn the others." Yesssssss, it is the girl. No, little one, you are safer here with me… I gently kiss each shore… "I MUST get back!" Are you frightened, little one? Stay here with me… Wrapping it as if I am a warm blanket… "LET ME GO!!!!" Now the girl is awake… She is kicking me… She is disturbing my waters… STOP LITTLE GIRL!!!! I command you! "LET ME GO!!!!" No! You are the one we have been waiting our whole lives for!! I send the roots of the plants to wrap around her ankles. You will not escape me, little girl… What is this purple light? I feel to the very core of my being… Too bright… I am helpless to its will… I must… obey… I see them… glowing eyes… Staring at me! Make them go away! I scream… They're all around me! I cannot escape their vengeance… "You WILL let me go." Against my will the plants move from her ankles… I shrink back, unable to control myself, another mind controlling me… The eyes are gone…
"Orcs! Coming!" Tina noticed that for some strange reason there was a pocket of air surrounding Elise where water should have been. Then the realization hit her.
"WHAT?!?!" Elise was on shore now, perfectly dry, but brushing off her ankles.
"They are almost here. Where are the others?" A lone horn called, drawing attention away from the conversation. "Blast it, my warning is too late!" Tina ran, fearing for Henry's safety, Elise hesitated, unsure whether or not to follow. "Stay here, and catch John if he tries to go off alone or run and help fight?" She muttered to herself. The internal argument seemed to go on and on, but a minute later a cunning, devilish grin lighted her face. She chuckled at her own plan and after a second, hurried after Tina…
Terem reached the top of a hill, now able to see Henry as an arrow pierced his defender. Both he and Boromir were fighting desperately, surrounded by orcs. As the arrow found its target, Boromir fell with pain, allowing one intent orc to get closer. Saruman had given these orcs orders to especially try to kill all four teenagers, most importantly the two girls. His sword (I know it's not exactly a sword, but it wouldn't be right to call it sword-thingy, now would it?) drove deep into Henry's chest, the pain on Henry's face was the only sign Terem could see of Henry's sudden torment. She did not hear the gasp, but saw all too readily the sinking knees… No! Why did this have to happen? Just when she was ready to give her heart to him? Just when she was going to confess to him that she was almost sure he was Pyroto and of her love… She saw red… literally.
"En a Pyroto! En juy garf! En kngud gux Dif! Gux bsa opfi guopin!"( I am Pyroto! I have come! I guard the way! The Light will devour!) Terem fell to her knees with relief. He WAS Pyroto! Her true love… The earth stopped trembling from shock, fear, and anger, as the Uruk-Hai (a/n: yes, I know what they are, but the others don't) were incinerated. Anra and Aragorn arrived too late, to find Terem and Pyroto kneeling beside the dying Boromir, the arrow having wounded him mortally. As the two saw Aragorn, they backed off, for he looked, despite the blood on him, regal. Anra, sensing John's return to the shore, turned around and ran back…
As John pushed the boat off of the shore, he looked guiltily behind him, certain that any moment someone, most likely Elise would show up to scold him for heading off to Mordor alone. To his relief, there was no one in sight, and he paddled off, intent on the other shore. When he got to the middle of the river it took him a few minutes to realize that he wasn't moving. His strokes became deeper, with more power behind him, but to no avail. So he waited, glowering toward the bank he had just left, knowing exactly who had pulled this joke on him. He didn't have to wait long.
"Hello there!" A cheerful voice floated over to him, as he saw a figure wave madly. "Planning to go without me?" She walked toward him, and it took him a moment of thought to understand that she was walking ON the river, not through it. When she got to the boat she towered over him. He stood up, intent on showing that she couldn't intimidate HIM with height, only to dangerously rock the boat. The last think he saw as he splashed into the river was Elise's laughing face. He spluttered, and saw that thankfully, once the boat had dumped its passenger it had righted itself, allowing none of the cargo, most importantly the food, to get wet. As he climbed clumsily back into the boat he found Elise already there. He glared at her, seeing her prim, dry body in front of him. He started shivering with cold, only to find that he was no longer wet. Elise graced him with a smug smile and the boat moved forward, to gently bump the opposite shore. He shook his head and grinned. She sure knew how to surprise a guy!
"Well, come on, Elise!" He exclaimed, climbing out of the boat. "We don't have all day!" She laughed, and did as he had told her, and soon they were on their way to Mordor.
To be continued… NOTE! FROM NOW ON, THIS STORY WITH DEAL WITH JOHN AND ELISE! HENRY AND TINA WILL NOT COME BACK UNTIL THE END OF THE STORY! ALSO, IN ORDER TO CONTINUE BEFORE THE NEXT MOVIE COMES OUT I NEED 5 REVIEWS FROM PEOPLE I DON'T KNOW!