Legacy of the Ring
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: I don't own the book.
~Three rings for the Elven Kings under the sky,
Seven for the dwarf lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for mortal men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, one ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them,
In the land of Mordor, where the shadows lie.~
Chapter 1
A soft tapping sound alerted them to the presence of another. Leala, the true shaman of the village stepped inside the longhouse. Firelight glistened off the coats of all three centaurs. "Keroh Thunderbird, E dina Caladra Phoenix ura auia." The stallion nodded, allowing his granddaughter to assist her. Phoenix rose to her hooves, following Leala to the sacred area. "Caladra Phoenix, auia siy reah iemera."
She nodded, curling up her golden legs to lay beside the bay roan mare. Leala stared into the light of the fire, going into a trance almost immediatly. Phoenix had gone into the trance just as quickly, then felt a horrid darkness. Their vision cleared of the black fog, revealing the land of Mordor. Dark forces were gathering there, in vast numbers. They sharply pulled away. "Mordor!" Leala cried. Her companion shot to her hooves, a frightened look in her eyes. The princess composed herself before trotting over to her grandfather.
The entire village was in an uproar over what the shaman had cried. They felt the huntresses should protect them as the Veroandas did. They were the warriors, not the rest of the people. "Gregolo, weya sin'la marae ahn biyn koroja sho lara des vareena!" Her deep blue eyes snapped with anger, as she knew some of the Riharan were friends of her parents.
High Chief Thunderbird let out a deep sigh. He was irritated with her. Only her parents had felt that they were part of the world. "Phoenix, sonyar parejas vera shil're bicasa thea vera invuelare. Sonya beya las bi sho inheria, be sonya ria presi vama." What he said only made her more angry. He still felt that they should not interfere with the others and their ways.
Swiftly, she sprang into a gallop. Her long, swift strides carried her away from the village as she wished to get away from him. A rush of cold wind alerted her to a lesser dragon's appearance. "Di're sonya fae saemathena, Talitha?" The irradescent green let out an affirmative squawk, and gently took hold of Phoenix's arm with her talons. Talitha gently steered her bound huntress in the proper direction.
The filly's keen eyes spotted a dirty cloak upon the dusty bank. She approached without fear, as few could harm her. Phoenix gently turned him over so that she could see his face, then felt for vital signs. His pulse was strong under her fingers; his breathing regular. The princess started a small fire and pulled him close to it. Her gaze shifted to Talitha and seconds later, a blanket fell over their guest. She brewed a tea meant to settle his stomach. That river could cause upset stomachs if one wasn't careful. A moan drew her attention back to him.
"Where am I?" His voice shook indicating how cold he was. He blinked, startled. The hobbit had not expected to see a filly. Her golden bay coat shone in good health, and white snowflakes danced across her quarters and barrel. The filly's leather shirt was styled as to show her rank. Her abdomen showed plainly, and the straps rose over her shoulders on the diagonal.
"You are in the forest of Harlindon. I am High Princess Phoenix, Huntress of the Line of Fire. What is your name?" She spoke common well, and her accent was pleasent to the ear. An accent from her tribe.
"My name is Frodo." He kept his gaze upon his hands. Unease flowed through him, compounded by confusion. The most unexpected events had been occuring over the past few days. First, his missing finger had mysteriously reappeared, as real as before. Tidings of Shelob's children near Rivendell had flooded through the ears of those counted as elf-friends. Small dragon-like creatures had been flying around them without fear, and one lay upon Phoenix's back.
Voices floated through the forest, catching their attention. Talitha let out a surprised sound before flying towards the source. The dragoness guided them to the very person they were looking for. He was sitting up, wrapped in a blanket and sitting next to a small campfire. A centaur filly who was clearly sixteen years old was with him. "Mr. Frodo!" Samwise cried. "I'm sure glad to see that you're all right!"
Phoenix shot to her hooves, sensing a danger towards the people she had recently helped. She handed the tea she had made to Frodo. "If you swallowed any of the water, that should help." Her gaze was fixed upon the forest near the bank. Her eyes were hard with anger.
Thunderbird emerged from the shadows with a large group of braves. His eyes snapped in anger. How dare she defy him?! He grabbed his granddaughter by the arm and pulled her away from them. His hand descended across her cheek in a harsh slap. "Phoenix, thea ria Riharan! Bes da ali thora cquera cria shil're sonya!" The chief slapped her again, enraged by her behavior. Why on the creators' world would she help those who could kill her?
Gandalf had enough. Thunderbird was over-stepping his boundries as chief and grandfather. "High Chief Thunderbird, your granddaughter has shown a member of our company a great kindness." A twinkle sprang into his eyes, as he noticed something within the filly that even she was unaware of as of yet. "Besides, I doubt you could stop a dragon-bound huntress, even if she is your granddaughter."
Thunderbird pulled back, startled. The Gray Wanderer was more intelligent than he gave him credit for. It was infurieating. "If you wish to deal with her, wizard, then by all means do." He flung her to them, causing her to fall to the ground within the protective circle of the group. Dust and stones flung up by her descent smothered the fire instantly. "Just remember: if she doesn't come back alive, I know where to find you." With that final threat, they vanished into the darkness of the forest.
Confused expressions graced the faces of the humans, hobbits, elf and dwarf. How could he be so cruel to her, yet act over-protective at the same time? Phoenix pushed herself into an upright position. The grit and gravel were rough under her hands as she struggled to get a decent breath of air into her lungs. Minute scratches and scuffs lined the side she had fallen upon.
She attempted to curl her legs up under her, and then grimaced. Huntresses shouldn't be treated the way he treated her when he felt concerned. Even those recently matured, even herself, when she became sixteen two days ago, were entitled more respect than that. Few beings could harm them, and those that could knew that, by sheer instinct, the huntress knew their weak points. No, she would never go back if she found them to be true friends. True friends were worth loosing a family over, for they would become as her new one. Her inherit courage came from deep within. She would never submit to such treatment again. They had no idea of the precious jewel they had lost because they guarded it so. This gem would glisten among the peoples of Middle Earth, not just centaurs alone.
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: I don't own the book.
~Three rings for the Elven Kings under the sky,
Seven for the dwarf lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for mortal men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, one ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them,
In the land of Mordor, where the shadows lie.~
Chapter 1
A soft tapping sound alerted them to the presence of another. Leala, the true shaman of the village stepped inside the longhouse. Firelight glistened off the coats of all three centaurs. "Keroh Thunderbird, E dina Caladra Phoenix ura auia." The stallion nodded, allowing his granddaughter to assist her. Phoenix rose to her hooves, following Leala to the sacred area. "Caladra Phoenix, auia siy reah iemera."
She nodded, curling up her golden legs to lay beside the bay roan mare. Leala stared into the light of the fire, going into a trance almost immediatly. Phoenix had gone into the trance just as quickly, then felt a horrid darkness. Their vision cleared of the black fog, revealing the land of Mordor. Dark forces were gathering there, in vast numbers. They sharply pulled away. "Mordor!" Leala cried. Her companion shot to her hooves, a frightened look in her eyes. The princess composed herself before trotting over to her grandfather.
The entire village was in an uproar over what the shaman had cried. They felt the huntresses should protect them as the Veroandas did. They were the warriors, not the rest of the people. "Gregolo, weya sin'la marae ahn biyn koroja sho lara des vareena!" Her deep blue eyes snapped with anger, as she knew some of the Riharan were friends of her parents.
High Chief Thunderbird let out a deep sigh. He was irritated with her. Only her parents had felt that they were part of the world. "Phoenix, sonyar parejas vera shil're bicasa thea vera invuelare. Sonya beya las bi sho inheria, be sonya ria presi vama." What he said only made her more angry. He still felt that they should not interfere with the others and their ways.
Swiftly, she sprang into a gallop. Her long, swift strides carried her away from the village as she wished to get away from him. A rush of cold wind alerted her to a lesser dragon's appearance. "Di're sonya fae saemathena, Talitha?" The irradescent green let out an affirmative squawk, and gently took hold of Phoenix's arm with her talons. Talitha gently steered her bound huntress in the proper direction.
The filly's keen eyes spotted a dirty cloak upon the dusty bank. She approached without fear, as few could harm her. Phoenix gently turned him over so that she could see his face, then felt for vital signs. His pulse was strong under her fingers; his breathing regular. The princess started a small fire and pulled him close to it. Her gaze shifted to Talitha and seconds later, a blanket fell over their guest. She brewed a tea meant to settle his stomach. That river could cause upset stomachs if one wasn't careful. A moan drew her attention back to him.
"Where am I?" His voice shook indicating how cold he was. He blinked, startled. The hobbit had not expected to see a filly. Her golden bay coat shone in good health, and white snowflakes danced across her quarters and barrel. The filly's leather shirt was styled as to show her rank. Her abdomen showed plainly, and the straps rose over her shoulders on the diagonal.
"You are in the forest of Harlindon. I am High Princess Phoenix, Huntress of the Line of Fire. What is your name?" She spoke common well, and her accent was pleasent to the ear. An accent from her tribe.
"My name is Frodo." He kept his gaze upon his hands. Unease flowed through him, compounded by confusion. The most unexpected events had been occuring over the past few days. First, his missing finger had mysteriously reappeared, as real as before. Tidings of Shelob's children near Rivendell had flooded through the ears of those counted as elf-friends. Small dragon-like creatures had been flying around them without fear, and one lay upon Phoenix's back.
Voices floated through the forest, catching their attention. Talitha let out a surprised sound before flying towards the source. The dragoness guided them to the very person they were looking for. He was sitting up, wrapped in a blanket and sitting next to a small campfire. A centaur filly who was clearly sixteen years old was with him. "Mr. Frodo!" Samwise cried. "I'm sure glad to see that you're all right!"
Phoenix shot to her hooves, sensing a danger towards the people she had recently helped. She handed the tea she had made to Frodo. "If you swallowed any of the water, that should help." Her gaze was fixed upon the forest near the bank. Her eyes were hard with anger.
Thunderbird emerged from the shadows with a large group of braves. His eyes snapped in anger. How dare she defy him?! He grabbed his granddaughter by the arm and pulled her away from them. His hand descended across her cheek in a harsh slap. "Phoenix, thea ria Riharan! Bes da ali thora cquera cria shil're sonya!" The chief slapped her again, enraged by her behavior. Why on the creators' world would she help those who could kill her?
Gandalf had enough. Thunderbird was over-stepping his boundries as chief and grandfather. "High Chief Thunderbird, your granddaughter has shown a member of our company a great kindness." A twinkle sprang into his eyes, as he noticed something within the filly that even she was unaware of as of yet. "Besides, I doubt you could stop a dragon-bound huntress, even if she is your granddaughter."
Thunderbird pulled back, startled. The Gray Wanderer was more intelligent than he gave him credit for. It was infurieating. "If you wish to deal with her, wizard, then by all means do." He flung her to them, causing her to fall to the ground within the protective circle of the group. Dust and stones flung up by her descent smothered the fire instantly. "Just remember: if she doesn't come back alive, I know where to find you." With that final threat, they vanished into the darkness of the forest.
Confused expressions graced the faces of the humans, hobbits, elf and dwarf. How could he be so cruel to her, yet act over-protective at the same time? Phoenix pushed herself into an upright position. The grit and gravel were rough under her hands as she struggled to get a decent breath of air into her lungs. Minute scratches and scuffs lined the side she had fallen upon.
She attempted to curl her legs up under her, and then grimaced. Huntresses shouldn't be treated the way he treated her when he felt concerned. Even those recently matured, even herself, when she became sixteen two days ago, were entitled more respect than that. Few beings could harm them, and those that could knew that, by sheer instinct, the huntress knew their weak points. No, she would never go back if she found them to be true friends. True friends were worth loosing a family over, for they would become as her new one. Her inherit courage came from deep within. She would never submit to such treatment again. They had no idea of the precious jewel they had lost because they guarded it so. This gem would glisten among the peoples of Middle Earth, not just centaurs alone.