Legacy of the Ring
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: I don't own the book.
Chapter 3
Phoenix woke with a start. She'd had a terrible nightmare, and not even the warm golden light of the morning sun was calming her. Trembling overcame her, revealing her fear to them. Gandalf gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Phoenix, what frightens you so?"
She looked up at him, as she had yet to stand. "I had a dream, more like a warning." Her eyes glistened with tears. The dream had terrified her, and that was a rare happening to a huntress.
"Tell me." His comand was gentle.
I
An elven verse sounded in the distance, yet all about her, flame burned, wasting the land. A great, flame-ringed eye burned with the anger and hatred of evil. The eye was only feet from her, but she still seemed to be hidden from its sight. Then, a dark and shadowy form became of this monstrosity. From this dark ethereal mist came the form of a living one. Sauron, the Dark Lord had returned. "My master ring," he hissed, "is re-forged. The King of Gondor will fall and those despicable Halflings will know the true meaning of pain."
He raised his hand to the darkened sky. His ring flashed. "To me, my Dark Huntresses. Come to the Land of Mordor with my Ring Wraiths. Dark Huntresses, children of true shadow, leave those of the light behind and come to me. Let us spread darkness over the land." Sauron lowered his hand and with the other, he lightly touched the fire. "Such is the strength of their spirit. Something that seems so fragile never really is. There is strength in their flames of life." His voice took on an angered tone. "The lines of Stars, Fire and Light will try to be a light in my dark domain. Sadly, those ancient huntresses no longer exists. I would have loved to kill those three. They managed to keep me from taking Isildur's body as my own. Manwe just had to give them that power." He became even more angry. "Elrond will pay dearly for what he did to me. Rivendell will be the first to fall."
/I
All of the present members of the Fellowship looked at her in shock. Phoenix bore tidings of great sorrow. Legolas leapt to his feet. "We have to get to Rivendell as soon as possible! Lord Elrond does not know of this!" His cry prompted the others to leap to their feet. Talitha chirped in agreement, her warm brown eyes flashing in anger. Shadowfax came into the group, with enough mounts for the others. He nickered a greeting to the huntress, and she returned on in kind. They took off for Rivendell at a dead gallop. Phoenix and Talitha kept up with them, not bothering to relax. This run was to save life, not to have fun.
~
Lord Elrond paused at a window, hiding a smile easily. Aragorn, King of Gondor, had come with Arwen, his queen. It had been so long since he'd seen them, and now they were here. He met them on the path, where fallen leaves were underfoot, to his house when they were only part of the way towards his home. "Welcome back. Both of you have been missed."
"It is good to be back, Lord Elrond. Has Bilbo Baggins heard that the Shire has recovered?" Aragorn inquired. The vivid beauty of the land that had been wrought with the soil Galadriel had given to Samwise Gamgee was still strong on his mind.
"Yes, he's heard. We should go inside before..." An evil screech cut him off. Cries came from other elves as they ran for cover. Any cover: the beautiful trees, houses, gardens, anything to hide from this creature. A large spider stood in the middle of the clearing, not caring about the children of the light. Talitha shot out of between, her eyes blazing in fury. The cold wind attracted the spider's attention, prompting it to reach up. She dodged. Fire shot from her mouth, burning the vile creature.
It shrieked in rage. The spider shot silk at her in an attempt to cocoon her. She vanished between just in time to avoid it. Fire seared the silk to ashes, rendering it harmless. A growl escaped her when Aragorn tried to enter the battle. She knew who he was, and didn't want him harmed. Besides, she'd fought this spider before and knew its moves. Another breath of flame hit the evil creature, not extinguishing for quite a while.
In a blind rage, it clubbed the young dragoness out of the sky and descended upon her with fury in its eyes. She acted stunned until the last second, then let out her firey attack. The force of her flames made the spider fall back with a resounding crash. It squirmed around, trying to get its eight feet underneath itself again. Talitha shot back into the air, shrieking in rage. This creature had defiled the forests of Middle Earth long enough. Yet flame had to kill it from within if that was the way of death. Suddenly, the sounds of rapidly galloping hooves reached their ears. Who would becoming so quickly, and were they coming to help against this darkness?
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: I don't own the book.
Chapter 3
Phoenix woke with a start. She'd had a terrible nightmare, and not even the warm golden light of the morning sun was calming her. Trembling overcame her, revealing her fear to them. Gandalf gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Phoenix, what frightens you so?"
She looked up at him, as she had yet to stand. "I had a dream, more like a warning." Her eyes glistened with tears. The dream had terrified her, and that was a rare happening to a huntress.
"Tell me." His comand was gentle.
I
An elven verse sounded in the distance, yet all about her, flame burned, wasting the land. A great, flame-ringed eye burned with the anger and hatred of evil. The eye was only feet from her, but she still seemed to be hidden from its sight. Then, a dark and shadowy form became of this monstrosity. From this dark ethereal mist came the form of a living one. Sauron, the Dark Lord had returned. "My master ring," he hissed, "is re-forged. The King of Gondor will fall and those despicable Halflings will know the true meaning of pain."
He raised his hand to the darkened sky. His ring flashed. "To me, my Dark Huntresses. Come to the Land of Mordor with my Ring Wraiths. Dark Huntresses, children of true shadow, leave those of the light behind and come to me. Let us spread darkness over the land." Sauron lowered his hand and with the other, he lightly touched the fire. "Such is the strength of their spirit. Something that seems so fragile never really is. There is strength in their flames of life." His voice took on an angered tone. "The lines of Stars, Fire and Light will try to be a light in my dark domain. Sadly, those ancient huntresses no longer exists. I would have loved to kill those three. They managed to keep me from taking Isildur's body as my own. Manwe just had to give them that power." He became even more angry. "Elrond will pay dearly for what he did to me. Rivendell will be the first to fall."
/I
All of the present members of the Fellowship looked at her in shock. Phoenix bore tidings of great sorrow. Legolas leapt to his feet. "We have to get to Rivendell as soon as possible! Lord Elrond does not know of this!" His cry prompted the others to leap to their feet. Talitha chirped in agreement, her warm brown eyes flashing in anger. Shadowfax came into the group, with enough mounts for the others. He nickered a greeting to the huntress, and she returned on in kind. They took off for Rivendell at a dead gallop. Phoenix and Talitha kept up with them, not bothering to relax. This run was to save life, not to have fun.
~
Lord Elrond paused at a window, hiding a smile easily. Aragorn, King of Gondor, had come with Arwen, his queen. It had been so long since he'd seen them, and now they were here. He met them on the path, where fallen leaves were underfoot, to his house when they were only part of the way towards his home. "Welcome back. Both of you have been missed."
"It is good to be back, Lord Elrond. Has Bilbo Baggins heard that the Shire has recovered?" Aragorn inquired. The vivid beauty of the land that had been wrought with the soil Galadriel had given to Samwise Gamgee was still strong on his mind.
"Yes, he's heard. We should go inside before..." An evil screech cut him off. Cries came from other elves as they ran for cover. Any cover: the beautiful trees, houses, gardens, anything to hide from this creature. A large spider stood in the middle of the clearing, not caring about the children of the light. Talitha shot out of between, her eyes blazing in fury. The cold wind attracted the spider's attention, prompting it to reach up. She dodged. Fire shot from her mouth, burning the vile creature.
It shrieked in rage. The spider shot silk at her in an attempt to cocoon her. She vanished between just in time to avoid it. Fire seared the silk to ashes, rendering it harmless. A growl escaped her when Aragorn tried to enter the battle. She knew who he was, and didn't want him harmed. Besides, she'd fought this spider before and knew its moves. Another breath of flame hit the evil creature, not extinguishing for quite a while.
In a blind rage, it clubbed the young dragoness out of the sky and descended upon her with fury in its eyes. She acted stunned until the last second, then let out her firey attack. The force of her flames made the spider fall back with a resounding crash. It squirmed around, trying to get its eight feet underneath itself again. Talitha shot back into the air, shrieking in rage. This creature had defiled the forests of Middle Earth long enough. Yet flame had to kill it from within if that was the way of death. Suddenly, the sounds of rapidly galloping hooves reached their ears. Who would becoming so quickly, and were they coming to help against this darkness?