Legacy of the Ring
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: I don't own the book.
Chapter 8
Gaia faded into the darkness as only a huntress could. Phoenix turned back to her friends to explain the other filly's reaction. "Few huntresses believe that the ancient creed exists anymore, and less the ancient ballads. So very few have been born of the ancient type that it faded into legend. Yet my grandmother told me many more were being born at the time my mother was. Lightning Bird, my mother, was of the ancient creed."
They continued during her explanation. Frodo silently mused about what had been revealed unto them. Finally, he spoke up. "It strikes me now. Phoenix, you are also of the ancient type. I can feel the power about you."
She gazed at him sidelong. "Sonya di'la losha hala rija sonya ria."
They looked confused until Gandalf chuckled. "You are right, Frodo. Like Prairie Song, Phoenix is of those ancient powers. Her recent trials have brought them to life. Like the huntresses of lore, she could be a kindred spirit unto the elves."
Phoenix lightly slapped his shoulder, telling him that he had said enough. They had a long way to go yet and had better save their breath. She took the lead, instinct alone guiding her. The path was rough and often they stumbled yet they persevered. Beautiful crystal columns seemed to grow out from the ground, awing the Fellowship.
The huntress paused, looking back at them. "Come on, this is only the gate. We still must pass the Gatekeeper. Stay close to me." Phoenix slowly entered the crystalline field. Her friends stayed close to her and to eachother. They felt as though they were being watched. The princess froze, her left front hoof lightly resting upon the ground.
A glow light the crystal from within; a glow that was like fire light. Wind whirled among the columns then revealed the form of the first immortal mare of the Colora Riviera. Her ice blue eyes were harsh and cold, anger in her bearing. "Why have you come here? This place has been forgotten for centuries. Choose your reply wisely, for it could be the last thing you say." Her tone was hard and cold like ice from centuries of isolation. She knew not what had become of her friends as she had never been able to leave this place.
"Shihara Spira, E sho Caladra Phoenix, amarhea amakaiya ali sho Ligwa ali Fueja. Aui Riharan ria mi felyas." Talitha lightly touched the huntress's shoulder, indicating that Gandalf wished to speak. He stepped forward so that he was next to her, standing before the Gatekeeper, unafraid.
"Winter Serenity, we are the Fellowship of the Ring. A little less than a year ago, the Ring Bearer destroyed the One Ring. Yet Sauron lived on and re-forged it."
Her cold eyes didn't even blink. "What of Boromir of Gondor? Is he not with you?"
Aragorn spoke up, knowing that it was his place. "Boromir of Gondor walks among the spirits now. We brought Phoenix into the Fellowship for it is where her path led."
The High Princess spoke again. "Winter Serenity, Middle Earth is once again falling into darkness, as it did three thousand years ago. We must raise the armies to defense before it is too late."
The cold frozeness of winter melted away from her; the harsh bearing vanished. "For so long I was trapped here." she whispered. "Now the event I have feared has happened." She quit whispering and stood firm. "Come with me." Winter Serenity guided them through the crystal labyrinth and into the very room the Last Alliance had formed in so long ago.
In response to Phoenix's power, lights flared to life. The filly was drawn to a crystal orb that glowed softly in the front of the large cavern. Her hands lightly touched the sphere causing the glow to become brighter. "Riharan felyas, terah siy gorota vigoria biyn nocta." Her song-like voice was soft, yet what she had just done had summoned armies of men, elves, dwarves and even hobbits.
Into the cave system they filed, each unto his own. In a very different part of the cavern, a large group of huntresses filed in. Phoenix shuddered, feeling the presence of a lost sisay. One that had, however briefly known Prairie Song and Sierra, her granddaughter twice removed. Yet she could sense that he had known of another, known her well. She removed her hands from the crystal orb leaving the light of the torches as the only illumination.
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: I don't own the book.
Chapter 8
Gaia faded into the darkness as only a huntress could. Phoenix turned back to her friends to explain the other filly's reaction. "Few huntresses believe that the ancient creed exists anymore, and less the ancient ballads. So very few have been born of the ancient type that it faded into legend. Yet my grandmother told me many more were being born at the time my mother was. Lightning Bird, my mother, was of the ancient creed."
They continued during her explanation. Frodo silently mused about what had been revealed unto them. Finally, he spoke up. "It strikes me now. Phoenix, you are also of the ancient type. I can feel the power about you."
She gazed at him sidelong. "Sonya di'la losha hala rija sonya ria."
They looked confused until Gandalf chuckled. "You are right, Frodo. Like Prairie Song, Phoenix is of those ancient powers. Her recent trials have brought them to life. Like the huntresses of lore, she could be a kindred spirit unto the elves."
Phoenix lightly slapped his shoulder, telling him that he had said enough. They had a long way to go yet and had better save their breath. She took the lead, instinct alone guiding her. The path was rough and often they stumbled yet they persevered. Beautiful crystal columns seemed to grow out from the ground, awing the Fellowship.
The huntress paused, looking back at them. "Come on, this is only the gate. We still must pass the Gatekeeper. Stay close to me." Phoenix slowly entered the crystalline field. Her friends stayed close to her and to eachother. They felt as though they were being watched. The princess froze, her left front hoof lightly resting upon the ground.
A glow light the crystal from within; a glow that was like fire light. Wind whirled among the columns then revealed the form of the first immortal mare of the Colora Riviera. Her ice blue eyes were harsh and cold, anger in her bearing. "Why have you come here? This place has been forgotten for centuries. Choose your reply wisely, for it could be the last thing you say." Her tone was hard and cold like ice from centuries of isolation. She knew not what had become of her friends as she had never been able to leave this place.
"Shihara Spira, E sho Caladra Phoenix, amarhea amakaiya ali sho Ligwa ali Fueja. Aui Riharan ria mi felyas." Talitha lightly touched the huntress's shoulder, indicating that Gandalf wished to speak. He stepped forward so that he was next to her, standing before the Gatekeeper, unafraid.
"Winter Serenity, we are the Fellowship of the Ring. A little less than a year ago, the Ring Bearer destroyed the One Ring. Yet Sauron lived on and re-forged it."
Her cold eyes didn't even blink. "What of Boromir of Gondor? Is he not with you?"
Aragorn spoke up, knowing that it was his place. "Boromir of Gondor walks among the spirits now. We brought Phoenix into the Fellowship for it is where her path led."
The High Princess spoke again. "Winter Serenity, Middle Earth is once again falling into darkness, as it did three thousand years ago. We must raise the armies to defense before it is too late."
The cold frozeness of winter melted away from her; the harsh bearing vanished. "For so long I was trapped here." she whispered. "Now the event I have feared has happened." She quit whispering and stood firm. "Come with me." Winter Serenity guided them through the crystal labyrinth and into the very room the Last Alliance had formed in so long ago.
In response to Phoenix's power, lights flared to life. The filly was drawn to a crystal orb that glowed softly in the front of the large cavern. Her hands lightly touched the sphere causing the glow to become brighter. "Riharan felyas, terah siy gorota vigoria biyn nocta." Her song-like voice was soft, yet what she had just done had summoned armies of men, elves, dwarves and even hobbits.
Into the cave system they filed, each unto his own. In a very different part of the cavern, a large group of huntresses filed in. Phoenix shuddered, feeling the presence of a lost sisay. One that had, however briefly known Prairie Song and Sierra, her granddaughter twice removed. Yet she could sense that he had known of another, known her well. She removed her hands from the crystal orb leaving the light of the torches as the only illumination.