Legacy of the Ring
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: I don't own the book.
Chapter 9
The large army appeared a little confused. How had they gotten into this large, damp and still, well lit cavern? A few of the elves recognized the room and felt tension creep into their being. Very few could do as Prairie Song had done. Winter Serenity stepped forward, drawing their attention. "The event ancient huntresses feared has occurred. For those of you who haven't heard, the Master Ring was re-forged and Sauron has returned. All who live upon Middle Earth are in danger; therefore, the powers of the Huntress Line of Fire have brought you to the place the Last Alliance formed in."
An elf that appeared troubled stepped forward. "Winter Serenity, only Prairie Song had the ability to summon armies through that stone. She's been walking among the spirits for many years."
A sad smile graced the face of the Gatekeeper. One that not even the flickering light of the torches could fully illuminate. "Who is to say her direct descendant would be unable to? Phoenix has the powers her ancestress did. She is among those who know the danger for what it is."
They scattered to find what they needed for the battles against Mordor. Phoenix glanced at Frodo and saw him rub his shoulder. Concern nearly overwhelmed her, then a healer's instincts thrust it away. "What's wrong?"
Frodo sighed as he removed his hand; realizing that he had to tell her. "Early on in the Third Age's War of the Ring I was stabbed by a Morgul blade. I very nearly became a wraith, but Lord Elrond managed to save me. The growing darkness must be effecting it."
In sympathy, she placed her hand on his shoulder. "We'd better get going. I have a feeling that Sam'll need our help." They vanished into an opening that led to one of the storage caverns. Together the three rummaged through the weaponary.
"Sam, here's an elven blade. It'll hold up better than regular steel." Frodo handed him the hobbit sized blade. The sounds of metal rings lightly colliding with one another drew their attention to Phoenix.
She held a finely made mithril shirt in her hands, one that would fit Sam perfectly. She handed it to him. "Wear it under your shirt like Frodo does. That way, no one will know about it." Her tone seemed to be full of secrecy, which was unlike her as they knew of yet. And that start had broken the tension that was building up in them.
"What about you, Phoenix? If you're unprotected, you'll be easier to kill." Samwise sounded very concerned. He hadn't known her for very long, but didn't want her to be harmed the ways they had been in the course of the war.
Phoenix faced them. "A huntress fights best unencombered by armour. We need all of our agility in battle and can't afford to be a millisecond slower than our full speed." Her eyes held a very troubled look. What had happened in her youth was directly related to the war they were facing now. "Don't worry about me. I have the skills I need to get the job done." They seemed to buy her explaination and met the rest of them in the main chamber.
Winter Serenity's sad gaze came to rest upon them. She approached the Fellowship so that what she had to say wouldn't be heard by all. "This war is much more dangerous than you know. I fear few will come out of it alive. The Fellowship of the Ring is their only hope. Don't let it die on them." The severity of her tone only made them feel as though they were closer together.
Aragorn looked her in the eye. "We could use your help. Will you come with us?"
A wistful sigh came from her. "That I cannot yet do, King of men. Only when the Lord of Mordor makes a move against a populated place am I freed to fight."
Phoenix shuddered, something completely unrelated to what the Gatekeeper was speaking of. Like her father had before her, she felt a spirit nearby, the presence of a lost sisay. Something touched her.
~We hears you.~
Her muscles grew tense as she felt something sit astride her.
~Nice hobbit had my precious. Now dark one have precious, yet not my precious. We wants to stop him!~
The weight vanished from her back and she quickly followedthe others as they filed out of the cave system and into a field. This field was filled with short grasses of a vibrant green. A meandering stream ran down from a pristine spring on the side of the mountain. Golden light spilling from the sun overhead warmed and soothed them as they set up their camp. When they had finished the sun was in the west once more.
The large group of huntresses split off from the main encampment so no one would get hurt by their strength when they sparred. Selected by them was an area that was slightly damp and filled with spring. Colors spilt over the sky as they began to spar against eachother.
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: I don't own the book.
Chapter 9
The large army appeared a little confused. How had they gotten into this large, damp and still, well lit cavern? A few of the elves recognized the room and felt tension creep into their being. Very few could do as Prairie Song had done. Winter Serenity stepped forward, drawing their attention. "The event ancient huntresses feared has occurred. For those of you who haven't heard, the Master Ring was re-forged and Sauron has returned. All who live upon Middle Earth are in danger; therefore, the powers of the Huntress Line of Fire have brought you to the place the Last Alliance formed in."
An elf that appeared troubled stepped forward. "Winter Serenity, only Prairie Song had the ability to summon armies through that stone. She's been walking among the spirits for many years."
A sad smile graced the face of the Gatekeeper. One that not even the flickering light of the torches could fully illuminate. "Who is to say her direct descendant would be unable to? Phoenix has the powers her ancestress did. She is among those who know the danger for what it is."
They scattered to find what they needed for the battles against Mordor. Phoenix glanced at Frodo and saw him rub his shoulder. Concern nearly overwhelmed her, then a healer's instincts thrust it away. "What's wrong?"
Frodo sighed as he removed his hand; realizing that he had to tell her. "Early on in the Third Age's War of the Ring I was stabbed by a Morgul blade. I very nearly became a wraith, but Lord Elrond managed to save me. The growing darkness must be effecting it."
In sympathy, she placed her hand on his shoulder. "We'd better get going. I have a feeling that Sam'll need our help." They vanished into an opening that led to one of the storage caverns. Together the three rummaged through the weaponary.
"Sam, here's an elven blade. It'll hold up better than regular steel." Frodo handed him the hobbit sized blade. The sounds of metal rings lightly colliding with one another drew their attention to Phoenix.
She held a finely made mithril shirt in her hands, one that would fit Sam perfectly. She handed it to him. "Wear it under your shirt like Frodo does. That way, no one will know about it." Her tone seemed to be full of secrecy, which was unlike her as they knew of yet. And that start had broken the tension that was building up in them.
"What about you, Phoenix? If you're unprotected, you'll be easier to kill." Samwise sounded very concerned. He hadn't known her for very long, but didn't want her to be harmed the ways they had been in the course of the war.
Phoenix faced them. "A huntress fights best unencombered by armour. We need all of our agility in battle and can't afford to be a millisecond slower than our full speed." Her eyes held a very troubled look. What had happened in her youth was directly related to the war they were facing now. "Don't worry about me. I have the skills I need to get the job done." They seemed to buy her explaination and met the rest of them in the main chamber.
Winter Serenity's sad gaze came to rest upon them. She approached the Fellowship so that what she had to say wouldn't be heard by all. "This war is much more dangerous than you know. I fear few will come out of it alive. The Fellowship of the Ring is their only hope. Don't let it die on them." The severity of her tone only made them feel as though they were closer together.
Aragorn looked her in the eye. "We could use your help. Will you come with us?"
A wistful sigh came from her. "That I cannot yet do, King of men. Only when the Lord of Mordor makes a move against a populated place am I freed to fight."
Phoenix shuddered, something completely unrelated to what the Gatekeeper was speaking of. Like her father had before her, she felt a spirit nearby, the presence of a lost sisay. Something touched her.
~We hears you.~
Her muscles grew tense as she felt something sit astride her.
~Nice hobbit had my precious. Now dark one have precious, yet not my precious. We wants to stop him!~
The weight vanished from her back and she quickly followedthe others as they filed out of the cave system and into a field. This field was filled with short grasses of a vibrant green. A meandering stream ran down from a pristine spring on the side of the mountain. Golden light spilling from the sun overhead warmed and soothed them as they set up their camp. When they had finished the sun was in the west once more.
The large group of huntresses split off from the main encampment so no one would get hurt by their strength when they sparred. Selected by them was an area that was slightly damp and filled with spring. Colors spilt over the sky as they began to spar against eachother.