Legacy of the Ring
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: I don't own it.
Chapter 13
~v
Darkness, darkness all around her yet her fire did not light it. Her vision cleared as the light of a real fire showed two living beings standing in the dark room. "Screech Owl, you should have tried to bring your brother with you." Sauron snarled. The blood bay colt flinched, firelight reflecting off his hide. Not a single white hair graced what had once been a loudly colorful coat. Sauron sighed in irritation. "What's done is done." He fixed his fiery gaze upon the colt. "You will be with my army. Prepare yourself!" Screech Owl scurried away to do his lord's bidding.
A filly as black as the starless night emerged from the shadows. "You would trust a son from the Line of Fire, Father?"
Sauron snorted. "He is more competent in magic than Saruman ever was. And he clearly wants to serve the master of the Ring." The evil lord placed his arm about her, pulling her close to him. "Have you had any progress, Dark Star?"
Her glacial blue eyes glittered in anger. "The tribes won't fight, yet I could not effect the huntresses. Their courage is as constant as starlight in the night. Even if unseen, it's there."
"Turn that to your advantage. If their people turn against them, then the huntresses will fall." He tilted Dark Star's face up slightly so they could make eye contact. Centuries had passes since he had last seen his daughter and now she was a huntress grown. "You have grown more beautiful over the years, my child. So much like your mother."
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Phoenix woke sharply, a cold sweat upon her. Her sudden motion startled Talitha out of sleep. The dragoness chirped softly as the familiar shapes and shadows of the canvas tent punched through to her awareness. She placed her head on the filly's lap and absently, Phoenix began to stroke it. Such a familiar motion soothed their jangled nerves. "Di're sonya se sho vysione vaa?" An affirmative chirp was her reply.
Phoenix rose to her hooves and stretched. She quickly groomed herself and braided her hair before oiling Talitha to keep her skin from cracking. Once outside, the pre dawn gloom did little to soothe her. Stars still twinkled above offering hope. A gentle hand came to rest on her shoulder. "What troubles you, Phoenix?" The Princess looked to Starlady.
"Just a vision. It was much more disturbing than the flash I got last night." Her tone was even, as the presence of one who understood was comforting.
Crystalaedae drew in a sharp gasp. "Sisay. Vase ah sisay siy vabi ah shithra." Her voice trembled in fear. Phoenix followed her gaze and nearly laughed.
With an effort, she got herself under control. "Starlady, relax. He is Gollum, Ring Bearer before Bilbo. As such, he is tied to the power of the One Ring. You seeing him does not make you a shaman."
Gollum cocked his head to one side, his great, glowing eyes blinking. ~Huntresseses, darkness moves. Has wings, it does. The precious calls, announceses itself to world.~
A sharp gasp coming from the hobbits' tent came to their ears. There was a bit of a scramble and Frodo dashed out. Phoenix caught him before he could leave the camp. "Easy, Frodo. The terrors of your dreams are not here." Her gentle tone cut through the terror that he'd woken with. He quit struggling in her grip and relaxed.
Gollum crept over to them, feeling a bit of concern. ~Nice hobbit, why scared? Dreamses not hurtses you.~ He attempted to touch Frodo, but his hand went through him. ~Stupid handses.~
The huntress smiled at the spirit. He needed to know this now. "Smeagol, here your form is like mist. Touch on the physical plane is practically impossible."
~No liken' it.~ He reached for her and didn't go through her has he had Frodo. ~You said toucheses 'practically impossible' yet I toucheses you.~
"I'm a shaman. Spirits can touch a shaman." Her tone was gentle as she placed a hand upon him. "Please stay nearby, Smeagol. We could use your help." She lifted her hand from him allowing him to scamper back into the forest. Once he had, she turned back to Frodo. Morning's light was beginning to lighten the horizon. "What frightened you?"
"Ring Wraiths." He shuddered. "They are despicable, disgusting, dangerous creatures."
Aragorn had come out of his tent just in time to hear Frodo's reply. He noticed the confusion on Starlady's face and the open curiosity on Phoenix's. He cleared his throat to let them know he was there. They turned, and Talitha let out a greeting chirp. "It seems that Frodo would be a little uncomfortable telling you of them. I can reveal what you need to know about the Wraiths. Come with me." They followed him to a banked campfire and saw him stir it up.
Through the shower of sparks, they noticed Arwen Undomiel mount her horse and ride off. "She is going to Lothlorien. I feel that she will be safer with her grandparents at this time." His words drew their attention back to him.
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: I don't own it.
Chapter 13
~v
Darkness, darkness all around her yet her fire did not light it. Her vision cleared as the light of a real fire showed two living beings standing in the dark room. "Screech Owl, you should have tried to bring your brother with you." Sauron snarled. The blood bay colt flinched, firelight reflecting off his hide. Not a single white hair graced what had once been a loudly colorful coat. Sauron sighed in irritation. "What's done is done." He fixed his fiery gaze upon the colt. "You will be with my army. Prepare yourself!" Screech Owl scurried away to do his lord's bidding.
A filly as black as the starless night emerged from the shadows. "You would trust a son from the Line of Fire, Father?"
Sauron snorted. "He is more competent in magic than Saruman ever was. And he clearly wants to serve the master of the Ring." The evil lord placed his arm about her, pulling her close to him. "Have you had any progress, Dark Star?"
Her glacial blue eyes glittered in anger. "The tribes won't fight, yet I could not effect the huntresses. Their courage is as constant as starlight in the night. Even if unseen, it's there."
"Turn that to your advantage. If their people turn against them, then the huntresses will fall." He tilted Dark Star's face up slightly so they could make eye contact. Centuries had passes since he had last seen his daughter and now she was a huntress grown. "You have grown more beautiful over the years, my child. So much like your mother."
v~
Phoenix woke sharply, a cold sweat upon her. Her sudden motion startled Talitha out of sleep. The dragoness chirped softly as the familiar shapes and shadows of the canvas tent punched through to her awareness. She placed her head on the filly's lap and absently, Phoenix began to stroke it. Such a familiar motion soothed their jangled nerves. "Di're sonya se sho vysione vaa?" An affirmative chirp was her reply.
Phoenix rose to her hooves and stretched. She quickly groomed herself and braided her hair before oiling Talitha to keep her skin from cracking. Once outside, the pre dawn gloom did little to soothe her. Stars still twinkled above offering hope. A gentle hand came to rest on her shoulder. "What troubles you, Phoenix?" The Princess looked to Starlady.
"Just a vision. It was much more disturbing than the flash I got last night." Her tone was even, as the presence of one who understood was comforting.
Crystalaedae drew in a sharp gasp. "Sisay. Vase ah sisay siy vabi ah shithra." Her voice trembled in fear. Phoenix followed her gaze and nearly laughed.
With an effort, she got herself under control. "Starlady, relax. He is Gollum, Ring Bearer before Bilbo. As such, he is tied to the power of the One Ring. You seeing him does not make you a shaman."
Gollum cocked his head to one side, his great, glowing eyes blinking. ~Huntresseses, darkness moves. Has wings, it does. The precious calls, announceses itself to world.~
A sharp gasp coming from the hobbits' tent came to their ears. There was a bit of a scramble and Frodo dashed out. Phoenix caught him before he could leave the camp. "Easy, Frodo. The terrors of your dreams are not here." Her gentle tone cut through the terror that he'd woken with. He quit struggling in her grip and relaxed.
Gollum crept over to them, feeling a bit of concern. ~Nice hobbit, why scared? Dreamses not hurtses you.~ He attempted to touch Frodo, but his hand went through him. ~Stupid handses.~
The huntress smiled at the spirit. He needed to know this now. "Smeagol, here your form is like mist. Touch on the physical plane is practically impossible."
~No liken' it.~ He reached for her and didn't go through her has he had Frodo. ~You said toucheses 'practically impossible' yet I toucheses you.~
"I'm a shaman. Spirits can touch a shaman." Her tone was gentle as she placed a hand upon him. "Please stay nearby, Smeagol. We could use your help." She lifted her hand from him allowing him to scamper back into the forest. Once he had, she turned back to Frodo. Morning's light was beginning to lighten the horizon. "What frightened you?"
"Ring Wraiths." He shuddered. "They are despicable, disgusting, dangerous creatures."
Aragorn had come out of his tent just in time to hear Frodo's reply. He noticed the confusion on Starlady's face and the open curiosity on Phoenix's. He cleared his throat to let them know he was there. They turned, and Talitha let out a greeting chirp. "It seems that Frodo would be a little uncomfortable telling you of them. I can reveal what you need to know about the Wraiths. Come with me." They followed him to a banked campfire and saw him stir it up.
Through the shower of sparks, they noticed Arwen Undomiel mount her horse and ride off. "She is going to Lothlorien. I feel that she will be safer with her grandparents at this time." His words drew their attention back to him.