Legacy of the Ring
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: Want to see an angry nymph? Just imply that I own Tolkien's work. And believe me, an angry nymph is just as bad as an angry dragon. :) I see where huntresses got their attitude. It was me!
Chapter 17
"Duenya ana, Dain. My name is Phoenix." She gently lifted his arm to assess the damage caused by the wound. It was putrid, although some attempt had been made to clean it. "If you could turn over onto your side?" Grumbling, the dwarf complied with her request. Phoenix pulled away the velvety blankets and the sheet so that she could get to his side better. She gently peeled away the bandages that covered the wound. They were of no use now. Ember heated a pot of water that Vixen had brought in.
Soon the scent of marigolds filled the room, driving away the sickening sweetness of infection. The huntress used the fragrant liquid to bathe the wound, cleaning away the. acrid puss. Softly, she began to sing, in her native language.
"Sonya ria denara feylas. Ai loatta welae neva betra sonya.
Auia siy las sho darre, be liva ahn fueja."
Dain quieted under her gentle ministrations. The last of the puss the infection had caused was cleaned away, letting oxygen flood into the wound.
"Abale, di'la sestra sonyar liva va nocta."
Phoenix's hands found the metal that had caused all of this in the first place. She drew it out of the wound and continued to clean.
"Sonya ria denara feylas.
Abale, di'la sestra sonyar liva va nocta, be rema ne sho lija."
The dwarfs started when the fragrance of Kingsfoil filled the air, driving away the summertime scent of marigolds. She stitched the wound together to help it heal properly.
"Sonya ria denara feylas. Ai loatta welae neva betra sonya.
Auia siy las sho darre, be liva ahn fueja.
Abale, di'la sestra sonyar liva va nocta, be rema sho lija."
Phoenix placed a poultice about the injury before laying down a fresh bandage. A soft sigh escaped Dain as he rolled over onto his side. "Phoenix," he began, "what language was that?"
"The language was that of my people, the Colora Riviera." Her reply was gentle as she understood that his people had not had contact with hers since the middle of the Second Age. "It looses its flow when translated to common." She helped him to sit up and handed him a cup of tea.
"What did it mean?" Dain sounded very curious, causing her to smile.
"You are among friends. Those that would never betray you.
This is not the death but life by fire.
Dwarven King, don't give your life to darkness.
You are among friends.
Dwarven King, don't give your live to darkness but remain in the light.
You are among friends. Those that would never betray you.
This is not the death but life by fire.
Dwarven King don't give your life to darkness but remain in the light."
The last note died away, leaving the stone room in silence. She was right about it loosing a little of its flow in common. Phoenix shuddered. Images flashed to her mind from Talitha's. Good. Let the others know. A warm feeling answered her.
"Phoenix, are you all right?"
"I'm fine, Gimli. Talitha had something to tell me and couldn't wait until we got back. Speaking of which, we had better."
Ember chirped in agreement and herded the group together. "Safe journey." Dain called as they vanished between.
Talitha let out a happy chirp and flew into Phoenix's arms. "Talitha, sonyar vaa loja vadi loatta!" She exclaimed as she caught her. "Sonya'ri las ah hirata correla!" The laughter in her voice brightened the spirits of the hobbits and they came running. "Chadesera!" she cried as they tackled her with an enthusiastic hug. "It's...getting...hard...to...breathe." Instantly, they released her. "You've got quiet the grip. Don't worry, no harm's been done."
They gathered up the gear before heading out to their destination. The march took all day, even with the lesser dragons' encouragement. Half way through, the huntresses started singing softly. Traveling songs with a humorous base. Their mood lightened considerably with all the chuckling that was going on.
Once they reached the new campsite, they found considerable natural beauty and splendor. The tents were pitched at the far end, where it was a harder type of soil and plants didn't grow so well. A spring was nearby, providing fresh water. Green scattered with floral colors and wild grains filled most of the hideaway. Here they would not be spotted.
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: Want to see an angry nymph? Just imply that I own Tolkien's work. And believe me, an angry nymph is just as bad as an angry dragon. :) I see where huntresses got their attitude. It was me!
Chapter 17
"Duenya ana, Dain. My name is Phoenix." She gently lifted his arm to assess the damage caused by the wound. It was putrid, although some attempt had been made to clean it. "If you could turn over onto your side?" Grumbling, the dwarf complied with her request. Phoenix pulled away the velvety blankets and the sheet so that she could get to his side better. She gently peeled away the bandages that covered the wound. They were of no use now. Ember heated a pot of water that Vixen had brought in.
Soon the scent of marigolds filled the room, driving away the sickening sweetness of infection. The huntress used the fragrant liquid to bathe the wound, cleaning away the. acrid puss. Softly, she began to sing, in her native language.
"Sonya ria denara feylas. Ai loatta welae neva betra sonya.
Auia siy las sho darre, be liva ahn fueja."
Dain quieted under her gentle ministrations. The last of the puss the infection had caused was cleaned away, letting oxygen flood into the wound.
"Abale, di'la sestra sonyar liva va nocta."
Phoenix's hands found the metal that had caused all of this in the first place. She drew it out of the wound and continued to clean.
"Sonya ria denara feylas.
Abale, di'la sestra sonyar liva va nocta, be rema ne sho lija."
The dwarfs started when the fragrance of Kingsfoil filled the air, driving away the summertime scent of marigolds. She stitched the wound together to help it heal properly.
"Sonya ria denara feylas. Ai loatta welae neva betra sonya.
Auia siy las sho darre, be liva ahn fueja.
Abale, di'la sestra sonyar liva va nocta, be rema sho lija."
Phoenix placed a poultice about the injury before laying down a fresh bandage. A soft sigh escaped Dain as he rolled over onto his side. "Phoenix," he began, "what language was that?"
"The language was that of my people, the Colora Riviera." Her reply was gentle as she understood that his people had not had contact with hers since the middle of the Second Age. "It looses its flow when translated to common." She helped him to sit up and handed him a cup of tea.
"What did it mean?" Dain sounded very curious, causing her to smile.
"You are among friends. Those that would never betray you.
This is not the death but life by fire.
Dwarven King, don't give your life to darkness.
You are among friends.
Dwarven King, don't give your live to darkness but remain in the light.
You are among friends. Those that would never betray you.
This is not the death but life by fire.
Dwarven King don't give your life to darkness but remain in the light."
The last note died away, leaving the stone room in silence. She was right about it loosing a little of its flow in common. Phoenix shuddered. Images flashed to her mind from Talitha's. Good. Let the others know. A warm feeling answered her.
"Phoenix, are you all right?"
"I'm fine, Gimli. Talitha had something to tell me and couldn't wait until we got back. Speaking of which, we had better."
Ember chirped in agreement and herded the group together. "Safe journey." Dain called as they vanished between.
Talitha let out a happy chirp and flew into Phoenix's arms. "Talitha, sonyar vaa loja vadi loatta!" She exclaimed as she caught her. "Sonya'ri las ah hirata correla!" The laughter in her voice brightened the spirits of the hobbits and they came running. "Chadesera!" she cried as they tackled her with an enthusiastic hug. "It's...getting...hard...to...breathe." Instantly, they released her. "You've got quiet the grip. Don't worry, no harm's been done."
They gathered up the gear before heading out to their destination. The march took all day, even with the lesser dragons' encouragement. Half way through, the huntresses started singing softly. Traveling songs with a humorous base. Their mood lightened considerably with all the chuckling that was going on.
Once they reached the new campsite, they found considerable natural beauty and splendor. The tents were pitched at the far end, where it was a harder type of soil and plants didn't grow so well. A spring was nearby, providing fresh water. Green scattered with floral colors and wild grains filled most of the hideaway. Here they would not be spotted.