Legacy of the Ring
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: Not mine. What else could those lawyers want? A definition of fanfiction?
Fanfiction(n)-stories that are not real, created by the fans of a series of books, tv shows or movies. No money is made off of these stories, and they only own their specific plot lines and any characters or cultures they create. I hope they are happy now. I feel like a dictionary.
Chapter 19
Ember and Talitha wove among the clouds at a slightly lower altitude as they spotted the unit. With the silence born of long practice, the dwarves moved into position. Vines creaked, groaned and moaned, causing the unit of orcs to be wary. This place was known for rock slides. In anger, Magi kept them going. He didn't want to tell Sauron that his soldiers wouldn't fight. The results of such a report were painful, even lethal.
Unnoticed, the dragons continued their dance in the sky. Both folded their wings and dove before vanishing between. Vines snapped loudly, allowing pebbles, rocks and boulders to crash down the moutainside, collecting more in their descent. Dust rose into the air, billowing like smoke, as stone hit stone and effectively blocked retreat.
Above, not a dwarf was to be seen. The crafty, clever children of the Valar had hidden themselves among the dense cover near the scree of loose stones. Swearing in their native tongue, the orcs continued. By this time, both dragons had emerged from between.
Archers silently notched arrows into their bows. Legolas cast a concerned glance over to the hobbits. Nervous expressions were gracing their faces, yet they would give this battle everything they could. There was more to them than met the eye. In the sky, Talitha shot into a cloud as Ember dove. That was the signal they had been waiting for. Arrows flew from the sides of the channel, hewing down orcs as though they were grass. Panicked by the sudden attack, the unit thundered towards the only other exit, not knowing the fate that awaited them.
Phoenix glanced towards the dragons briefly. The nightingale's song came from her-alerting all within earshot that the enemy was coming. Swords were silently drawn and more arrows notched into the bows of huntresses and elves. When the orcs burst into view, another volley of arrows struck down more.
Magi snarled. What in the abyss is going on here? He knew that he'd been lucky so far. His elemental magic had protected him from the arrows that were wreaking havoc upon his unit. An arrow soared towards him, and he attempted to call upon fire magic to sear it to ashes. Nothing happened, he was inhibited from the magic of the elements! Gathering himself together, he leapt away from his position. All the volleys had stopped, which allowed him time to look about, yet quickly. Not an orc was left standing in the meadow. Those who had escaped the swordsmen in the borders of the forest were screaming as the Ents made sure that not one of them escaped. He was the only one left to fight on.
A man, four hobbits, an elf, a dwarf and a wizard approached him without fear. From the other side, a wall of huntresses from the elemental lines closed in. Fear was not an option for his weapons of use. Courage poured from them like water over its fall. Magi drew his sword before lunging at them. They easily evaded his initial charge and Aragorn's sword, Narsil, cut into the mage's barrel.
The burning slash angered Magi past all reason. His wild attack, the deadly swipes of his sword were preventing the others from fighting back. Blocking as best they could, they tried to keep themselves and each other alive.
From her perch in a nearby tree, Phoenix noticed how unguarded Magi was. Stealthily, she drew forth an arrow and notched it into her bow. "Satla ali ferah glasa fae sho arah ali auia noctil majh." Her target came into sharp focus. Once released, her arrow flew straight and true.
Magi stumbled back as the arrow penetrated his body. No! Who had any arrows left? He staggered about, bleeding profusely. The fire of life was leaving him by the power of the pure white volcanic glass. His sword slipped from his hand, falling to the earth. The blade shattered when it encountered the stones outside of Mordor. Blood dribbled down his chin as he collapsed, his eyes glazed over in death.
Phoenix leapt out of the tree and cantered over to them. "Don't touch the arrow. If you do, you could risk becoming as he was. White obsidian does not like holding an evil force and will try to get rid of it quickly, before it becomes black."
Aragorn looked her in the eye, startled. "You did this, Phoenix?"
"Siya." Her gaze turned to the now dead mage at their feet. "They called him Magi. He used his elemental magic darkly, which was how he was taken." I feel that he had something to do with Screech Owl's defection to the side of the Deciever. Her tone was distant, indifferent. She dealt with this killing the way that Prairie Song had.
Frodo cleared his throat to get her attention. "Now that I've seen a demonstration of your aim, I'm insisting that you wear some sort of armor. I have a feeling that you'll need it." His tone left little room for argument, even from one of her rank. Laughing, she agreed with him. If only to put their minds at ease, she would wear something to protect herself.
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: Not mine. What else could those lawyers want? A definition of fanfiction?
Fanfiction(n)-stories that are not real, created by the fans of a series of books, tv shows or movies. No money is made off of these stories, and they only own their specific plot lines and any characters or cultures they create. I hope they are happy now. I feel like a dictionary.
Chapter 19
Ember and Talitha wove among the clouds at a slightly lower altitude as they spotted the unit. With the silence born of long practice, the dwarves moved into position. Vines creaked, groaned and moaned, causing the unit of orcs to be wary. This place was known for rock slides. In anger, Magi kept them going. He didn't want to tell Sauron that his soldiers wouldn't fight. The results of such a report were painful, even lethal.
Unnoticed, the dragons continued their dance in the sky. Both folded their wings and dove before vanishing between. Vines snapped loudly, allowing pebbles, rocks and boulders to crash down the moutainside, collecting more in their descent. Dust rose into the air, billowing like smoke, as stone hit stone and effectively blocked retreat.
Above, not a dwarf was to be seen. The crafty, clever children of the Valar had hidden themselves among the dense cover near the scree of loose stones. Swearing in their native tongue, the orcs continued. By this time, both dragons had emerged from between.
Archers silently notched arrows into their bows. Legolas cast a concerned glance over to the hobbits. Nervous expressions were gracing their faces, yet they would give this battle everything they could. There was more to them than met the eye. In the sky, Talitha shot into a cloud as Ember dove. That was the signal they had been waiting for. Arrows flew from the sides of the channel, hewing down orcs as though they were grass. Panicked by the sudden attack, the unit thundered towards the only other exit, not knowing the fate that awaited them.
Phoenix glanced towards the dragons briefly. The nightingale's song came from her-alerting all within earshot that the enemy was coming. Swords were silently drawn and more arrows notched into the bows of huntresses and elves. When the orcs burst into view, another volley of arrows struck down more.
Magi snarled. What in the abyss is going on here? He knew that he'd been lucky so far. His elemental magic had protected him from the arrows that were wreaking havoc upon his unit. An arrow soared towards him, and he attempted to call upon fire magic to sear it to ashes. Nothing happened, he was inhibited from the magic of the elements! Gathering himself together, he leapt away from his position. All the volleys had stopped, which allowed him time to look about, yet quickly. Not an orc was left standing in the meadow. Those who had escaped the swordsmen in the borders of the forest were screaming as the Ents made sure that not one of them escaped. He was the only one left to fight on.
A man, four hobbits, an elf, a dwarf and a wizard approached him without fear. From the other side, a wall of huntresses from the elemental lines closed in. Fear was not an option for his weapons of use. Courage poured from them like water over its fall. Magi drew his sword before lunging at them. They easily evaded his initial charge and Aragorn's sword, Narsil, cut into the mage's barrel.
The burning slash angered Magi past all reason. His wild attack, the deadly swipes of his sword were preventing the others from fighting back. Blocking as best they could, they tried to keep themselves and each other alive.
From her perch in a nearby tree, Phoenix noticed how unguarded Magi was. Stealthily, she drew forth an arrow and notched it into her bow. "Satla ali ferah glasa fae sho arah ali auia noctil majh." Her target came into sharp focus. Once released, her arrow flew straight and true.
Magi stumbled back as the arrow penetrated his body. No! Who had any arrows left? He staggered about, bleeding profusely. The fire of life was leaving him by the power of the pure white volcanic glass. His sword slipped from his hand, falling to the earth. The blade shattered when it encountered the stones outside of Mordor. Blood dribbled down his chin as he collapsed, his eyes glazed over in death.
Phoenix leapt out of the tree and cantered over to them. "Don't touch the arrow. If you do, you could risk becoming as he was. White obsidian does not like holding an evil force and will try to get rid of it quickly, before it becomes black."
Aragorn looked her in the eye, startled. "You did this, Phoenix?"
"Siya." Her gaze turned to the now dead mage at their feet. "They called him Magi. He used his elemental magic darkly, which was how he was taken." I feel that he had something to do with Screech Owl's defection to the side of the Deciever. Her tone was distant, indifferent. She dealt with this killing the way that Prairie Song had.
Frodo cleared his throat to get her attention. "Now that I've seen a demonstration of your aim, I'm insisting that you wear some sort of armor. I have a feeling that you'll need it." His tone left little room for argument, even from one of her rank. Laughing, she agreed with him. If only to put their minds at ease, she would wear something to protect herself.