Legacy of the Ring
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be.
Chapter 20
Phoenix looked, in awe, at what had been given to her. It had taken a collaboration of the four races to create an armor that a huntress could wear without a negative effect on her speed. The leather was cured in a natural hue, one that wouldn't clash with her coloring. The shirt went down to where horse met human to protect any vulnerable areas. Mithril lined the inside of the leather so she wouldn't shine like a beacon in the night. Even the wide shoulder straps and lower arm guards were lined.
It was definitely suited to her physic. Subtle patterns danced across it, adding to its beauty. She expressed her gratitude and they urged her to try it on. Silently, Phoenix lifted them into her arms and vanished into her tent. The huntress pulled off her shirt and folded it, leaving her undergarment where it was. "Phoenix," Legolas called from the opening. "Please be quick. Aragorn needs to see you."
"I'll be there, my friend." She pulled on her armor and was surprised by its comfort. After pullling on her arm guards, she emerged. The craftmasters stared at her in awe, feeling that she was now like a Maia returned to Middle Earth. "Excuse me." The group scattered like snowflakes blown by the wind. Phoenix gracefully cantered to the briefing tent. "You wished to see me?" Her query caused Aragorn to turn around.
"Thank you for coming so quickly Phoenix. Your grandfather is here." He stepped aside, revealing High Chief Thunderbird. The stallion rose to his hooves and approached his granddaughter.
"I want you to come home. This war isn't our place." His tone was firm. An argument would not be tolerated very well.
"Gregolo," she sighed, "what happens to Middle Earth will effect us. We, too, are Children of the Valar. It is up to all the races to protect this world. I have abandoned the isolationist attitude. I have heard the call of my ancestress and have answered. I became part of the Fellowship of the Ring.
Never before had he seen her so determined. What had gotten into her? Aragorn met the confused chieftain's gaze. "Phoenix knows the risks of war. Still, she bears the scar of the first battle she had ever seen."
"Nanar?!"
"Have you forgotten what happened fourteen years ago, Gregolo? The time the orcs killed my parents? Aragorn, son of Arathorn is the Dunedain that saved my life. It is time to choose: friendship or self-imposed exile."
The shock on his face was plain to see. His mouth was slightly opened, eyes wide. He was even resting on his hocks from the force of her words. There was a great strength within her, one that would've made her mother proud. "Come, I have something to show you." Phoenix led him from the pavilion and into the camp. Volcanic Strike looked up from the ground and lunged to her, instantly wrapping her in a hug.
"Phoenix, E leu're E welae las se sonya tiara!" He pulled back to get a better look at her. She was wearing something different from when she had set out. What was going on? The huntress placed her hand over his mouth to silence him.
"Brother of mine, speak the common tongue among this company." Her command was voiced softly. They followed her to another area, where some of the soldiers were practicing. The four known races of Middle Earth were together, learning from eachother with ease. "All peoples can get along. See the dwarfs and the elves? The ancient war is left behind. They have become friends."
"Phoenix!" Pippin exclaimed as he raced up to her. She caught him as he leapt up to hug her. Laughter flowed from her like water as she returned his gesture of affection.
"Chadesera, Pippin." Her laughter was still showing through her voice. Meriadoc nearly knocked her down with his hug. "Chadesera, Merry. Are you doing this on purpose? Another Took-Brandybuck special?" Finally, she dissolved into another fit of giggles. The soldiers who had seen the prank joined in, understanding the unusual nature of their friendship. It left her grandfather and brother a little perplexed. Such strong friendships were not forged overnight.
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be.
Chapter 20
Phoenix looked, in awe, at what had been given to her. It had taken a collaboration of the four races to create an armor that a huntress could wear without a negative effect on her speed. The leather was cured in a natural hue, one that wouldn't clash with her coloring. The shirt went down to where horse met human to protect any vulnerable areas. Mithril lined the inside of the leather so she wouldn't shine like a beacon in the night. Even the wide shoulder straps and lower arm guards were lined.
It was definitely suited to her physic. Subtle patterns danced across it, adding to its beauty. She expressed her gratitude and they urged her to try it on. Silently, Phoenix lifted them into her arms and vanished into her tent. The huntress pulled off her shirt and folded it, leaving her undergarment where it was. "Phoenix," Legolas called from the opening. "Please be quick. Aragorn needs to see you."
"I'll be there, my friend." She pulled on her armor and was surprised by its comfort. After pullling on her arm guards, she emerged. The craftmasters stared at her in awe, feeling that she was now like a Maia returned to Middle Earth. "Excuse me." The group scattered like snowflakes blown by the wind. Phoenix gracefully cantered to the briefing tent. "You wished to see me?" Her query caused Aragorn to turn around.
"Thank you for coming so quickly Phoenix. Your grandfather is here." He stepped aside, revealing High Chief Thunderbird. The stallion rose to his hooves and approached his granddaughter.
"I want you to come home. This war isn't our place." His tone was firm. An argument would not be tolerated very well.
"Gregolo," she sighed, "what happens to Middle Earth will effect us. We, too, are Children of the Valar. It is up to all the races to protect this world. I have abandoned the isolationist attitude. I have heard the call of my ancestress and have answered. I became part of the Fellowship of the Ring.
Never before had he seen her so determined. What had gotten into her? Aragorn met the confused chieftain's gaze. "Phoenix knows the risks of war. Still, she bears the scar of the first battle she had ever seen."
"Nanar?!"
"Have you forgotten what happened fourteen years ago, Gregolo? The time the orcs killed my parents? Aragorn, son of Arathorn is the Dunedain that saved my life. It is time to choose: friendship or self-imposed exile."
The shock on his face was plain to see. His mouth was slightly opened, eyes wide. He was even resting on his hocks from the force of her words. There was a great strength within her, one that would've made her mother proud. "Come, I have something to show you." Phoenix led him from the pavilion and into the camp. Volcanic Strike looked up from the ground and lunged to her, instantly wrapping her in a hug.
"Phoenix, E leu're E welae las se sonya tiara!" He pulled back to get a better look at her. She was wearing something different from when she had set out. What was going on? The huntress placed her hand over his mouth to silence him.
"Brother of mine, speak the common tongue among this company." Her command was voiced softly. They followed her to another area, where some of the soldiers were practicing. The four known races of Middle Earth were together, learning from eachother with ease. "All peoples can get along. See the dwarfs and the elves? The ancient war is left behind. They have become friends."
"Phoenix!" Pippin exclaimed as he raced up to her. She caught him as he leapt up to hug her. Laughter flowed from her like water as she returned his gesture of affection.
"Chadesera, Pippin." Her laughter was still showing through her voice. Meriadoc nearly knocked her down with his hug. "Chadesera, Merry. Are you doing this on purpose? Another Took-Brandybuck special?" Finally, she dissolved into another fit of giggles. The soldiers who had seen the prank joined in, understanding the unusual nature of their friendship. It left her grandfather and brother a little perplexed. Such strong friendships were not forged overnight.