Legacy of the Ring
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: Let me see... Is anything done by Tolkien mine? Nope! I only have a copy of one of his books!
Chapter 22
The group from the Colora Riviera faded into the shadowed forest. "I know my grandfather. He won't leave until he's sure that I'm safe." Something else is wrong. He was so furious earlier, about me befriending Riharan. Did Leala do something to him to make him see the error of his ways? Her gaze shifted to the sky. Even now, dark clouds belched out of Mordor. These clouds were trying to block out the light of day.
Samwise noticed her unease and placed his hand on her leg. "What is it?" His voice pulled her back.
"Something doesn't feel right." A fine shudder ran through her. "I know he wouldn't have come so soon unless Leala showed him how wrong he was. And there's something I can't quite pin down." Phoenix pawed the ground with her hoof. A wind blew over the camp, lifting her raven black hair and blowing it about her gracefully.
Her eyes slid shut as she listened to the voices borne by the wind. "Where's Frodo?" Her sudden query startled him. "The spirits say that he is in trouble." Phoenix opened her eyes and tightened her grip on her bow before bolting into a dead gallop. Samwise was startled to find himself riding her. He clung like a leech, fearing falling. The huntress's agility served her well as she dodged the others in their company and the tents. Then, the danger made itself clear to Sam as well. His grip tightened, prompting her to go even faster. Racing towards their endangered friend, they left the camp behind them to deal with the coming orcs.
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Frodo stood with his back pressed against the pockmarked cliff side. He had Sting drawn and kept his eyes on the blades the wraiths bore. A dark laugh sounded from above. "You can't win, Halfling. Here you stand alone." Choosing not to let the words of the Dark Huntress get to him, he expertly blocked the Wraith's sword with his own. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a golden-and-black streak making its way up the mountain. He shoved the wraith back with foot and sword. Sting began to glow, with a blue light. Orcs! Eleboreth, the camp! Frustrated, Frodo shoved another back.
An arrow whined through the air and struck the very one he'd shoved. "Phoenix, le siy sonya!" The huntress nodded as the wraiths turned to see who had shot their brother. Agonized shrieks came from those closest to her, as her light was akin to that of elves.
Talitha flew up and flamed the one with the arrow sticking out of his arm, causing panic to spread through them. They fled from the lesser dragon, fearing the fire she carried within her. A group that now numbered four faced the Dark Huntress before them. "Sha siy ali Mordor." Phoenix hissed. The hobbits with her became even more guarded.
She laughed and leapt down. "You are not the only ones in danger. The Fellowship of the Ring will be destroyed!"
Phoenix drew forth an arrow and notched it into her bow. Aim was drawn upon the dark one. "Why do you think the Wraiths were in pain when they saw me? Take a good look, Dark Huntress, exiled from the light."
A strangled gasp escaped her as she backed up to the shattered stone behind her. The Huntress of Fire before her stood firm on the ground that was covered in loose stone. Then her eyes fell on the necklace she wore. "As Prairie Song was, so are you. A friend to those despicable elves."
Irritated, the princess sighed. "You missed the point." She loosened her hold and the arrow struck its target dead-center. "I will not let you harm my friends." As the white obsidian drained her life away, she started to see them glow with light. Phoenix lay down to allow the hobbits on her back. "Now see a Huntress of the Line of Fire as they did." The land around her grew darker. The princess shone with an incredible light. Purity was hers as well as the elves'.
Gracefully, the huntress rose to her hooves and bolted down the mountainside, not even bothering with the trail. Speed was needed now, not caution. Phoenix dodged the trees, ravines and boulders with the ease of long practice. She had done something similar to this in the mountains near the southwestern edge of Harlindon. Now, all that practice was put to good use as she shot the orcs within her range. They had to get to the camp in time. Courage lent wings to her hooves and they practically flew over the ground.
Phoenix ploughed to a halt, showering their enemies with sticks, stones, and mud. Her passengers leapt off to fight on foot. One orc tried to follow them, then saw a hoof come at him from the corner of his eye. Too late, he tried to dodge. A hoof, as hard as rock, hit the side of his head in a lethal blow. The huntress landed from her leap and fired another arrow after dodging one aimed for her. She reached back with her hand. Veorina! I'm out of arrows! This was now a desperate situation.
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: Let me see... Is anything done by Tolkien mine? Nope! I only have a copy of one of his books!
Chapter 22
The group from the Colora Riviera faded into the shadowed forest. "I know my grandfather. He won't leave until he's sure that I'm safe." Something else is wrong. He was so furious earlier, about me befriending Riharan. Did Leala do something to him to make him see the error of his ways? Her gaze shifted to the sky. Even now, dark clouds belched out of Mordor. These clouds were trying to block out the light of day.
Samwise noticed her unease and placed his hand on her leg. "What is it?" His voice pulled her back.
"Something doesn't feel right." A fine shudder ran through her. "I know he wouldn't have come so soon unless Leala showed him how wrong he was. And there's something I can't quite pin down." Phoenix pawed the ground with her hoof. A wind blew over the camp, lifting her raven black hair and blowing it about her gracefully.
Her eyes slid shut as she listened to the voices borne by the wind. "Where's Frodo?" Her sudden query startled him. "The spirits say that he is in trouble." Phoenix opened her eyes and tightened her grip on her bow before bolting into a dead gallop. Samwise was startled to find himself riding her. He clung like a leech, fearing falling. The huntress's agility served her well as she dodged the others in their company and the tents. Then, the danger made itself clear to Sam as well. His grip tightened, prompting her to go even faster. Racing towards their endangered friend, they left the camp behind them to deal with the coming orcs.
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Frodo stood with his back pressed against the pockmarked cliff side. He had Sting drawn and kept his eyes on the blades the wraiths bore. A dark laugh sounded from above. "You can't win, Halfling. Here you stand alone." Choosing not to let the words of the Dark Huntress get to him, he expertly blocked the Wraith's sword with his own. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a golden-and-black streak making its way up the mountain. He shoved the wraith back with foot and sword. Sting began to glow, with a blue light. Orcs! Eleboreth, the camp! Frustrated, Frodo shoved another back.
An arrow whined through the air and struck the very one he'd shoved. "Phoenix, le siy sonya!" The huntress nodded as the wraiths turned to see who had shot their brother. Agonized shrieks came from those closest to her, as her light was akin to that of elves.
Talitha flew up and flamed the one with the arrow sticking out of his arm, causing panic to spread through them. They fled from the lesser dragon, fearing the fire she carried within her. A group that now numbered four faced the Dark Huntress before them. "Sha siy ali Mordor." Phoenix hissed. The hobbits with her became even more guarded.
She laughed and leapt down. "You are not the only ones in danger. The Fellowship of the Ring will be destroyed!"
Phoenix drew forth an arrow and notched it into her bow. Aim was drawn upon the dark one. "Why do you think the Wraiths were in pain when they saw me? Take a good look, Dark Huntress, exiled from the light."
A strangled gasp escaped her as she backed up to the shattered stone behind her. The Huntress of Fire before her stood firm on the ground that was covered in loose stone. Then her eyes fell on the necklace she wore. "As Prairie Song was, so are you. A friend to those despicable elves."
Irritated, the princess sighed. "You missed the point." She loosened her hold and the arrow struck its target dead-center. "I will not let you harm my friends." As the white obsidian drained her life away, she started to see them glow with light. Phoenix lay down to allow the hobbits on her back. "Now see a Huntress of the Line of Fire as they did." The land around her grew darker. The princess shone with an incredible light. Purity was hers as well as the elves'.
Gracefully, the huntress rose to her hooves and bolted down the mountainside, not even bothering with the trail. Speed was needed now, not caution. Phoenix dodged the trees, ravines and boulders with the ease of long practice. She had done something similar to this in the mountains near the southwestern edge of Harlindon. Now, all that practice was put to good use as she shot the orcs within her range. They had to get to the camp in time. Courage lent wings to her hooves and they practically flew over the ground.
Phoenix ploughed to a halt, showering their enemies with sticks, stones, and mud. Her passengers leapt off to fight on foot. One orc tried to follow them, then saw a hoof come at him from the corner of his eye. Too late, he tried to dodge. A hoof, as hard as rock, hit the side of his head in a lethal blow. The huntress landed from her leap and fired another arrow after dodging one aimed for her. She reached back with her hand. Veorina! I'm out of arrows! This was now a desperate situation.