Legacy of the Ring
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: Is my name on any of the books? ::looks at them:: Nope! Not unless my name is Tolkien, which it isn't!
Chapter 23
Phoenix dodged the orc that had taken a swing at her. His sword whistled through the air and became embedded in the ground. So, he thinks I'm defenseless. Time to show him that I am a lethal weapon. His next swing was intercepted as she caught the flat of the blade between her hands. The stresses she placed upon the blade were too much for it; causing it to shatter. Angrily, he drew out a dagger. He lunged at her, yet found himself on the ground with a sharp pain shooting through his arm. "Uroc, sonya'ri ah belath."
He leapt back to his feet, anger dancing in his evil red eyes. His second attempt saw his arm pinned behind his back. A sharp blow broke the bone before she leapt away. Painfully, he switched hands. "Huntress," he sneared, "you will die!"
"E di'la losha soh, uroc." She then switched to common, wanting him to understand what she was about to say. "I know you were an elf once. If you so choose, you could be one again." Phoenix dodged his next attack. "So you have chosen." Blackness consumed his vision and a sharp pain laced its way through his skull. Then, he knew no more.
A sharp outcry prompted her to leap over to the hobbits. She easily dodged the shattered portion of the tents, and kept her footing on ground made slippery by blood. It was a urak-high that they were having trouble with. The huntress swung her bow, catching him on the back on his knees. This caused the evil creature to fall, thus allowing the hobbits an advantage. Mud sprayed all over the place as the struggle ensued.
A bundle of arrows was tossed to her; arrows of elven make. The command to help Aragorn reached her before the noise became to great. She took off at a gallop, using the martial arts to clear herself a path through the battle.
Aragorn blinked in shock when he noticed the arrow stuck in the neck of the orc that had him cornered. Slowly, the creature slumped to the ground, eyes fixed upon the elven arrow that had killed him. Talitha set another ablaze when he tried to take advantage of the lapse in the Dunedain's concentration. She roared in rage, smoke billowing from her. Only then did he notice Phoenix standing next to him. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, Aragorn." She wielded her bow expertly, using the metal encased portion to divert an arrow from its trajectory. Even with the expertese she had in using the weapons she bore, she was soon out of arrows. All were tired and they were in desperate need of help. A volley of arrows came from from the forest, surprising the orcs. A tired laugh escaped Phoenix. "Gregolo. E losha le."
Suddenly, a brilliant light shot out of Searching Owl. The only surviving orcs grew even more angry. One drew its sword upon Phoenix and Aragorn. Suddenly, a streak of steel gray crashed into her, knocking both of them over. With a snarl, the orc twisted his sword and withdrew it. Bright red blood spilled onto the ground, mixing with the black blood of orcs and the mud created by it. The stallion collapsed.
Phoenix shot to her hooves and her hoof crashed into the side of the orc's head. He went flying, convulsed once and lay still. "Gregolo," she sobbed as she dropped to the ground and held his hand in hers. "Anari?"
Thunderbird tightened his grip on his granddaughter's hand. "Phoenix, E cara're sarlea sonya vaa tanra las va." He coughed harshly and lay still. She pried her hand out of his dead grip, an angered light in her eyes.
"Tinuviel." Aragorn whispered, bringing her control back. The one that had killed her grandfather was already dead. Her sharp cry alerted the others to what had happened to the chief.
Only one orc escaped to the forest, and he was intercepted by ents. Phoenix collapsed to the ground, crystalline tears running down her face, painting tracks in the dust of battle she wore. Volcanic Strike came up to his sister and pulled her to her hooves. "Terea siy euella!"
She pulled free, turning a sorrowfull angered gaze to him. "Different people deal with grief in different ways, Volcanic Strike."
Many lesser dragons put themselves to work by clearing away the dead orcs and dropping them in a volcano. Not a sound was made for them; as they were to be forgotten. Together, those who had survived the battle would get ready for the mass funeral. Each custom would be followed.
Phoenix vanished into her tent. He was so stubborn. She washed the dust and grime off of herself as her brother performed his duty. It was up to the eldest son or grandson to prepare the head of the family for the journey. She pulled on the outfit that she had hoped she would never have to wear in this company. One that was in the cut of mourning, stained black with coal. Reaching around, she braided a single lock of her tail. "I will never forget you."
Later, she emerged from her tent. They went to the site selected and settled. Winter Serenity and Gandalf signaled for silence. "The burial traditions of each people will be followed in this ceremony." The Gatekeeper declared.
Gandalf nodded to the elves. As the firstborn of the Valar, they had the right to go first. Their mourning chant rose in Sindaran as the pyres beneath their fallen comrades were lit. Tears streamed down the faces of all, not just those counted as elf-friends.Those that had died were close to the entire unit. At last, the notes died away and the dwarfs had their turn. The mourning chant that came from them had a very different quality than that of the elves had.
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: Is my name on any of the books? ::looks at them:: Nope! Not unless my name is Tolkien, which it isn't!
Chapter 23
Phoenix dodged the orc that had taken a swing at her. His sword whistled through the air and became embedded in the ground. So, he thinks I'm defenseless. Time to show him that I am a lethal weapon. His next swing was intercepted as she caught the flat of the blade between her hands. The stresses she placed upon the blade were too much for it; causing it to shatter. Angrily, he drew out a dagger. He lunged at her, yet found himself on the ground with a sharp pain shooting through his arm. "Uroc, sonya'ri ah belath."
He leapt back to his feet, anger dancing in his evil red eyes. His second attempt saw his arm pinned behind his back. A sharp blow broke the bone before she leapt away. Painfully, he switched hands. "Huntress," he sneared, "you will die!"
"E di'la losha soh, uroc." She then switched to common, wanting him to understand what she was about to say. "I know you were an elf once. If you so choose, you could be one again." Phoenix dodged his next attack. "So you have chosen." Blackness consumed his vision and a sharp pain laced its way through his skull. Then, he knew no more.
A sharp outcry prompted her to leap over to the hobbits. She easily dodged the shattered portion of the tents, and kept her footing on ground made slippery by blood. It was a urak-high that they were having trouble with. The huntress swung her bow, catching him on the back on his knees. This caused the evil creature to fall, thus allowing the hobbits an advantage. Mud sprayed all over the place as the struggle ensued.
A bundle of arrows was tossed to her; arrows of elven make. The command to help Aragorn reached her before the noise became to great. She took off at a gallop, using the martial arts to clear herself a path through the battle.
Aragorn blinked in shock when he noticed the arrow stuck in the neck of the orc that had him cornered. Slowly, the creature slumped to the ground, eyes fixed upon the elven arrow that had killed him. Talitha set another ablaze when he tried to take advantage of the lapse in the Dunedain's concentration. She roared in rage, smoke billowing from her. Only then did he notice Phoenix standing next to him. "Thank you."
"You're welcome, Aragorn." She wielded her bow expertly, using the metal encased portion to divert an arrow from its trajectory. Even with the expertese she had in using the weapons she bore, she was soon out of arrows. All were tired and they were in desperate need of help. A volley of arrows came from from the forest, surprising the orcs. A tired laugh escaped Phoenix. "Gregolo. E losha le."
Suddenly, a brilliant light shot out of Searching Owl. The only surviving orcs grew even more angry. One drew its sword upon Phoenix and Aragorn. Suddenly, a streak of steel gray crashed into her, knocking both of them over. With a snarl, the orc twisted his sword and withdrew it. Bright red blood spilled onto the ground, mixing with the black blood of orcs and the mud created by it. The stallion collapsed.
Phoenix shot to her hooves and her hoof crashed into the side of the orc's head. He went flying, convulsed once and lay still. "Gregolo," she sobbed as she dropped to the ground and held his hand in hers. "Anari?"
Thunderbird tightened his grip on his granddaughter's hand. "Phoenix, E cara're sarlea sonya vaa tanra las va." He coughed harshly and lay still. She pried her hand out of his dead grip, an angered light in her eyes.
"Tinuviel." Aragorn whispered, bringing her control back. The one that had killed her grandfather was already dead. Her sharp cry alerted the others to what had happened to the chief.
Only one orc escaped to the forest, and he was intercepted by ents. Phoenix collapsed to the ground, crystalline tears running down her face, painting tracks in the dust of battle she wore. Volcanic Strike came up to his sister and pulled her to her hooves. "Terea siy euella!"
She pulled free, turning a sorrowfull angered gaze to him. "Different people deal with grief in different ways, Volcanic Strike."
Many lesser dragons put themselves to work by clearing away the dead orcs and dropping them in a volcano. Not a sound was made for them; as they were to be forgotten. Together, those who had survived the battle would get ready for the mass funeral. Each custom would be followed.
Phoenix vanished into her tent. He was so stubborn. She washed the dust and grime off of herself as her brother performed his duty. It was up to the eldest son or grandson to prepare the head of the family for the journey. She pulled on the outfit that she had hoped she would never have to wear in this company. One that was in the cut of mourning, stained black with coal. Reaching around, she braided a single lock of her tail. "I will never forget you."
Later, she emerged from her tent. They went to the site selected and settled. Winter Serenity and Gandalf signaled for silence. "The burial traditions of each people will be followed in this ceremony." The Gatekeeper declared.
Gandalf nodded to the elves. As the firstborn of the Valar, they had the right to go first. Their mourning chant rose in Sindaran as the pyres beneath their fallen comrades were lit. Tears streamed down the faces of all, not just those counted as elf-friends.Those that had died were close to the entire unit. At last, the notes died away and the dwarfs had their turn. The mourning chant that came from them had a very different quality than that of the elves had.