Legacy of the Ring
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: Whoever said that I owned Tolkien's work must have gotten into the eggnog.
Chapter 29
Phoenix grew pale as orcs, goblins and urak-high poured out of Barad-dur. Her resolve grew hard. She knew what could happen in this battle, in a land the Ents wouldn't even enter. Her sapphire blue eyes became hard and emotionless, hiding the light soul she held.
The black lands trembled beneath their feet as the dark army charged to meet them. Clouds of sooty blackness spouted from Mount Doom, driving much of the light away. Still, they could see and in seeing came the knowing of how large the enemy army was.
A sharp command, shouted in Sindaran, sounded. She notched an arrow into her bow and drew aim with the other archers. The second command cracked the eerie silence and the arrows flew true. Lesser dragons joined in the melee, flaming whatever got into their range of the enemy.
Volcanic Strike dodged the blade swung at him. The quarterstaff he held swung up into an unguarded abdomen, shattering the sternum. The orc staggered back and fell. That alone was proof of how lethal he was.
Phoenix fought alongside Legolas, the archers easily dispatching their foes with arrows. Quite suddenly, both ran out. They pulled the slip knots that kept their quivers on and drew their daggers with practice ease and grace. "Thea leu loatta weya ria las viagorana." She snorted, fixing her grip with ease.
"Sheria weya leana thora?" Legolas followed her example by checking his grip. Underestimating them was very dangerous. He slashed the throat of his attacker, allowing black blood to spray everywhere. Phoenix blocked a sword with hers and kicked him in the gut. He let out an agonized scream as something burst. His body fell to the ground with a dull thud and moved no more.
Lord Elrond and Aragorn found themselves back to back. The orcs were desperately trying to separate them. Their swords reflected the dim light as they defended themselves. Lesser dragons were keeping the others from breaking the front lines with their fire, talons and speed.
Two long wearying hours later, they had defeated the first wave of attack; the wave that had been the largest. A hundred Dark Huntresses poured out of Barad-dur, their lord and his daughter with them. The power o f the One Ring would not be stopped by them if he could help it. A great wind blew, knocking many over. Phoenix, surprisingly, remained on her hooves. She had been close to the wind's source, and yet was unharmed. That startled their enemies and pleased her allies.
The dark huntresses leapt into battle. One had aimed for Lord Elrond, not noticing the lesser dragon nearby. She then found herself with a face full of Talitha. Angrily, Talitha drove her back with talons and fire. Phoenix leapt away from where she'd been and sank one of her daggers deeply into the evil mare. "Lord Elrond, usa mi larji vaheta ve."
He steadied himself on her hind leg and stood. Searching Owl had leapt over as well and helped Aragorn to his feet. Shafts of light shot through the wounded dark huntress, forcing her into the range of an archer. All over the field, they were falling as their weaknesses and greater predictability was an asset to their enemies. Smoke curled from the lesser dragons as their anger increased.
An evil screech came from deep within the keep. "Roja Wrejas." Phoenix hissed. The hobbits quickly came to their friends. A huntress, an elemental mage, four hobbits, a wizard, a dwarf and the King of Men stood together against the darkness.
The Wraiths attacked, but found they were being repelled by the group. Phoenix then saw two spectral forms aiding them in their battle. "Boromir and Gollum! They're helping us!" She cried, blocking a blow. Talitha let out a burst of flame, catching one of the wraiths on fire. He fled as the huntress ducked and Gandalf's spell took hold. "Now!" She cried to her cousin.
Searching Owl was within their protective circle. "Parra ali eleyans. Eria, cerae va mi adhn!" Crystal rose from the ground, lit from within. It surrounded the wraiths, holding them still forcibly. Exhausted, the mage dropped to the ground. Ember latched onto him, vanishing between in an instant.
Sauron glowered at them. So, they used that colt's abilities to their advantage. His enraged gaze came to rest on Phoenix. What is it about her that reminds me of Prairie Song? Then he felt what was deep within. She's a Maia!? Unlike her ancestress, she's forsaken the Gift of Men. He turned to his daughter, confident that she could drive hope from Middle Earth by taking the life of the Gem. "My Dark Star, you may take the huntress."
"Yes, Father." Dark Stars glacial blue eyes grew angered. "Amakaiya amarhea, you are mine." She attacked and found herself blocked.
"I belong to no one, Dark Huntress." Phoenix's reply was hard and blunt, driving her enemy's rage to greater heights under the cloud covered sky. Dark Star snarled and drew forth her daggers. Blade met blade, drawing blue sparks from dwarfan forged metal against the metals of Mordor. Although the Huntress of Fire was younger, her skill was much greater as her instincts she trusted without reservation.
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: Whoever said that I owned Tolkien's work must have gotten into the eggnog.
Chapter 29
Phoenix grew pale as orcs, goblins and urak-high poured out of Barad-dur. Her resolve grew hard. She knew what could happen in this battle, in a land the Ents wouldn't even enter. Her sapphire blue eyes became hard and emotionless, hiding the light soul she held.
The black lands trembled beneath their feet as the dark army charged to meet them. Clouds of sooty blackness spouted from Mount Doom, driving much of the light away. Still, they could see and in seeing came the knowing of how large the enemy army was.
A sharp command, shouted in Sindaran, sounded. She notched an arrow into her bow and drew aim with the other archers. The second command cracked the eerie silence and the arrows flew true. Lesser dragons joined in the melee, flaming whatever got into their range of the enemy.
Volcanic Strike dodged the blade swung at him. The quarterstaff he held swung up into an unguarded abdomen, shattering the sternum. The orc staggered back and fell. That alone was proof of how lethal he was.
Phoenix fought alongside Legolas, the archers easily dispatching their foes with arrows. Quite suddenly, both ran out. They pulled the slip knots that kept their quivers on and drew their daggers with practice ease and grace. "Thea leu loatta weya ria las viagorana." She snorted, fixing her grip with ease.
"Sheria weya leana thora?" Legolas followed her example by checking his grip. Underestimating them was very dangerous. He slashed the throat of his attacker, allowing black blood to spray everywhere. Phoenix blocked a sword with hers and kicked him in the gut. He let out an agonized scream as something burst. His body fell to the ground with a dull thud and moved no more.
Lord Elrond and Aragorn found themselves back to back. The orcs were desperately trying to separate them. Their swords reflected the dim light as they defended themselves. Lesser dragons were keeping the others from breaking the front lines with their fire, talons and speed.
Two long wearying hours later, they had defeated the first wave of attack; the wave that had been the largest. A hundred Dark Huntresses poured out of Barad-dur, their lord and his daughter with them. The power o f the One Ring would not be stopped by them if he could help it. A great wind blew, knocking many over. Phoenix, surprisingly, remained on her hooves. She had been close to the wind's source, and yet was unharmed. That startled their enemies and pleased her allies.
The dark huntresses leapt into battle. One had aimed for Lord Elrond, not noticing the lesser dragon nearby. She then found herself with a face full of Talitha. Angrily, Talitha drove her back with talons and fire. Phoenix leapt away from where she'd been and sank one of her daggers deeply into the evil mare. "Lord Elrond, usa mi larji vaheta ve."
He steadied himself on her hind leg and stood. Searching Owl had leapt over as well and helped Aragorn to his feet. Shafts of light shot through the wounded dark huntress, forcing her into the range of an archer. All over the field, they were falling as their weaknesses and greater predictability was an asset to their enemies. Smoke curled from the lesser dragons as their anger increased.
An evil screech came from deep within the keep. "Roja Wrejas." Phoenix hissed. The hobbits quickly came to their friends. A huntress, an elemental mage, four hobbits, a wizard, a dwarf and the King of Men stood together against the darkness.
The Wraiths attacked, but found they were being repelled by the group. Phoenix then saw two spectral forms aiding them in their battle. "Boromir and Gollum! They're helping us!" She cried, blocking a blow. Talitha let out a burst of flame, catching one of the wraiths on fire. He fled as the huntress ducked and Gandalf's spell took hold. "Now!" She cried to her cousin.
Searching Owl was within their protective circle. "Parra ali eleyans. Eria, cerae va mi adhn!" Crystal rose from the ground, lit from within. It surrounded the wraiths, holding them still forcibly. Exhausted, the mage dropped to the ground. Ember latched onto him, vanishing between in an instant.
Sauron glowered at them. So, they used that colt's abilities to their advantage. His enraged gaze came to rest on Phoenix. What is it about her that reminds me of Prairie Song? Then he felt what was deep within. She's a Maia!? Unlike her ancestress, she's forsaken the Gift of Men. He turned to his daughter, confident that she could drive hope from Middle Earth by taking the life of the Gem. "My Dark Star, you may take the huntress."
"Yes, Father." Dark Stars glacial blue eyes grew angered. "Amakaiya amarhea, you are mine." She attacked and found herself blocked.
"I belong to no one, Dark Huntress." Phoenix's reply was hard and blunt, driving her enemy's rage to greater heights under the cloud covered sky. Dark Star snarled and drew forth her daggers. Blade met blade, drawing blue sparks from dwarfan forged metal against the metals of Mordor. Although the Huntress of Fire was younger, her skill was much greater as her instincts she trusted without reservation.