Dragon Witch
By Nezumi
Chapter Seventeen: Dragon
We all are so different and yet the same. Many beings who hate each other to the last bone are so alike they themselves cannot see such. Mostly the two sides are too stubborn to see such. They hold each other in contempt until their deaths, regretting it. However, complete opposites often fight as well, yet they also attract. So couldn't it be concluded the enemy be loved as well?
Legolas smiled as his nurse elf, whom he'd loved dearly since the day he had been entrusted in her care, sharpened her sword. Amaryllis and Grian may not like each other, he smiled, but he supposed there was reason—both were so different. Grian so quiet, and Amaryllis always had been out spoken and boyish almost. "Amaryllis why do you hate Grian so much?"
The elf looked up, "There is something that 'tisn't right about her I swear to you." She truthfully did have a soft spot for Legolas and had let her heart slip into the young elf's hands, unknowingly to him of course. She intended to keep it that way. It wasn't so good to get attached to one who was likely to die.
"Why are you sharpening your sword?"
The sun was sucked below the horizon, as if disappearing from their eyes, and George Gamgee ran up to Legolas breathing hard. He'd run—as usual. "My lord! My lord! An army from the east! An army from the west!"
"You make no sense George," he stated, inclining an eyebrow.
"I may not, but there's so mighty PISSED OFF dwarves storming towards THIS establishment and I want someone to protect the DAMN THING. And there's them orcs comin' from the east and Lady Galadriel is set to arrive!"
Amaryllis looked at Legolas, and told him, "Simply? That's why."
The castle turned into an uproar the weapon smith just shook his head solemnly and went to protecting his masonry. Gandalf the Grey sat on the roof with Pippin and Merry, shaking his head, "I'll get her I will."
"Get who?" Pippin asked.
"The witch. She's the cause of all this! Black Queen why shan't you reveal yourself to me?"
Oh I shall, the voice said. Should like a form that you can shoot Gandalf the Gutless? Or should you like me in person? I see which desire more, so I shall send myself to you, in that form. Pausing briefly as Gandalf cursed her name, she began again. Of course I caused the war between elves and dwarves, everyone needs a little chaos. You taught me that so well.
Merry suddenly dropped his roll, "Um, Gandalf? We have a slight difficulty here…"
"Yes?" he whipped around, and the hobbit pointed up. "Dragon? Where'd it come from?" The man reached for his staff, slightly frightened, hoping sincerely it was not the witch herself. Fear was a valid feeling, for it was her power that could destroy him and this entire world. It would if Galadriel did not appear soon, for they couldn't hold this enemy at bay much longer. Further more, it seemed to him that she was but taunting them like a child does to the puppy with a biscuit.
The air seemed bloody as the elves poured from the walls, dwarves gave war bellows that so many of their friends knew too well. The sliver of the crescent moon streamed down from the heavens onto the proclaimed battlefield, and three forces collided at one point. Legolas grimaced as he saw atop the great pony sat his best friend, and he whispered closing his eyes, "It is true then, she has taken your mind."
Haldir the elected scout of the party rode ahead to find, overlooking the palace of Mirkwood a battle waged. Elves, dwarves, and oddly enough orcs. "Orcs," he whispered, vehemence raging in his voice. "I've got to stop Galadriel." Do not worry my huntsmen, I know, Galadriel whispered to him in his mind. And I know who's causing it. Help whichever side you should chose, but keep in mind that Gimli and the rest of the dwarves are quite possessed by this evil we face. And watch the axe being thrown at your head. The elf ducked as such an object seared over his head, and galloped into the herd of orcs, shooting as he went before loosing the steed. "Legolas," he breathed climbing the walls to the window in which his friend stood. "At least shoot the orcs."
"I should know who she is, but I can't figure her out!" the king of Mirkwood shook his head, dismayed. "She's under my nose! And she's mocking me."
"Forget the Black Queen, kill her army," Haldir hissed. "Or the dragon that's trying to kill the Narya ring bearer! Elrond sent a scroll you really need to see, as well…"
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…"
"You curse this ground," he told the dragon. "Who do you think you are?"
In an ancient rumble Gandalf and the Firstborn alone could decipher, the golden dragon spoke in a grand, rolling voice its firey amber eyes piercing the Maia, "I think I am gold only because you made me so."
Pippin with all his blind courage, did not stand still, he grabbed a rock and threw it squarely at the dragon between the eyes, it hissed turning to him. "Gandalf! Its-its-its got Mr. Elrond's RING!"
The dragon smiled, if dragon's could smile, the glittering scales nearly blinding, and turned to its maker, "Gandalf, you taught almost all I know— "
"I never taught you to be brutal."
"Nay, not directly, but you were the cause," the dragon replied. " Give me Narya. Give me fire!"
"You may suck my soul from my body, but I'll never give you Narya!" Gandalf replied and as the dragon shot the firey blow of which was directed to scorch his skin he reflected it with a rubied ring, and the orcs below screamed in agony as their skin and armor fire. The dragon hissed and disappeared into thin air with a great cry of defeat, but it retained that it would seek revenge.
The dwarves suddenly pulled back from the elves and Gimli signaled, with his axe to retreat towards his mountain fortress. Legolas hit his head, the arrows that came from his bow struck one dwarf—probably innocent, never hunting elves before this queen had corrupted their poor minds. "What do you bring?"
"This scroll that contains information on a ring not forged with other three elven, but one forged by dwarves for the elves in mockery," Haldir replied. "And this ring, long forgotten had found its way into Lothlórien, but sadly Elrond was not aware of this. Oddly enough as well, the strain has taken on Elrond's mind, he failed to mention that his ring—Vilya—has been stolen from his hand."
Drawing down the scroll, he followed it with his eyes very carefully, "The Ring of Spirits. It controls Valinor."
"Yes," Haldir nodded solemnly.
"Who has it?"
"The Black Queen. And if it gives you any clues, I should tell you that upon the ring-bearer's own free will she has resurrected Celebrian."
.-*-.
A.N. This is the explanation of Celebrian traveling with them. I decided I was going to put a new twist on the story. Anyways, flame me, compliment me, or give me constructive criticism (I really like that! ^.^) 'Kay? Thank ya all!
Disclaimer -.- Bite me.
E-Mail messy@usa.com
Written on February 11th, 2002! The only reason that matters is that its me good friend Lady Une's birthday! She wants people to review her stories too!
By Nezumi
Chapter Seventeen: Dragon
We all are so different and yet the same. Many beings who hate each other to the last bone are so alike they themselves cannot see such. Mostly the two sides are too stubborn to see such. They hold each other in contempt until their deaths, regretting it. However, complete opposites often fight as well, yet they also attract. So couldn't it be concluded the enemy be loved as well?
Legolas smiled as his nurse elf, whom he'd loved dearly since the day he had been entrusted in her care, sharpened her sword. Amaryllis and Grian may not like each other, he smiled, but he supposed there was reason—both were so different. Grian so quiet, and Amaryllis always had been out spoken and boyish almost. "Amaryllis why do you hate Grian so much?"
The elf looked up, "There is something that 'tisn't right about her I swear to you." She truthfully did have a soft spot for Legolas and had let her heart slip into the young elf's hands, unknowingly to him of course. She intended to keep it that way. It wasn't so good to get attached to one who was likely to die.
"Why are you sharpening your sword?"
The sun was sucked below the horizon, as if disappearing from their eyes, and George Gamgee ran up to Legolas breathing hard. He'd run—as usual. "My lord! My lord! An army from the east! An army from the west!"
"You make no sense George," he stated, inclining an eyebrow.
"I may not, but there's so mighty PISSED OFF dwarves storming towards THIS establishment and I want someone to protect the DAMN THING. And there's them orcs comin' from the east and Lady Galadriel is set to arrive!"
Amaryllis looked at Legolas, and told him, "Simply? That's why."
The castle turned into an uproar the weapon smith just shook his head solemnly and went to protecting his masonry. Gandalf the Grey sat on the roof with Pippin and Merry, shaking his head, "I'll get her I will."
"Get who?" Pippin asked.
"The witch. She's the cause of all this! Black Queen why shan't you reveal yourself to me?"
Oh I shall, the voice said. Should like a form that you can shoot Gandalf the Gutless? Or should you like me in person? I see which desire more, so I shall send myself to you, in that form. Pausing briefly as Gandalf cursed her name, she began again. Of course I caused the war between elves and dwarves, everyone needs a little chaos. You taught me that so well.
Merry suddenly dropped his roll, "Um, Gandalf? We have a slight difficulty here…"
"Yes?" he whipped around, and the hobbit pointed up. "Dragon? Where'd it come from?" The man reached for his staff, slightly frightened, hoping sincerely it was not the witch herself. Fear was a valid feeling, for it was her power that could destroy him and this entire world. It would if Galadriel did not appear soon, for they couldn't hold this enemy at bay much longer. Further more, it seemed to him that she was but taunting them like a child does to the puppy with a biscuit.
The air seemed bloody as the elves poured from the walls, dwarves gave war bellows that so many of their friends knew too well. The sliver of the crescent moon streamed down from the heavens onto the proclaimed battlefield, and three forces collided at one point. Legolas grimaced as he saw atop the great pony sat his best friend, and he whispered closing his eyes, "It is true then, she has taken your mind."
Haldir the elected scout of the party rode ahead to find, overlooking the palace of Mirkwood a battle waged. Elves, dwarves, and oddly enough orcs. "Orcs," he whispered, vehemence raging in his voice. "I've got to stop Galadriel." Do not worry my huntsmen, I know, Galadriel whispered to him in his mind. And I know who's causing it. Help whichever side you should chose, but keep in mind that Gimli and the rest of the dwarves are quite possessed by this evil we face. And watch the axe being thrown at your head. The elf ducked as such an object seared over his head, and galloped into the herd of orcs, shooting as he went before loosing the steed. "Legolas," he breathed climbing the walls to the window in which his friend stood. "At least shoot the orcs."
"I should know who she is, but I can't figure her out!" the king of Mirkwood shook his head, dismayed. "She's under my nose! And she's mocking me."
"Forget the Black Queen, kill her army," Haldir hissed. "Or the dragon that's trying to kill the Narya ring bearer! Elrond sent a scroll you really need to see, as well…"
"Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí… Go lagaí do chuid naimhde do chroí…"
"You curse this ground," he told the dragon. "Who do you think you are?"
In an ancient rumble Gandalf and the Firstborn alone could decipher, the golden dragon spoke in a grand, rolling voice its firey amber eyes piercing the Maia, "I think I am gold only because you made me so."
Pippin with all his blind courage, did not stand still, he grabbed a rock and threw it squarely at the dragon between the eyes, it hissed turning to him. "Gandalf! Its-its-its got Mr. Elrond's RING!"
The dragon smiled, if dragon's could smile, the glittering scales nearly blinding, and turned to its maker, "Gandalf, you taught almost all I know— "
"I never taught you to be brutal."
"Nay, not directly, but you were the cause," the dragon replied. " Give me Narya. Give me fire!"
"You may suck my soul from my body, but I'll never give you Narya!" Gandalf replied and as the dragon shot the firey blow of which was directed to scorch his skin he reflected it with a rubied ring, and the orcs below screamed in agony as their skin and armor fire. The dragon hissed and disappeared into thin air with a great cry of defeat, but it retained that it would seek revenge.
The dwarves suddenly pulled back from the elves and Gimli signaled, with his axe to retreat towards his mountain fortress. Legolas hit his head, the arrows that came from his bow struck one dwarf—probably innocent, never hunting elves before this queen had corrupted their poor minds. "What do you bring?"
"This scroll that contains information on a ring not forged with other three elven, but one forged by dwarves for the elves in mockery," Haldir replied. "And this ring, long forgotten had found its way into Lothlórien, but sadly Elrond was not aware of this. Oddly enough as well, the strain has taken on Elrond's mind, he failed to mention that his ring—Vilya—has been stolen from his hand."
Drawing down the scroll, he followed it with his eyes very carefully, "The Ring of Spirits. It controls Valinor."
"Yes," Haldir nodded solemnly.
"Who has it?"
"The Black Queen. And if it gives you any clues, I should tell you that upon the ring-bearer's own free will she has resurrected Celebrian."
.-*-.
A.N. This is the explanation of Celebrian traveling with them. I decided I was going to put a new twist on the story. Anyways, flame me, compliment me, or give me constructive criticism (I really like that! ^.^) 'Kay? Thank ya all!
Disclaimer -.- Bite me.
E-Mail messy@usa.com
Written on February 11th, 2002! The only reason that matters is that its me good friend Lady Une's birthday! She wants people to review her stories too!