Authors note: *yawn* Nope, still no reviews, but I can live with that
(maybe I need to make the summary more exciting . . .) Anyway, the link I
gave on the last chapter didn't come out, an as a bonus the website itself
is screwed, so plz never mind that. I might try putting a pic into the
document itself, but I dunno if that'll work. Oh well, might as well try.
also, I have another story in the works, " Light in the Darkness" which I'm
like halfway done, but 'm taking a halt from it to accomplish this one. I
have a total writers block for my other story, plus with school and
everything there's not much time to work on stuff. So enjoy this while you
can, cuz there might not be another one for a long time.^_^
Disclaimer : I don't own Lotr or anything to do with it ... no wait I do own Sam's frying pan ... but nothing else ... oh yeah, and Rai is mine (she does my gardening; she's so nice ^_^)\par
Chapter three: In which Rai get irritated with the weather, a spell is woven, and Legolas leaves their company.
The sunny day began to darken as clouds threw themselves over the warming glow of the sky. Black clouds from the Western shores. It was plain to Rai that riding West into Eriador was not going to be all that pleasant. She wrapped herself up in her cloak and tossed her hood over her shiny black hair. Her white-streaked bangs blew over her face and the wind howled menacingly.
She, Gandalf and Legolas had departed from Rivendell not too long ago. They were holding a steady course west and had just crossed over the Loudwater. They were now directly south of Trollshaw.
Rai, who had never been so far north-west, muttered and cursed the horrible weather. It had been just perfect in Rivendell. Why did it have to go wrong now?
She blinked and suddenly realized she was shivering. She let go of Silpion's reigns and cupped her hands together. "Bragollach el'llach," she whispered, which in elvish meant fireball. She watched as a small flame began to flicker in her palms and soon grew wide and warm.
Rai brought it close to her face and savoured its comfort. Right then, as she closed her eyes and relaxed, a massive thundercrack tore the sky open, illuminating the Misty Mountains to the East and the flat land they were crossing now. Rai, startled to death, nearly jumped off her horse. As she was trying futily to bring her heart rate down, more thunder was heard and the clouds released a sudden and violent torrent of rain. It poured down extremely hard and Rai's flame dissolved into nothingness before her eyes. She stifled a scream of frustration and passed into a long angry speech of curses in her native tongue that slowly died away to muttering and grumbling.
Legolas looked at her quizzically and shrugged. He didn't know that back in her home town rain was a curse and a blessing at the same time. Gentle warm rains helped the crop grow and soothed the scorching heat, but torrents and storms tore the roofs from their houses and destroyed the precious fields.
Rai's home town was far away in the east, south of the Lonely Mountain and Lake Town. As a child she had often wandered into Mirkwood, despite the superstitions of her people, and had seen the elves a few times, which greatly fascinated her. But she barely remembered it now; it had been so long since her village had been laid to waist, since Gandalf had taken her in.
Gandalf, for the most part, had barely spoken to her lately. Back when she was younger they would often ride together from Gondor and the Southern cities all the way up to Fangorn to see the Ents, or they would spend days and weeks in Minas Tirith, studying the ancient lore and writings and exploring new spells and craft. But lately Gandalf had been very withdrawn; and this had Rai terribly worried.
When she had first heard about Gandalf's plan, she had been shocked. It had been late in the day and they were in Minas Tirith, Gandalf having said he had some important things to attend to with King Elessar. Without Gandalf knowing, Rai had followed him along the great hallways and corridors of gold and silver into a small chamber where the King was waiting. At first they had talked very little, and most of it had been about happenings in the North or the situation of the elves leaving Middle-Earth, and Rai had begun to feel as if she had come for nothing and was just about to turn back when Gandalf quietly announced his plans. Elessar had nodded gravely, as if he understood completely, but Rai had been frozen with horror. Gandalf? Leave without her? Why? Why did he have to go? He said he would stay, always be there to teach Rai the true names of each star and the moon and sun and the wide open seas till the ends of the earth. That he would be there with her as she learnt about the history of Middle-Earth and of the Last Alliance and The War of the Ring and all the happenings of the Third Age and before.
Then, filled with sadness and despair and fury, she ran. As she ran the fury began to build above all else. Of course; when tears are spent and there is no more will to feel the sadness, anger rises above all other emotion. She ran back to her small chamber, feeling betrayed and broken, took her staff and rode North with Silpion. At first she hadn't known where to go, but she soon found council with the elves in Lothlorien, and that had calmed her soul.
When she was finally confronted by Gandalf about the issue, she had turned away, but then he had told her this: That she had a choice, that she could come with him to the Grey Havens if she wished; or she could live out the rest of her life in Middle-Earth, helping the peoples re-build and help nurture peace. She had not answered him.
Now, as they rode in silence in the never ceasing rain, she thought about her decision. She had learnt much from Gandalf, but was nowhere near to being as wise or as powerful as he. Who would teach her when he was gone? Then again, what would Middle-Earth do when it was wizard-less and say another evil arose?
Frustrated, she shoved the thoughts to the corner of her mind and focused on coming up with a magewind strong enough to push this foul weather away from her. Weather like this made her moody and brought out the part of her that no one ever saw : her temper.
* * *
Finally, when she though she had an idea of what sort of spell to use on the storm (a "cloudkill" spell, a favourite among weatherworkers) the rain began to recede. The clouds began to part and the storm broke at last.
But Gandalf alone could not stop the in-coming ambush of black storm carriers. So Rai's voice joined his as they chanted a magewing against what looked to be almost a hurricane.
"i Ruthaerea, morierea, Helkaer!
Ring wing, asca melloneamin,
khelek hurro'
Rima rhun!
Dina, soora 'ta hwesta! Asca Kela!
LOOMI EN GURTH!"
With their last cry, the banishing words of the cloudkill, a heavy wind rose up from the Western Seas, and the coal-black foreboding clouds began to draw away, bunching together while being blown back over the Misty mountains. They would continue to blow that way until they faded and dissolved over the Seas to the East.
Rai smiled slightly before leaning over and loosing consciousness, still sitting on her horse.
Legolas galloped up to her. "Gandalf!" he called. "What devilry is this?!"
Gandalf came up to them. "There is no devilry at work here, Legolas. It is only that creating a magewind such as that one to banish storm clouds so far has taken much energy from her. She will need some time to recover."
"She will ride with me," Legolas said firmly, setting his hands around Rai's small shoulders and lifting her onto his horse. Then Gandalf used a charm on Silpion to make him follow them steadily. Silpon would have followed them anyway, he was fiercely loyal to Rai.
As they passed Trollshaw and went over the Last Bridge over the small Hoarwell River, Rai began to show signs of awakening. She finally came to, groggy and tired, just in time to say farewell to Legolas, who was to turn around and go back to Rivendell, then Mirkwood.
Legolas gently helped her to the ground and she looked up at him with shiny eyes. "Thank you," she said.
"No, thank you," Gandalf corrected her. "If it wasn't for you we would still be stuck in the rain back there."
Legolas nodded. "Gandalf is right. And I am sorry to say good bye to you, my friends, but I must return to Mirkwood."
"Will I ever see you again?" Rai asked quietly.
Legolas cringed; he too had plans to cross the Sea, and it wasn't likely he'd be seeing the young sorceress again.
Rai bowed her head and nodded. "I understand."
Legolas smiled warmly at her, suddenly filed with hope. "We will meet again, I promise you. By then you will be an accomplished and powerful wizard of the highest standards and I will not even recognize you!"
Rai beamed up at him. Legolas turned his horse and began to trod away. As he went he looked back over his shoulder.
"Farwell, Mithrandir, Sunrai! Until next we meet! Namarie e Vanya sulie!"
"Aa' I'sul nora lanne'lle," Rai called. "May the wind fill your sails. Farewell, Legolas."
Authors endnote: Aww, isn't it so cute? I just wrote the last paragraph since I've been waiting all week to upload it. Anyway, more to come as soon as I can get all this damn homework out of my way. Namarie!
Disclaimer : I don't own Lotr or anything to do with it ... no wait I do own Sam's frying pan ... but nothing else ... oh yeah, and Rai is mine (she does my gardening; she's so nice ^_^)\par
Chapter three: In which Rai get irritated with the weather, a spell is woven, and Legolas leaves their company.
The sunny day began to darken as clouds threw themselves over the warming glow of the sky. Black clouds from the Western shores. It was plain to Rai that riding West into Eriador was not going to be all that pleasant. She wrapped herself up in her cloak and tossed her hood over her shiny black hair. Her white-streaked bangs blew over her face and the wind howled menacingly.
She, Gandalf and Legolas had departed from Rivendell not too long ago. They were holding a steady course west and had just crossed over the Loudwater. They were now directly south of Trollshaw.
Rai, who had never been so far north-west, muttered and cursed the horrible weather. It had been just perfect in Rivendell. Why did it have to go wrong now?
She blinked and suddenly realized she was shivering. She let go of Silpion's reigns and cupped her hands together. "Bragollach el'llach," she whispered, which in elvish meant fireball. She watched as a small flame began to flicker in her palms and soon grew wide and warm.
Rai brought it close to her face and savoured its comfort. Right then, as she closed her eyes and relaxed, a massive thundercrack tore the sky open, illuminating the Misty Mountains to the East and the flat land they were crossing now. Rai, startled to death, nearly jumped off her horse. As she was trying futily to bring her heart rate down, more thunder was heard and the clouds released a sudden and violent torrent of rain. It poured down extremely hard and Rai's flame dissolved into nothingness before her eyes. She stifled a scream of frustration and passed into a long angry speech of curses in her native tongue that slowly died away to muttering and grumbling.
Legolas looked at her quizzically and shrugged. He didn't know that back in her home town rain was a curse and a blessing at the same time. Gentle warm rains helped the crop grow and soothed the scorching heat, but torrents and storms tore the roofs from their houses and destroyed the precious fields.
Rai's home town was far away in the east, south of the Lonely Mountain and Lake Town. As a child she had often wandered into Mirkwood, despite the superstitions of her people, and had seen the elves a few times, which greatly fascinated her. But she barely remembered it now; it had been so long since her village had been laid to waist, since Gandalf had taken her in.
Gandalf, for the most part, had barely spoken to her lately. Back when she was younger they would often ride together from Gondor and the Southern cities all the way up to Fangorn to see the Ents, or they would spend days and weeks in Minas Tirith, studying the ancient lore and writings and exploring new spells and craft. But lately Gandalf had been very withdrawn; and this had Rai terribly worried.
When she had first heard about Gandalf's plan, she had been shocked. It had been late in the day and they were in Minas Tirith, Gandalf having said he had some important things to attend to with King Elessar. Without Gandalf knowing, Rai had followed him along the great hallways and corridors of gold and silver into a small chamber where the King was waiting. At first they had talked very little, and most of it had been about happenings in the North or the situation of the elves leaving Middle-Earth, and Rai had begun to feel as if she had come for nothing and was just about to turn back when Gandalf quietly announced his plans. Elessar had nodded gravely, as if he understood completely, but Rai had been frozen with horror. Gandalf? Leave without her? Why? Why did he have to go? He said he would stay, always be there to teach Rai the true names of each star and the moon and sun and the wide open seas till the ends of the earth. That he would be there with her as she learnt about the history of Middle-Earth and of the Last Alliance and The War of the Ring and all the happenings of the Third Age and before.
Then, filled with sadness and despair and fury, she ran. As she ran the fury began to build above all else. Of course; when tears are spent and there is no more will to feel the sadness, anger rises above all other emotion. She ran back to her small chamber, feeling betrayed and broken, took her staff and rode North with Silpion. At first she hadn't known where to go, but she soon found council with the elves in Lothlorien, and that had calmed her soul.
When she was finally confronted by Gandalf about the issue, she had turned away, but then he had told her this: That she had a choice, that she could come with him to the Grey Havens if she wished; or she could live out the rest of her life in Middle-Earth, helping the peoples re-build and help nurture peace. She had not answered him.
Now, as they rode in silence in the never ceasing rain, she thought about her decision. She had learnt much from Gandalf, but was nowhere near to being as wise or as powerful as he. Who would teach her when he was gone? Then again, what would Middle-Earth do when it was wizard-less and say another evil arose?
Frustrated, she shoved the thoughts to the corner of her mind and focused on coming up with a magewind strong enough to push this foul weather away from her. Weather like this made her moody and brought out the part of her that no one ever saw : her temper.
* * *
Finally, when she though she had an idea of what sort of spell to use on the storm (a "cloudkill" spell, a favourite among weatherworkers) the rain began to recede. The clouds began to part and the storm broke at last.
But Gandalf alone could not stop the in-coming ambush of black storm carriers. So Rai's voice joined his as they chanted a magewing against what looked to be almost a hurricane.
"i Ruthaerea, morierea, Helkaer!
Ring wing, asca melloneamin,
khelek hurro'
Rima rhun!
Dina, soora 'ta hwesta! Asca Kela!
LOOMI EN GURTH!"
With their last cry, the banishing words of the cloudkill, a heavy wind rose up from the Western Seas, and the coal-black foreboding clouds began to draw away, bunching together while being blown back over the Misty mountains. They would continue to blow that way until they faded and dissolved over the Seas to the East.
Rai smiled slightly before leaning over and loosing consciousness, still sitting on her horse.
Legolas galloped up to her. "Gandalf!" he called. "What devilry is this?!"
Gandalf came up to them. "There is no devilry at work here, Legolas. It is only that creating a magewind such as that one to banish storm clouds so far has taken much energy from her. She will need some time to recover."
"She will ride with me," Legolas said firmly, setting his hands around Rai's small shoulders and lifting her onto his horse. Then Gandalf used a charm on Silpion to make him follow them steadily. Silpon would have followed them anyway, he was fiercely loyal to Rai.
As they passed Trollshaw and went over the Last Bridge over the small Hoarwell River, Rai began to show signs of awakening. She finally came to, groggy and tired, just in time to say farewell to Legolas, who was to turn around and go back to Rivendell, then Mirkwood.
Legolas gently helped her to the ground and she looked up at him with shiny eyes. "Thank you," she said.
"No, thank you," Gandalf corrected her. "If it wasn't for you we would still be stuck in the rain back there."
Legolas nodded. "Gandalf is right. And I am sorry to say good bye to you, my friends, but I must return to Mirkwood."
"Will I ever see you again?" Rai asked quietly.
Legolas cringed; he too had plans to cross the Sea, and it wasn't likely he'd be seeing the young sorceress again.
Rai bowed her head and nodded. "I understand."
Legolas smiled warmly at her, suddenly filed with hope. "We will meet again, I promise you. By then you will be an accomplished and powerful wizard of the highest standards and I will not even recognize you!"
Rai beamed up at him. Legolas turned his horse and began to trod away. As he went he looked back over his shoulder.
"Farwell, Mithrandir, Sunrai! Until next we meet! Namarie e Vanya sulie!"
"Aa' I'sul nora lanne'lle," Rai called. "May the wind fill your sails. Farewell, Legolas."
Authors endnote: Aww, isn't it so cute? I just wrote the last paragraph since I've been waiting all week to upload it. Anyway, more to come as soon as I can get all this damn homework out of my way. Namarie!