Sacred Smoke and a Ring Bearer
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: I don't own Tolkien's characters.
Chapter 4
A stallion wove his way through the crowd to his daughter. "Sala Aria, verah vera sonya?" Forest Fire demanded. His concern struck her as it shouldn't have taken her so long to come back.
"Farata, E nalreare ne Imladris ura ah koroja. Terah mi feyla dere va sho Cquisuela Nerandas." She lightly stroked the golden dragoness that was sleeping in her arms. Her return had conincided with a hatching of the lesser dragons. The irradescent gold female slept on, content. "Harea nuella siy Amira."
Startled by her calmness, her father drew back. He should've known. His daughter was a huntress and therefore not easily killed. Amira woke, lettitn offa huge yawn. Her bound huntress was with her, so the world couldn't be any more perfect.
The startled chirps of a red came from the perimiter of camp, heralding a visitor. Lord Elrond halted his horse and dismounted. The elvish horse would not go far.
"Corta anyo." Sacred Smoke greeted.
"Sina dosena." He replied. "Sala Aria, anari dire sonya sorlei vase mey?"
She gestured to the longhouse and they walked inside before speaking again. "Ah loa rishare va mey ne sho moreays. Thera le si." The dragon bound huntress handed him the paper she had written it on. "E sorlei sonya vacria le. E mela le si anranire."
Elrond looked over the words and notes she'd indicated. "It wouldn't surprise me." He stated in the common tongue. "Don't worry, I will keep tis secret until it comes to pass. If it does." The elf-lord rolled it back up and tied it shut. Then his gaze fell to the sleepy dragoness. "What is her name?"
"She is Amira." Sacred Smoke declared. "Thank you for keeping it secret. There will be one to complete the song, for she will know a Dunedain of Numenor far better than I ever will." Her gaze became almost piercing and he understood that she was about to say something important. "I will teach this song to you so that you will recognize it should another voice sing it." Her gaze grew distant, the foresight of the Maiar was upon her. "There will be others in my family who will know this son, though healing be their gift."
Elrond suppressed a shudder; he knew Huntress Healers often sang well. Yet would there be another called Tinuviel within this family line? Their conversation shifted to another topic. "What of the Ring Bearer?"
A sad smile graced Sacred Smoke's face. "He is safe in the mountains. Smeagol will have a new personality. The Gollum I mentioned in the song is he." She chuckled. "Although he was banished from his family, the only sorrow he shows is for what he did. And after our journey was over, I left him with a riddle that even I don't know the answer for." Her eyes grew distant as she recalled it.
"A gem born unto a people proud,
In the house of an elf.
By two names is she known,
A huntress of the Ancient Creed.
But one of nine will she be.
Powers ancient, friendship strong.
Who is the huntress the Valar call to council?"
Lord Elrond chuckled after she finished reciting it. "He may spend the rest of his life figuring that one out." The elf-lord rose to his feet. "I regret that my visis was so short,..."
"I know." She interrupted. "You have problems to deal with." The sparkle was back in her eyes. She accompanied him to the edge of the forest. "Tilla sebin, mi feyla."
"Tilla sebin, Sala Aria." Lord Elrond rode into the forest, vanishing into the shadows of summer.
Sacred Smoke drew a sigh. Her life was far from its end. There was still so much she had to do; yet had not enough time to do it in. Something told her that her life would be cut short, and she would leave only one child in the world after her. But if Mandos decreed it, who was she to attempt to change it? An elf-friend she would remain for her entire life.
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: I don't own Tolkien's characters.
Chapter 4
A stallion wove his way through the crowd to his daughter. "Sala Aria, verah vera sonya?" Forest Fire demanded. His concern struck her as it shouldn't have taken her so long to come back.
"Farata, E nalreare ne Imladris ura ah koroja. Terah mi feyla dere va sho Cquisuela Nerandas." She lightly stroked the golden dragoness that was sleeping in her arms. Her return had conincided with a hatching of the lesser dragons. The irradescent gold female slept on, content. "Harea nuella siy Amira."
Startled by her calmness, her father drew back. He should've known. His daughter was a huntress and therefore not easily killed. Amira woke, lettitn offa huge yawn. Her bound huntress was with her, so the world couldn't be any more perfect.
The startled chirps of a red came from the perimiter of camp, heralding a visitor. Lord Elrond halted his horse and dismounted. The elvish horse would not go far.
"Corta anyo." Sacred Smoke greeted.
"Sina dosena." He replied. "Sala Aria, anari dire sonya sorlei vase mey?"
She gestured to the longhouse and they walked inside before speaking again. "Ah loa rishare va mey ne sho moreays. Thera le si." The dragon bound huntress handed him the paper she had written it on. "E sorlei sonya vacria le. E mela le si anranire."
Elrond looked over the words and notes she'd indicated. "It wouldn't surprise me." He stated in the common tongue. "Don't worry, I will keep tis secret until it comes to pass. If it does." The elf-lord rolled it back up and tied it shut. Then his gaze fell to the sleepy dragoness. "What is her name?"
"She is Amira." Sacred Smoke declared. "Thank you for keeping it secret. There will be one to complete the song, for she will know a Dunedain of Numenor far better than I ever will." Her gaze became almost piercing and he understood that she was about to say something important. "I will teach this song to you so that you will recognize it should another voice sing it." Her gaze grew distant, the foresight of the Maiar was upon her. "There will be others in my family who will know this son, though healing be their gift."
Elrond suppressed a shudder; he knew Huntress Healers often sang well. Yet would there be another called Tinuviel within this family line? Their conversation shifted to another topic. "What of the Ring Bearer?"
A sad smile graced Sacred Smoke's face. "He is safe in the mountains. Smeagol will have a new personality. The Gollum I mentioned in the song is he." She chuckled. "Although he was banished from his family, the only sorrow he shows is for what he did. And after our journey was over, I left him with a riddle that even I don't know the answer for." Her eyes grew distant as she recalled it.
"A gem born unto a people proud,
In the house of an elf.
By two names is she known,
A huntress of the Ancient Creed.
But one of nine will she be.
Powers ancient, friendship strong.
Who is the huntress the Valar call to council?"
Lord Elrond chuckled after she finished reciting it. "He may spend the rest of his life figuring that one out." The elf-lord rose to his feet. "I regret that my visis was so short,..."
"I know." She interrupted. "You have problems to deal with." The sparkle was back in her eyes. She accompanied him to the edge of the forest. "Tilla sebin, mi feyla."
"Tilla sebin, Sala Aria." Lord Elrond rode into the forest, vanishing into the shadows of summer.
Sacred Smoke drew a sigh. Her life was far from its end. There was still so much she had to do; yet had not enough time to do it in. Something told her that her life would be cut short, and she would leave only one child in the world after her. But if Mandos decreed it, who was she to attempt to change it? An elf-friend she would remain for her entire life.