In Her Youth
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: Don't own Tolkien's characters.
The child that had fled
From her forest home
Stood before the elf-lord
Of Imladris.
In his eyes was a wisdom
Of the Ages and in hers
Was the Light of Aman.
Chapter 2
Elrond returned her gaze with ease. He felt like he was speaking to his friends of old once more. "Denara mi kindari, siya. Biyn sho Riharan."
She nodded then her eyes spotted another. "Lord Elrond, who is that?" Her tone bore confusion. She had never seen the Rangers of the North before, nor one that had such a hidden majesty.
He followed her gaze aned held in a smile. "He is a Ranger of the North, part of the Reminant of Numenor. We call him Estel. Many know him as Strider. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Chieftan of the Dunedain."
The huntress heard the well-hidden affection in his voice. The elf had raised this man as his son. Then it came to her. He was Isildur's Heir. And in her heart she felt he was the one to reunite the lands of Eriador.
Aragorn changed his direction when he spotted Lord Elrond in the meadow. The Ranger masked his surprise about the centaur filly easily. Then, he took in his foster-father's appearance. He nearly burst out laughing. Never before had he seen Elrond so filthy and rumpled. It must've been a rough climb. After all, it had been years since he last walked that path.
Lightning Bird spun suddenly, sensing a darkness that she didn't like.
"What is it?" Elrond inquired.
"Danger, I sense danger."
Her reply caused Aragorn to sprint over, his hand on his sword. He was the only one armed. The huntress was young, and yet untried. They trained their eyes into a darkened area of the wood.
"Uroc." She hissed. The elf-lord tensed, knowing what she meant.
An arrow whined through the air, prompting Lightning Bird to knock the Dunedain aside. The arrow struck her left front shoulder, nearly causing her white foreleg to give out. Gritting her teeth, she pushed herself back up.
The orc growled in anger and fired again.
Lightning Bird shielded Elrond, taking the arrow in her hindquarter. Aragorn let out a strangled yell as the orc showed himself. His sword flashed in the sunlight as he wielded it expertly.The orc didn't even know what hit him as he fell to the ground, dead.
"Lightning Bird, hold on!" Lord Elrond steadied her for her legs were near to giving out. His gaze shifted to the Ranger. "Estel, we must get her to Rivendell. She save our lives."
Aragorn came up on her left side and gently supported her. Together, they made it back to Imladris. The appearance startled a few of the elves; as they hadn't seen centaurs since the day after Sacred Smoke went to Mandos. They managed to get her into Elrond's house and to a bed before she lost consciousness.
Elrond pulled out the arrows and wrinkled his nose at the scent of the poison. "Even if his aim had been off, we would've been dead in thirty minutes." There isn't much time.
The sounds of a Sindaran chant reached through to her subconsciousness. Lightning Bird somehow understood what he was saying. She flinched when a hot, stinging liquid was poured into her wounds. The stinging died away as they were stitched back together.
Mutters rose from her, one clear enough for them to hear. "E se Roja Wrejas." She then moaned as they finished.
Both retreated from the room to let her rest. After Lord Elrond had cleaned up, he found Gandalf waiting for him.
"Lord Elrond, has something disturbed you?" He queried.
A sigh escaped the elf before he could stop it. "I didn't realize that huntresses wandered so far anymore. I believe she could be related to Prairie Song and Sacred Smoke." He guided the wizard to the room to show him. "This afternoon, she saved both Estel and myself from poisoned arrows."
Gandalf walked into the room, gazing at her intently. Her fire was very much like theirs. "She is descended of them. What is her name?"
"Lightning Bird." Elrond supplied, coming into the room. The huntress showed signs of waking, clenching the cream colored blanketsin her hands. "I think she's fourteen years old."
"You are a good judge of centaur age, for fourteen she is." Gandalf confirmed. He backed away, out of her line of view just as she woke. Her attempt to sit up was stopped by Elrond.
"Easy, Lightning Bird. The arrows you took for us were poisoned." He declared.
Her eyes narrowed as she felt the stitches holding the wounds closed.
"Don't worry,with the swift healing huntresses possess, those should come out in a few days." Elrond helped her sit up, causing her to draw in a sharp gasp. Tears gathered in her eyes, blurring the view of the room. A cup was gently pressed into her hands. "It is athelas. The plant will help kill the pain."
Lightning Bird smiled before starting to drink it. Her instincts told her that she could trust him with her life and more. He was truly a friend to all who lived in the light.
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: Don't own Tolkien's characters.
The child that had fled
From her forest home
Stood before the elf-lord
Of Imladris.
In his eyes was a wisdom
Of the Ages and in hers
Was the Light of Aman.
Chapter 2
Elrond returned her gaze with ease. He felt like he was speaking to his friends of old once more. "Denara mi kindari, siya. Biyn sho Riharan."
She nodded then her eyes spotted another. "Lord Elrond, who is that?" Her tone bore confusion. She had never seen the Rangers of the North before, nor one that had such a hidden majesty.
He followed her gaze aned held in a smile. "He is a Ranger of the North, part of the Reminant of Numenor. We call him Estel. Many know him as Strider. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Chieftan of the Dunedain."
The huntress heard the well-hidden affection in his voice. The elf had raised this man as his son. Then it came to her. He was Isildur's Heir. And in her heart she felt he was the one to reunite the lands of Eriador.
Aragorn changed his direction when he spotted Lord Elrond in the meadow. The Ranger masked his surprise about the centaur filly easily. Then, he took in his foster-father's appearance. He nearly burst out laughing. Never before had he seen Elrond so filthy and rumpled. It must've been a rough climb. After all, it had been years since he last walked that path.
Lightning Bird spun suddenly, sensing a darkness that she didn't like.
"What is it?" Elrond inquired.
"Danger, I sense danger."
Her reply caused Aragorn to sprint over, his hand on his sword. He was the only one armed. The huntress was young, and yet untried. They trained their eyes into a darkened area of the wood.
"Uroc." She hissed. The elf-lord tensed, knowing what she meant.
An arrow whined through the air, prompting Lightning Bird to knock the Dunedain aside. The arrow struck her left front shoulder, nearly causing her white foreleg to give out. Gritting her teeth, she pushed herself back up.
The orc growled in anger and fired again.
Lightning Bird shielded Elrond, taking the arrow in her hindquarter. Aragorn let out a strangled yell as the orc showed himself. His sword flashed in the sunlight as he wielded it expertly.The orc didn't even know what hit him as he fell to the ground, dead.
"Lightning Bird, hold on!" Lord Elrond steadied her for her legs were near to giving out. His gaze shifted to the Ranger. "Estel, we must get her to Rivendell. She save our lives."
Aragorn came up on her left side and gently supported her. Together, they made it back to Imladris. The appearance startled a few of the elves; as they hadn't seen centaurs since the day after Sacred Smoke went to Mandos. They managed to get her into Elrond's house and to a bed before she lost consciousness.
Elrond pulled out the arrows and wrinkled his nose at the scent of the poison. "Even if his aim had been off, we would've been dead in thirty minutes." There isn't much time.
The sounds of a Sindaran chant reached through to her subconsciousness. Lightning Bird somehow understood what he was saying. She flinched when a hot, stinging liquid was poured into her wounds. The stinging died away as they were stitched back together.
Mutters rose from her, one clear enough for them to hear. "E se Roja Wrejas." She then moaned as they finished.
Both retreated from the room to let her rest. After Lord Elrond had cleaned up, he found Gandalf waiting for him.
"Lord Elrond, has something disturbed you?" He queried.
A sigh escaped the elf before he could stop it. "I didn't realize that huntresses wandered so far anymore. I believe she could be related to Prairie Song and Sacred Smoke." He guided the wizard to the room to show him. "This afternoon, she saved both Estel and myself from poisoned arrows."
Gandalf walked into the room, gazing at her intently. Her fire was very much like theirs. "She is descended of them. What is her name?"
"Lightning Bird." Elrond supplied, coming into the room. The huntress showed signs of waking, clenching the cream colored blanketsin her hands. "I think she's fourteen years old."
"You are a good judge of centaur age, for fourteen she is." Gandalf confirmed. He backed away, out of her line of view just as she woke. Her attempt to sit up was stopped by Elrond.
"Easy, Lightning Bird. The arrows you took for us were poisoned." He declared.
Her eyes narrowed as she felt the stitches holding the wounds closed.
"Don't worry,with the swift healing huntresses possess, those should come out in a few days." Elrond helped her sit up, causing her to draw in a sharp gasp. Tears gathered in her eyes, blurring the view of the room. A cup was gently pressed into her hands. "It is athelas. The plant will help kill the pain."
Lightning Bird smiled before starting to drink it. Her instincts told her that she could trust him with her life and more. He was truly a friend to all who lived in the light.