In Her Youth
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: I don't own Tolkien's work.
Days passed since the attack,
A wandering child recovered.
Still, in the elven home she was watched,
By an ancient fellowship.
Thus her father knew where she'd gone,
And anger became of him.
Yet she'd earned the trust and friendship
Of the Eldar,
And ever to them could she go at need.
Chapter 3
Lightning Bird stretched her still limbs gently. Erring on the side of caution, the elves had kept her on with them for observation as they didn't know what other effects that poison could have on a centaur. Now she had recoverd, and was ready to set out for Harlindon once more. "I hear you." She turned around, meeting Elrond's gaze.
"Not many can hear an elf. Why did you come so far north in the first place?" He queried, approaching her.
The huntress shrugged. "I wanted to see more than the Forest of Harlindon. Like Sacred Smoke, I have a bit of a wander lust. Plus the fact that spending my life learning how to govern and governing the Colora Riviera wouldn't do any good if I didn't know what could happen." Her tone had dropped, showing something amiss.
"It sounds like the choice was made for you."
"It was. The people choose one they feel is suited to inherit leadership. They felt it was me." She fell silent, listening. I don't like it when the watch me. Even though this one isn't of my people, my father knows what I've done.
"Lightning Bird?" Elrond's voice snapped her back to reality.
"I feel we are being watched." Her tone was cautious and soft. It was as though the one watching them had elven hearing. "I'd better go. My father isn't the most patient centaur, and right now he's furious." The huntress turned to go, and was lightly restrained.
Lord Elrond walked around to face her again. "Lightning Bird, you have proven yourself worthy of trust when you saved Estel and myself. I call you an elf-friend. And this is the symbol of that friendship." She held incredibly still as he fastened a silver chain about her neck. Lightly she touched the star suspended from it. "If you must go to your home, go in peace."
Lightning Bird nodded, knowing that she was already in for it. "Tilla sebin." He repeated her farewell as she pivoted about and vanished into the wood. Her homeward journey through the soft green woods and vibrant green grasslands took much less time than when she had set out.
Finally, the trees of Harlindon loomed into her view. My father isn't going to be happy with me, that I know. How could the elves be dangerous when they were our friends of old? Those I met are worthy of my trust and friendship. She ceased her ground-eating trot and quietly reguared the forest before her. Each tree, path, stream and creek were familiar to her. A mournful sigh came from her before she resumed her stride.
Once within the confines of the forest, she reduced her stride. Her hooves found the very path Lord Elrond knew. Not a sound came from her as she continued.
Thunderbird looked up sharply as his daughter entered the village. Leaping over, he grabbed her arm and slapped her. "E culare sonya las valoshi sho freasta!"
She pulled away from him, glaring. His gaze fell to the glistening gemstone she wore. "E'ra ah armarhea!"
He snapped, pushing her into his longhouse. "Loatta siya'la masar orela!" The chief left her in the house. "Nanar era E debin vadi kilan harea?"
Inside, Lightning Bird stood, rivited with rage. Anari disae'la riv se? Riharan ri'la viagorana! She finally strode over to her bed and curled up on it, staring into the fire. Her betrothed, Dehara Mar, had introduced her to meditation, and right now she needed to calm down before she kicked her father all the way to Gondor.
A hand touched her shoulder lightly. "Lijanora? Nanar'iya loatta?" Dehara Mar inquired.
"Ah juerla. Lord Elrond nuellare mey elafa-feyla." She rose to her hooves, meeting his gaze easily. Niether of them were happy with the arranged marriage at first, but now they grew to love eachother.
"Elafas?" He queried.
Lightning Bird nodded.
Distant Storm relaxed; she hadn't been in any danger with them. "Nanar eleyre therea?" He gestured to the faint marks on her shoulder and quarter; marks that her father hadn't seen.
"Ah uroc." Her simple explaination calmed him down before anger could rise in him. Some huntresses weren't quite so open with their injuries, and here she told him what had caused hers.
A sigh escaped him as he drew her into a hug. The light of the fire danced over his clear bay hide, with the white spotted blanket. He released her and left, his black legs moving silently through the air. His next assignment would take him to Hobbiton, in the Shire.
Lightning Bird watched him as he vanished into the distance. He is meant to be a watcher. A son of the line of Fire.
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: I don't own Tolkien's work.
Days passed since the attack,
A wandering child recovered.
Still, in the elven home she was watched,
By an ancient fellowship.
Thus her father knew where she'd gone,
And anger became of him.
Yet she'd earned the trust and friendship
Of the Eldar,
And ever to them could she go at need.
Chapter 3
Lightning Bird stretched her still limbs gently. Erring on the side of caution, the elves had kept her on with them for observation as they didn't know what other effects that poison could have on a centaur. Now she had recoverd, and was ready to set out for Harlindon once more. "I hear you." She turned around, meeting Elrond's gaze.
"Not many can hear an elf. Why did you come so far north in the first place?" He queried, approaching her.
The huntress shrugged. "I wanted to see more than the Forest of Harlindon. Like Sacred Smoke, I have a bit of a wander lust. Plus the fact that spending my life learning how to govern and governing the Colora Riviera wouldn't do any good if I didn't know what could happen." Her tone had dropped, showing something amiss.
"It sounds like the choice was made for you."
"It was. The people choose one they feel is suited to inherit leadership. They felt it was me." She fell silent, listening. I don't like it when the watch me. Even though this one isn't of my people, my father knows what I've done.
"Lightning Bird?" Elrond's voice snapped her back to reality.
"I feel we are being watched." Her tone was cautious and soft. It was as though the one watching them had elven hearing. "I'd better go. My father isn't the most patient centaur, and right now he's furious." The huntress turned to go, and was lightly restrained.
Lord Elrond walked around to face her again. "Lightning Bird, you have proven yourself worthy of trust when you saved Estel and myself. I call you an elf-friend. And this is the symbol of that friendship." She held incredibly still as he fastened a silver chain about her neck. Lightly she touched the star suspended from it. "If you must go to your home, go in peace."
Lightning Bird nodded, knowing that she was already in for it. "Tilla sebin." He repeated her farewell as she pivoted about and vanished into the wood. Her homeward journey through the soft green woods and vibrant green grasslands took much less time than when she had set out.
Finally, the trees of Harlindon loomed into her view. My father isn't going to be happy with me, that I know. How could the elves be dangerous when they were our friends of old? Those I met are worthy of my trust and friendship. She ceased her ground-eating trot and quietly reguared the forest before her. Each tree, path, stream and creek were familiar to her. A mournful sigh came from her before she resumed her stride.
Once within the confines of the forest, she reduced her stride. Her hooves found the very path Lord Elrond knew. Not a sound came from her as she continued.
Thunderbird looked up sharply as his daughter entered the village. Leaping over, he grabbed her arm and slapped her. "E culare sonya las valoshi sho freasta!"
She pulled away from him, glaring. His gaze fell to the glistening gemstone she wore. "E'ra ah armarhea!"
He snapped, pushing her into his longhouse. "Loatta siya'la masar orela!" The chief left her in the house. "Nanar era E debin vadi kilan harea?"
Inside, Lightning Bird stood, rivited with rage. Anari disae'la riv se? Riharan ri'la viagorana! She finally strode over to her bed and curled up on it, staring into the fire. Her betrothed, Dehara Mar, had introduced her to meditation, and right now she needed to calm down before she kicked her father all the way to Gondor.
A hand touched her shoulder lightly. "Lijanora? Nanar'iya loatta?" Dehara Mar inquired.
"Ah juerla. Lord Elrond nuellare mey elafa-feyla." She rose to her hooves, meeting his gaze easily. Niether of them were happy with the arranged marriage at first, but now they grew to love eachother.
"Elafas?" He queried.
Lightning Bird nodded.
Distant Storm relaxed; she hadn't been in any danger with them. "Nanar eleyre therea?" He gestured to the faint marks on her shoulder and quarter; marks that her father hadn't seen.
"Ah uroc." Her simple explaination calmed him down before anger could rise in him. Some huntresses weren't quite so open with their injuries, and here she told him what had caused hers.
A sigh escaped him as he drew her into a hug. The light of the fire danced over his clear bay hide, with the white spotted blanket. He released her and left, his black legs moving silently through the air. His next assignment would take him to Hobbiton, in the Shire.
Lightning Bird watched him as he vanished into the distance. He is meant to be a watcher. A son of the line of Fire.