In Her Youth
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: I don't own Tolkien's characters.
Danger brought by orcs
Came with the dying light
Her father fallen, going to Mandos
Her mother standing firm
Defying her enemy to the end.
Coming from the distance,
A Dunedain of Numenor
A Ranger of the North.
Yet danger still cometh
From swords of darkness...
Chapter 6
"Uroc, sonya'ri ah belath." Lightning Bird spat, showing nothing but courage in the face of the enemy. The remaining orcs ganged up on her and she fought fiercely, whittling their numbers down to one. One that struck the fatal blow to her and knocking her to the earth.
Phoenix slid back, not wanting to be seen. Suddenly, the earth above her was peeled back with a sickening sound. A pair of strong arms grabbed her and she shrieked. Her wild struggles were those of a frightened child. She could not be the Gem. Phoenix lashed out with her right front leg, and the orc slashed it open along the inside. Her pained cry nearly made the hidden Watcher interfere. But his orders were not to, only to keep an eye on the family.
Phoenix yanked her flint knife out of the sheath and plunged it into his hand. Black blood fell from the wound she'd inflicted on him like rain. She jerked her knife back and sent the blade deep between his ribs. The orc snarled a vicious word, dropped the child and kicked her.
Stunned as she was from the blow, she couldn't get away.
"Yrch!" A voice cried. The creature turned slightly and was decapitated with a single strike. Blackness swam through the filly's vision as she began to loose consciousness. "Lijanora Tara!" He knelt next to her, examining her wounds.
"Estel, don't." Her voice was soft, he had to struggle to hear her. Weakly, she removed her necklace and thrust it into his hands. "Estel, Dunedain of Numenor, save my daughter. She is the Gem; the one who will rise from the ashes of tragedy." Lightning Bird's last breath escaped her. Sadly, the Ranger closed her unseeing eyes.
Estel rose to his feet and approached the filly just as she lost consciousness. He cleaned the gash on her leg, using some of the athelas he had with him to kill off any chance of infection. Gently, he stitched the wound shut and placed a poultice over it before wrapping a bandage around her leg. His gaze fell to the dead orc near her.
Estel spoke softly, in Sindaran, as he lifted her. "You have an amazing amount of courage, little Tinuviel." The Ranger fastened her onto his horse before retrieving his sword and cleaning it before sheathing it. He began to lead his horse towards Harlindon as his hand fell to the pouch he wore at his side. The necklace within would go to Phoenix Tinuviel when she became old enough and had proven herself a true friend.
A Sindaran mourning chant rose from him as he mourned for two fallen elf-friends. Estel stopped on the outskirts of Harlindon and left Phoenix where he knew they'd find her. "Tilla sebin, Tinuviel." The Ranger then mounted his horse and set off for Rivendell to let them know what had happened.
Within the filly he had so recently saved, a light shone with a strength that was unnatural for a centaur. Phoenix Tinuviel was a treasure unto her people, yet she was one they would loose through jealousy.
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: I don't own Tolkien's characters.
Danger brought by orcs
Came with the dying light
Her father fallen, going to Mandos
Her mother standing firm
Defying her enemy to the end.
Coming from the distance,
A Dunedain of Numenor
A Ranger of the North.
Yet danger still cometh
From swords of darkness...
Chapter 6
"Uroc, sonya'ri ah belath." Lightning Bird spat, showing nothing but courage in the face of the enemy. The remaining orcs ganged up on her and she fought fiercely, whittling their numbers down to one. One that struck the fatal blow to her and knocking her to the earth.
Phoenix slid back, not wanting to be seen. Suddenly, the earth above her was peeled back with a sickening sound. A pair of strong arms grabbed her and she shrieked. Her wild struggles were those of a frightened child. She could not be the Gem. Phoenix lashed out with her right front leg, and the orc slashed it open along the inside. Her pained cry nearly made the hidden Watcher interfere. But his orders were not to, only to keep an eye on the family.
Phoenix yanked her flint knife out of the sheath and plunged it into his hand. Black blood fell from the wound she'd inflicted on him like rain. She jerked her knife back and sent the blade deep between his ribs. The orc snarled a vicious word, dropped the child and kicked her.
Stunned as she was from the blow, she couldn't get away.
"Yrch!" A voice cried. The creature turned slightly and was decapitated with a single strike. Blackness swam through the filly's vision as she began to loose consciousness. "Lijanora Tara!" He knelt next to her, examining her wounds.
"Estel, don't." Her voice was soft, he had to struggle to hear her. Weakly, she removed her necklace and thrust it into his hands. "Estel, Dunedain of Numenor, save my daughter. She is the Gem; the one who will rise from the ashes of tragedy." Lightning Bird's last breath escaped her. Sadly, the Ranger closed her unseeing eyes.
Estel rose to his feet and approached the filly just as she lost consciousness. He cleaned the gash on her leg, using some of the athelas he had with him to kill off any chance of infection. Gently, he stitched the wound shut and placed a poultice over it before wrapping a bandage around her leg. His gaze fell to the dead orc near her.
Estel spoke softly, in Sindaran, as he lifted her. "You have an amazing amount of courage, little Tinuviel." The Ranger fastened her onto his horse before retrieving his sword and cleaning it before sheathing it. He began to lead his horse towards Harlindon as his hand fell to the pouch he wore at his side. The necklace within would go to Phoenix Tinuviel when she became old enough and had proven herself a true friend.
A Sindaran mourning chant rose from him as he mourned for two fallen elf-friends. Estel stopped on the outskirts of Harlindon and left Phoenix where he knew they'd find her. "Tilla sebin, Tinuviel." The Ranger then mounted his horse and set off for Rivendell to let them know what had happened.
Within the filly he had so recently saved, a light shone with a strength that was unnatural for a centaur. Phoenix Tinuviel was a treasure unto her people, yet she was one they would loose through jealousy.