Tears in the Twilight
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: I am in no way shape or form a Tolkien.
Four years later,
Her abilities awaken.
In the month of May
On the twentieth day and five
Six she is.
The time has come
For the young huntresses
To receive mentors
To guide them through
The process.
Chapter 1
*~
Phoenix stood silently in the forest, listening to voices singing in Sindaran. She understood every word they said; felt their sorrow in her heart. Valoshi Arda...bea anari? Her small hand lightly touched the tree next to her. She didn't wish the elves to leave. In her heart she felt their time wasn't over.
Then her eyes spotted a silver-haired elf. He ruled these, the Gray Havens. The faint voice of one addressing him reached her ears. Soh, riv nuella siy Cirdan. She then grew tense, ready to bolt when he began to approach her. Yet his kind eyes reassured her.
"Greetings, little huntress. Why watch from the shadows?" He queried.
"M-my grandfather feels that all outsiders are dangerous. He would be very angry to learn that I have spoken to you." She met his gaze at that time. "Why are the elves leaving? In my heart, I feel their time has not passed."
Cirdan gently placed his hand on her shoulder. "Young huntress, our time is fading. More elves weary of Arda and go to Valinor. Weither our time ends or is reborn depends on the choice of the Gem."
~*
Volcanic Strike jerked the blankets off of his sleeping sister. "Wake up!" He cried in the six-year-old's ear.
Phoenix shot to her hooves and punched her brother solidly on the jaw. "Don't ever do that again!" She exclaimed as she vanished behind a changing screen.
A laugh escaped her brother as she groomed herself out of his sight. "You know that it's time for you and your age-mate huntresses to receive their mentors. Grandpa won't be happy if you tarry."
She snorted and threw the body brush at him. A pained yelp assured her that she'd hit her target without looking. When the filly emerged, she pranced past her brother and out of the long house. It was hard, her being the only spring birth in that year. The other five had been born in late winter and had to wait for her.
Together the young huntresses gathered in a semicircle, with the shaman and his apprentice, sixteen year old Leala, standing before them. The villagers gathered behind the shaman and Winter Fury raised his hand in a gesture for silence. Once they'd quieted, his hand returned to his side.
"We have gathered today to honor the young huntresses in our midst. As their abilities awaken, they will need guidance to their paths. As such; they will be mentored by mature huntresses."
Leala stood square. "Praise the Valar, for six stand before us now!" Her voice rang out with the authority of a true shaman, as her grandparents, on both sides, had been.
A huntress, a mahogany bay snowflake, stepped up.
"Ladybird of the Line called Lost, the child Radiant Star of the Line of Stars is delivered to you care." Winter Fury declared.
The red chestnut semi-leopard stepped up to her mentor.
"I give praise to the Valar for trusting me with this Daughter of the West." Ladybird declared in a clear voice.
Thus it continued to the last ones left. "Firespirit of the Line of Fire, the child Phoenix of the Line of Fire is delivered into your care."
Bright blue eyes met sapphire blue eyes and held them in a stare. The burnished red-gold semi-leopard mare curled up her legs and took Phoenix's young hands in hers. "By all the Ainur I give thanks. To them and Iluvatar I extend my gratitude. The Daughter of Aman will be guided well."
The entire gathering fell silent, so silent that the chirping of early morning insects was heard clearly.
Strange, how could she be a Daughter of Aman unless... All the pieces fell into place, leaving Thunderbird speechless with fury. No! I will not allow it! It was bad enough that her mother was of the Ancient Creed. I could loose her as I lost Lightning Bird! Yet what was done could not be undone. Unknown to him, a great destiny lay before his granddaughter.
During that time, Phoenix and Firespirit had slipped away and now they stopped on the far side of the village, laughing. "Did you see their faces?" The young Princess gasped between her giggles.
Firespirit calmed down enough to speak. "Yes, I did. It surprised them that another of the Ancient Creed was born in the village. You are a Daughter of Aman, as am I." A red-gold lesser dragon flew up. "Yes, Blaze, she is the one." The huntress answered the dragoness's unspoken question.
Tentatively, Phoenix stroked Blaze. An encouraging chirp made her smile. These creatures wouldn't harm her if she didn't harm them.
Firespirit lightly touched the shoulder of the young huntress. "Come, Phoenix. We must begin." They left that area to begin the mentoring that would supposedly carry them through the next ten years; years filled with injury, insight and courage. Years passed to reveal a young huntress with courage and generosity as well as a curiosity about the Riharan. Her dreams still brought them to her, yet she remained unseen.
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: I am in no way shape or form a Tolkien.
Four years later,
Her abilities awaken.
In the month of May
On the twentieth day and five
Six she is.
The time has come
For the young huntresses
To receive mentors
To guide them through
The process.
Chapter 1
*~
Phoenix stood silently in the forest, listening to voices singing in Sindaran. She understood every word they said; felt their sorrow in her heart. Valoshi Arda...bea anari? Her small hand lightly touched the tree next to her. She didn't wish the elves to leave. In her heart she felt their time wasn't over.
Then her eyes spotted a silver-haired elf. He ruled these, the Gray Havens. The faint voice of one addressing him reached her ears. Soh, riv nuella siy Cirdan. She then grew tense, ready to bolt when he began to approach her. Yet his kind eyes reassured her.
"Greetings, little huntress. Why watch from the shadows?" He queried.
"M-my grandfather feels that all outsiders are dangerous. He would be very angry to learn that I have spoken to you." She met his gaze at that time. "Why are the elves leaving? In my heart, I feel their time has not passed."
Cirdan gently placed his hand on her shoulder. "Young huntress, our time is fading. More elves weary of Arda and go to Valinor. Weither our time ends or is reborn depends on the choice of the Gem."
~*
Volcanic Strike jerked the blankets off of his sleeping sister. "Wake up!" He cried in the six-year-old's ear.
Phoenix shot to her hooves and punched her brother solidly on the jaw. "Don't ever do that again!" She exclaimed as she vanished behind a changing screen.
A laugh escaped her brother as she groomed herself out of his sight. "You know that it's time for you and your age-mate huntresses to receive their mentors. Grandpa won't be happy if you tarry."
She snorted and threw the body brush at him. A pained yelp assured her that she'd hit her target without looking. When the filly emerged, she pranced past her brother and out of the long house. It was hard, her being the only spring birth in that year. The other five had been born in late winter and had to wait for her.
Together the young huntresses gathered in a semicircle, with the shaman and his apprentice, sixteen year old Leala, standing before them. The villagers gathered behind the shaman and Winter Fury raised his hand in a gesture for silence. Once they'd quieted, his hand returned to his side.
"We have gathered today to honor the young huntresses in our midst. As their abilities awaken, they will need guidance to their paths. As such; they will be mentored by mature huntresses."
Leala stood square. "Praise the Valar, for six stand before us now!" Her voice rang out with the authority of a true shaman, as her grandparents, on both sides, had been.
A huntress, a mahogany bay snowflake, stepped up.
"Ladybird of the Line called Lost, the child Radiant Star of the Line of Stars is delivered to you care." Winter Fury declared.
The red chestnut semi-leopard stepped up to her mentor.
"I give praise to the Valar for trusting me with this Daughter of the West." Ladybird declared in a clear voice.
Thus it continued to the last ones left. "Firespirit of the Line of Fire, the child Phoenix of the Line of Fire is delivered into your care."
Bright blue eyes met sapphire blue eyes and held them in a stare. The burnished red-gold semi-leopard mare curled up her legs and took Phoenix's young hands in hers. "By all the Ainur I give thanks. To them and Iluvatar I extend my gratitude. The Daughter of Aman will be guided well."
The entire gathering fell silent, so silent that the chirping of early morning insects was heard clearly.
Strange, how could she be a Daughter of Aman unless... All the pieces fell into place, leaving Thunderbird speechless with fury. No! I will not allow it! It was bad enough that her mother was of the Ancient Creed. I could loose her as I lost Lightning Bird! Yet what was done could not be undone. Unknown to him, a great destiny lay before his granddaughter.
During that time, Phoenix and Firespirit had slipped away and now they stopped on the far side of the village, laughing. "Did you see their faces?" The young Princess gasped between her giggles.
Firespirit calmed down enough to speak. "Yes, I did. It surprised them that another of the Ancient Creed was born in the village. You are a Daughter of Aman, as am I." A red-gold lesser dragon flew up. "Yes, Blaze, she is the one." The huntress answered the dragoness's unspoken question.
Tentatively, Phoenix stroked Blaze. An encouraging chirp made her smile. These creatures wouldn't harm her if she didn't harm them.
Firespirit lightly touched the shoulder of the young huntress. "Come, Phoenix. We must begin." They left that area to begin the mentoring that would supposedly carry them through the next ten years; years filled with injury, insight and courage. Years passed to reveal a young huntress with courage and generosity as well as a curiosity about the Riharan. Her dreams still brought them to her, yet she remained unseen.