Tears in the Twilight
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: Do I look like Tolkien? No? Didn't think so. What does a nature goddess have to do to get her point across? It's bad, and only getting worse.
Pale winter faded
To green spring.
March and April wheeled away
To May.
Days twenty plus five,
The day of the Gem's birth.
Greens beginning to deepen,
Yet still soft.
Now sixteen years past
Her first breath of life.
Chapter 5
Phoenix stood once more at the edge of the forest. "They will come soon, Talitha. I can feel it." Sapphire blue eyes slide closed as the wind blew through her raven black hair.
"Istari of the West,
Return unto this wood.
No longer are you gray,
But as white as snow.
By way of river shall
You come, Ring Bearer.
And by dragon will we meet.
True friend, tried by darkness
And found pure, your concern
Is great strength.
Fair Elf of the Woodland Realm,
See through the deception.
Thus to see with elven eyes
The true me.
Master Dwarf of a mountain lonely,
Keep your temper in check.
Jealously they guard and
By jealousy they loose the Gem.
Five of Nine, be at peace,
The Gem you will find.
She waits for you in the
Forest near Gray Havens."
The last note trailed away as the wind faded. "I know you're there." The huntress declared as she turned around.
Searching Owl chuckled as he let his spell fall. "You have elven ears, my cousin. It's hard to believe at times."
She smiled, agreeing. Then, her eyes spotted a brilliant star. "Look! It's Gil-Estel!" The huntress was pointing to the star sailing in the west.
"Gil-Estel? Phoenix, why call it that?"
"It is the hope of the elves in their exile, for there is a legend behind Gil-Estel." Her eyes glittered with happiness under the light that shone from the sky. "That star is Earendil the Mariner, with one of the Silmarills bound to his brow."
"Stop!" Searching Owl cried. "Speak no more of elves! Grandfather will kick you halfway across Arda!"
Phoenix sighed. "They are coming, my cousin. Five of the Nine Walkers. None can stop them from this." Her eyes held a distant gaze as she listened silently. "The time for the Gem's journey comes. Her choices will influence the fate of all of Arda."
"Phoenix!" He cried, shaking her back to reality. "What in all of creation do you mean?"
She met his gaze easily. "That I cannot say." Then she laughed lightly. "Don't tarry for me, my cousin. Go among the Outsiders and watch as is your duty." He cantered away, causing himself to become invisible again. "So much is hidden from me, Talitha. There is something I must do, but I can't tell what. Such a feeling unnerves me." Her eyes caught a running form. A form that bore the White Hand of Saruman the Traitor.
He runs like the Hounds of the Valar were behind him. Talitha observed.
"That's why. Firespirit." Phoenix's eyes widened as an arrow found the target and it crumpled to the ground. The older huntress gazed to the forest and found the Princess standing there.
Blaze's voice relayed the message. You have grown, my Princess. Stay where you are. It was his fate that this should happen. Already, the Traitor is gone to the Halls. Your choice comes, Daughter of Aman. Blaze perched on Firespirit's shoulder, preparing to take them between. Much could pass before we meet again. Or we may not see eachother on this side of Mandos once more. Farewell. They vanished between. Thus she was left to await her journey.
Echo the Nymph
Disclaimer: Do I look like Tolkien? No? Didn't think so. What does a nature goddess have to do to get her point across? It's bad, and only getting worse.
Pale winter faded
To green spring.
March and April wheeled away
To May.
Days twenty plus five,
The day of the Gem's birth.
Greens beginning to deepen,
Yet still soft.
Now sixteen years past
Her first breath of life.
Chapter 5
Phoenix stood once more at the edge of the forest. "They will come soon, Talitha. I can feel it." Sapphire blue eyes slide closed as the wind blew through her raven black hair.
"Istari of the West,
Return unto this wood.
No longer are you gray,
But as white as snow.
By way of river shall
You come, Ring Bearer.
And by dragon will we meet.
True friend, tried by darkness
And found pure, your concern
Is great strength.
Fair Elf of the Woodland Realm,
See through the deception.
Thus to see with elven eyes
The true me.
Master Dwarf of a mountain lonely,
Keep your temper in check.
Jealously they guard and
By jealousy they loose the Gem.
Five of Nine, be at peace,
The Gem you will find.
She waits for you in the
Forest near Gray Havens."
The last note trailed away as the wind faded. "I know you're there." The huntress declared as she turned around.
Searching Owl chuckled as he let his spell fall. "You have elven ears, my cousin. It's hard to believe at times."
She smiled, agreeing. Then, her eyes spotted a brilliant star. "Look! It's Gil-Estel!" The huntress was pointing to the star sailing in the west.
"Gil-Estel? Phoenix, why call it that?"
"It is the hope of the elves in their exile, for there is a legend behind Gil-Estel." Her eyes glittered with happiness under the light that shone from the sky. "That star is Earendil the Mariner, with one of the Silmarills bound to his brow."
"Stop!" Searching Owl cried. "Speak no more of elves! Grandfather will kick you halfway across Arda!"
Phoenix sighed. "They are coming, my cousin. Five of the Nine Walkers. None can stop them from this." Her eyes held a distant gaze as she listened silently. "The time for the Gem's journey comes. Her choices will influence the fate of all of Arda."
"Phoenix!" He cried, shaking her back to reality. "What in all of creation do you mean?"
She met his gaze easily. "That I cannot say." Then she laughed lightly. "Don't tarry for me, my cousin. Go among the Outsiders and watch as is your duty." He cantered away, causing himself to become invisible again. "So much is hidden from me, Talitha. There is something I must do, but I can't tell what. Such a feeling unnerves me." Her eyes caught a running form. A form that bore the White Hand of Saruman the Traitor.
He runs like the Hounds of the Valar were behind him. Talitha observed.
"That's why. Firespirit." Phoenix's eyes widened as an arrow found the target and it crumpled to the ground. The older huntress gazed to the forest and found the Princess standing there.
Blaze's voice relayed the message. You have grown, my Princess. Stay where you are. It was his fate that this should happen. Already, the Traitor is gone to the Halls. Your choice comes, Daughter of Aman. Blaze perched on Firespirit's shoulder, preparing to take them between. Much could pass before we meet again. Or we may not see eachother on this side of Mandos once more. Farewell. They vanished between. Thus she was left to await her journey.