Chapter 5: Tilionthule...
Aignor rode, flying on his steed Opaleye. The white horse neighed once, and the calls and cries of many animals in the forest answered.
His encounter with Frodo Baggins the Halfling made him think. Who was the little creature? He was a Ring-bearer, and that made Aignor uneasy. Opaleye carried him easily, leaping from stone to stone over the lake Elenna-uial.
Suddenly a noise made him turn his head. The shriek of an eagle stood out amongst the croaks of the frogs and warbles of sparrows. A howl of a wolf followed it, and soon he heard a haunting song of the whale out in the Sea.
The term "tilionthule" came to mind, and Aignor dismounted Opaleye. Tilionthule... he thought, Horned spirit...
He sauntered nervously to Elenna-uial. Gingerly he dipped one finger into the substance, and ripples fled from his touch. "Tilionthule uial aelin!" he cried out suddenly. He backed away from the lake, and watched in awe as a gray mist arose from the crystal waters.
It formed in the shape of an orb, and seemed to glow with its own light. Then Aignor watched in amazement as letters that transformed into words, which created a long, sickly sentence:
BEWARE THE MINI-GIANT WHO HAS BEEN CORRUPTED AND GROWN DECEITFUL, WHO HAS PLANS OF DEATH AND PAIN, WHO IS A WISE FOOL. BEWARE BOTH HIM AND HIS DEATH...
Aignor stared at the words scrolling across the shining globe. Darkness swirled within it, and then grew to a form of a horned beast, snarling at Aignor. He stepped back, and the tilionthule snorted, :Heed these words, else your own death may bring about the destruction of all.: And with a growl it sank below the surface of Elenna-uial, never to be seen again.
I shall call the one the tilionthule has thus warned me of 'Hisilome,' Aignor thought. For he is of mist and shadow...
He blew a horn, and several similar horns responded. He mounted Opaleye, and they rode throughout the forest, Aignor calling, "Tilionthule! Tilionthule!"
Watching him from the surveying shadows of the trees was a Hobbit. His eyes were dark and dangerous, guarding all within.
Forgotten, a flaring white gem on a brilliant silver cord lay beside him on the ground.
A/N: Sorry how some chapters are short. I wrote this a while ago, and some of them I don't feel like drawing out and stuff…a few changes have been made since the original, so that things make more sense. I hope the tilionthule concept wasn't hard to follow. Like I said, it was created by just a couple of words that I was having fun with, and then it developed from that.
