A/N: Mwahahahaha I'm back! *gives cookies out* that's for reading this far!
YAY! looks at Abskii oh yeah! *slaps head again* I forgot to give my
favorite and only reviewer her cookie but since she was the only one to
review she gets a pizza too *gives Abskii a cookie and a pizza* you're the
best! Anyways I hope u liked the last chapter! This one should be good but
I have no idea where it's going so you're going to have to hang in there
and see where this chapter ends.
Disclaimer: well if you didn't see it in the first chapter then you weren't really reading my story! Go to jail! Do not collect $200! Reread the entire thing then come back here and yell at me all you want!
A/N: Anyways to the story if I can figure out where to start it. I figured out that I write better when I don't have any idea what I'm doing but know what I have to include like. wait I was just going to tell you what's gonna happen.not gonna happen, I wont tell you and you can't make me.. Ok I know I'm rambling. okay I guess I'll start now..
Chapter 2~Shapechangers and Ihlini~
A high pitched scream pierced the air. "Get out shapechangers! Get out! You demons! We will not serve your kind in here!" A young woman yelled at Islayanna, Derin, Kalin, and the lir motioning for them to get out with a wooden cup! When they didn't move several customers in the tavern stood up and drew a collection of knives and swords. They backed away slowly, Carin and Maytin pressed against their legs barring their teeth at the men. Just as they reached the door it swung open and knocked Islayanna into a man several feet infront of her.
Suddenly she felt steel at her neck. She froze. The man had her in his arms and wasn't going to let go of his prize. She was helpless at the moment. Then she saw Derin shove Karil out the door with directions to run all the way to the keep and not stop until she got there. Islayanna caught a glimpse her rujholla running for her life before the door swung shut. Then she saw her rujho pull his long knife out of its sheath. She knew what to expect but the men in the tavern had only heard rumors of the power of the Cheysuli.
There was silence through out the room, even the lir had stopped growling to communicate with their warriors. A slight breeze blew in from the open window making the candles flicker, casting erie shadows on the walls. Then the light caught the lir bands on Derin's arms. The gold glinted and showed the shape of a wolf running interwoven with leather. The men's' eyes reflected the glint the minute they saw the bands. Murmurs of "gold" were heard through out the room. Islayanna winced inside knowing that the men would kill them for their gold when it wasn't used for money within the Cheysuli clans. The lir gold represented the knowledge that the person was a warrior and had a lir. They were more to show that you had a lir and what kind of animal it was. There were two types of lir gold, the lir bands that were above the elbows and had golden lirs entertwined with leather and then there was the lir earring, a golden earring with the shape of your lir, Islayanna had two because she was female but the male Cheysuli had only one earring and the two lir bands.
Then the murmuring subsided when Derin spoke up, "You will be getting no gold from us. So let my rujholla go and we will leave peacefully."
The man holding her spoke up in a deep husky voice, "Why should we let this one go when we have no reason to. If you will not give us your gold then there is nothing you can trade for her unless you intend to trade one of those." He nodded indicating the lir. Derin just shook his head showing no emotion.
"If you do not let her go then you are sadly in for a great surprise and it will be the death of most of you. I can tell none of you have ever faced a Cheysuli warrior before nor ever seen one. Or you would not be standing here with your sword drawn," Derin said calmly, not trying to scare them just telling them the truth.
Suddenly a man spoke up. He was sitting in the back with his sword sheathed. They could not see his face in the dim light, although his clothes gave much away about him. He wore a dark green tunic, and brown leggings, both were covered in dirt, dried blood, and ash. They knew this man to be a wanderer. Traveling from place to place mostly through the forest. He had experienced loneliness, the loss of comrades, and hunger. It had turned him into a fierce hardened man with memories that few in the room could even come close to comparing. But he spoke up at that moment and made everyone notice him, "I have. I have seen the Cheysuli in action many times. There is nothing you could do if they wanted to kill you unless there were Ihlini* among you." (A/N: remember the stars? well I do! so you should too!)
The room grew still at his words none knowing whether to take his word or not. Then they tensed as they saw the truth in his words from the way Derin held himself. They knew he was a true warrior, he stood ready to be attacked. Yet he was still able to attack without moving and giving himself away. Then they noticed the two lir at his side ready to do his beck and call, ready to defend the two warriors with there lives although it would cause them to die also. Then their eyes fell on Islayanna. She was a woman but they saw the look in her eyes, she would fight to the death the moment she got free and it probably would not be her death. They realized the folly in their judgements but no one knew how to fix them. Their pride would not let them be the first one to back down yet they knew that if they did not they would die.
Islayanna sighed as she felt the steel leave her throat and the encircling arms leave. The man had given into the thought of living and let her go. He backed away from her slowly while she walked casually back to her brother. Upon reaching him she dropped on one knee and took her lir up into her arms. The wolf licked her excitedly and made her laugh. The other men watched in silence as she greeted her lir, watching as the wolf took on the likeness of an eager puppy. They sheathed their swords and slowly sat down staring at the two. Then the reunion broke off and the four left the tavern together.
Before the door closed a dark figure slipped out to the surprise of the men inside. The figure followed the two to were they thought they were safely in the woods away from prying eyes and they took lir form. Then he stood up and revealed himself to them. Immediately four sets of eyes were on him, two eire yellow and the others brown. He held up his arms to show he ment no harm and they noticed that he wore a green tunic and brown leggings. Then it occurred, He's the one who spoke up in our benefit in the tavern. We have nothing to fear from him. Islayanna told Caril who passed it on. Three heads nodded in silent communication to her, a small silver wolf. She changed back and was soon followed by Derin, the sleek black wolf next to Maytin.
"What do you want?" Islayanna asked. "We are very thankful you helped us in the tavern but we need to get to the keep soon. Leijhana tu'sai, * but we must be going soon!" The man nodded his comprehension.
He raised his left hand into the air and drew symbols in the air as he said, "Oh I know you must get to your precious keep, but I'm afraid I must detain you. Your talhmorras stand in my way so I fear I must get rid of you." With that the runes he had written in the air flared purple.
"Ihlini!" Islayanna and Derin gasped. They drew away in silent wonder then turned to take lir-shape but found that they couldn't because there lir were not there and neither was the Ihlini sorcerer. They were in a different forrest and a different land then the one they knew. They knew that their lir were in the land but they couldn't reach them through the lir link. They looked around and noticed that there were three bows aimed at them.
Ihlini: a race akin to the Cheysuli but harbors a hate against them because they think the fulfillment of the Cheysuli prophecy will wipe there race out (A/N: the prophecy takes place in Chronicles of the Cheysuli wont be used in this story much)
Leijhana tu'sai: thank you very much
(A/N: again these words were used in the Chronicles of the Cheysuli and are from the Cheysuli language commonly called the old tongue, if I missed any words please tell me and I'll add them in the next chappie!)
A/N: Okay I probably confused you more but oh well! I got through the chappie although I think I dragged it out a little but I had to show you how the Cheysuli were treated and that was the only way I could think of! The next chappie is where I have no idea what I'm doing so any ideas would be helpful. Should I make this a Legolas romance or make up a new character for one of them to fall for? Opinions would be helpful so REVIEW!!!! please?
Disclaimer: well if you didn't see it in the first chapter then you weren't really reading my story! Go to jail! Do not collect $200! Reread the entire thing then come back here and yell at me all you want!
A/N: Anyways to the story if I can figure out where to start it. I figured out that I write better when I don't have any idea what I'm doing but know what I have to include like. wait I was just going to tell you what's gonna happen.not gonna happen, I wont tell you and you can't make me.. Ok I know I'm rambling. okay I guess I'll start now..
Chapter 2~Shapechangers and Ihlini~
A high pitched scream pierced the air. "Get out shapechangers! Get out! You demons! We will not serve your kind in here!" A young woman yelled at Islayanna, Derin, Kalin, and the lir motioning for them to get out with a wooden cup! When they didn't move several customers in the tavern stood up and drew a collection of knives and swords. They backed away slowly, Carin and Maytin pressed against their legs barring their teeth at the men. Just as they reached the door it swung open and knocked Islayanna into a man several feet infront of her.
Suddenly she felt steel at her neck. She froze. The man had her in his arms and wasn't going to let go of his prize. She was helpless at the moment. Then she saw Derin shove Karil out the door with directions to run all the way to the keep and not stop until she got there. Islayanna caught a glimpse her rujholla running for her life before the door swung shut. Then she saw her rujho pull his long knife out of its sheath. She knew what to expect but the men in the tavern had only heard rumors of the power of the Cheysuli.
There was silence through out the room, even the lir had stopped growling to communicate with their warriors. A slight breeze blew in from the open window making the candles flicker, casting erie shadows on the walls. Then the light caught the lir bands on Derin's arms. The gold glinted and showed the shape of a wolf running interwoven with leather. The men's' eyes reflected the glint the minute they saw the bands. Murmurs of "gold" were heard through out the room. Islayanna winced inside knowing that the men would kill them for their gold when it wasn't used for money within the Cheysuli clans. The lir gold represented the knowledge that the person was a warrior and had a lir. They were more to show that you had a lir and what kind of animal it was. There were two types of lir gold, the lir bands that were above the elbows and had golden lirs entertwined with leather and then there was the lir earring, a golden earring with the shape of your lir, Islayanna had two because she was female but the male Cheysuli had only one earring and the two lir bands.
Then the murmuring subsided when Derin spoke up, "You will be getting no gold from us. So let my rujholla go and we will leave peacefully."
The man holding her spoke up in a deep husky voice, "Why should we let this one go when we have no reason to. If you will not give us your gold then there is nothing you can trade for her unless you intend to trade one of those." He nodded indicating the lir. Derin just shook his head showing no emotion.
"If you do not let her go then you are sadly in for a great surprise and it will be the death of most of you. I can tell none of you have ever faced a Cheysuli warrior before nor ever seen one. Or you would not be standing here with your sword drawn," Derin said calmly, not trying to scare them just telling them the truth.
Suddenly a man spoke up. He was sitting in the back with his sword sheathed. They could not see his face in the dim light, although his clothes gave much away about him. He wore a dark green tunic, and brown leggings, both were covered in dirt, dried blood, and ash. They knew this man to be a wanderer. Traveling from place to place mostly through the forest. He had experienced loneliness, the loss of comrades, and hunger. It had turned him into a fierce hardened man with memories that few in the room could even come close to comparing. But he spoke up at that moment and made everyone notice him, "I have. I have seen the Cheysuli in action many times. There is nothing you could do if they wanted to kill you unless there were Ihlini* among you." (A/N: remember the stars? well I do! so you should too!)
The room grew still at his words none knowing whether to take his word or not. Then they tensed as they saw the truth in his words from the way Derin held himself. They knew he was a true warrior, he stood ready to be attacked. Yet he was still able to attack without moving and giving himself away. Then they noticed the two lir at his side ready to do his beck and call, ready to defend the two warriors with there lives although it would cause them to die also. Then their eyes fell on Islayanna. She was a woman but they saw the look in her eyes, she would fight to the death the moment she got free and it probably would not be her death. They realized the folly in their judgements but no one knew how to fix them. Their pride would not let them be the first one to back down yet they knew that if they did not they would die.
Islayanna sighed as she felt the steel leave her throat and the encircling arms leave. The man had given into the thought of living and let her go. He backed away from her slowly while she walked casually back to her brother. Upon reaching him she dropped on one knee and took her lir up into her arms. The wolf licked her excitedly and made her laugh. The other men watched in silence as she greeted her lir, watching as the wolf took on the likeness of an eager puppy. They sheathed their swords and slowly sat down staring at the two. Then the reunion broke off and the four left the tavern together.
Before the door closed a dark figure slipped out to the surprise of the men inside. The figure followed the two to were they thought they were safely in the woods away from prying eyes and they took lir form. Then he stood up and revealed himself to them. Immediately four sets of eyes were on him, two eire yellow and the others brown. He held up his arms to show he ment no harm and they noticed that he wore a green tunic and brown leggings. Then it occurred, He's the one who spoke up in our benefit in the tavern. We have nothing to fear from him. Islayanna told Caril who passed it on. Three heads nodded in silent communication to her, a small silver wolf. She changed back and was soon followed by Derin, the sleek black wolf next to Maytin.
"What do you want?" Islayanna asked. "We are very thankful you helped us in the tavern but we need to get to the keep soon. Leijhana tu'sai, * but we must be going soon!" The man nodded his comprehension.
He raised his left hand into the air and drew symbols in the air as he said, "Oh I know you must get to your precious keep, but I'm afraid I must detain you. Your talhmorras stand in my way so I fear I must get rid of you." With that the runes he had written in the air flared purple.
"Ihlini!" Islayanna and Derin gasped. They drew away in silent wonder then turned to take lir-shape but found that they couldn't because there lir were not there and neither was the Ihlini sorcerer. They were in a different forrest and a different land then the one they knew. They knew that their lir were in the land but they couldn't reach them through the lir link. They looked around and noticed that there were three bows aimed at them.
Ihlini: a race akin to the Cheysuli but harbors a hate against them because they think the fulfillment of the Cheysuli prophecy will wipe there race out (A/N: the prophecy takes place in Chronicles of the Cheysuli wont be used in this story much)
Leijhana tu'sai: thank you very much
(A/N: again these words were used in the Chronicles of the Cheysuli and are from the Cheysuli language commonly called the old tongue, if I missed any words please tell me and I'll add them in the next chappie!)
A/N: Okay I probably confused you more but oh well! I got through the chappie although I think I dragged it out a little but I had to show you how the Cheysuli were treated and that was the only way I could think of! The next chappie is where I have no idea what I'm doing so any ideas would be helpful. Should I make this a Legolas romance or make up a new character for one of them to fall for? Opinions would be helpful so REVIEW!!!! please?
