A/N: Okay. since no one reviewed to give me any ideas you will have to
suffer with what I came up with. Mwahahahahahaha! Anyways, I need some
opinions so please review! But I'm making this up as I go so if this
chapter is really bad please tell me, it should improve next time when I
actually have an idea of where I want this story to go.. *gives out
cookies* if you read this far you deserve a cookie! Anyways I think I'll
start now and get this over with. But think about this should someone fall
in love with Legolas or should I make someone for them to fall in love
with?
Disclaimer: *slaps you upside the head* If I need to tell you now that I own nothing except the people you've never heard of then you need to change jobs because your really bad at this. Basically everything is owned by the almighty Tolkien or the goddess Jennifer Roberson so don't sue me!
A/N: Anyways..
Chapter 3 ~Fear and Pain~
"So the Ihlini has sent us to our deaths because our tahlmorras interfered with his plans," Derin said. "Well we shall just have to show him that it is not easy to kill Cheysuli!" With that he turned and faced the bowmen with his mouth set in grim determination. He drew his beautiful Chesuli knife feeling the silver wolf's head hilt under his hand. Islayanna drew her own knife so similar to his and prepared to meet the archers.
"So he sent you to finish us off in an unknown land? Well obviously you have never met Cheysuli warriors," Islayanna said challengingly. The men just advanced on them. She smiled knowingly at them with a promise of death in her eyes, but her face still remained expressionless. They stopped several feet away.
"Cheysuli warriors? What type off warrior is that? No one sent us to slay you, m'lady," one of the men spoke up. He wore dark brown leggings and a green tunic. Like the other men he was tall and fit with pointy ears. Wait pointy ears.. She thought to herself. No one should have pointy ears. Then she heard herself muttering out loud, "I am talking to myself for my lir is not here. Oh how I need her here with me!"
"Shansu* rujholla. We will find them and then we shall be whole again. You bear this burden not alone," Derin murmured to her softly. His eyes never moved from the men standing in front of them as he reassured her that everything would be all right. He watched the men putting everything about them to memory so he would recognize other agents of the Ilhini. He noted the type of clothing they wore, and any feature that he thought might distinguish their people. Then his eyes spotted their ears. "Where are we?" he asked puzzled. No one in Homana had pointy ears, he thought, surely we would have heard about if they did . . .
"You are in the golden woods of Lothlórien," the same man told them. His companion, in a lighter green tunic and brown leggings like the other man, spoke to the man wearing darker clothes in a strange but musical language. The man answered curtly in the same language then turned to them, "My companion thinks that we should take you back to the lady of the wood. She does not take to kindly to trespassers." Islayanna and Derin tensed at these words and prepared to fight.
"Lothlórien? The golden wood? Where is that?" Islayanna asked softly. A look of confusion passed over her eyes. "Erin perhaps? Or Falia? Or perhaps Ativia? We don't know those lands too well. But I am sure I would remember if I heard of a place called Lothlórien." Suddenly pain ripped through her body. She sank to the ground cradling her arm as if it was the cause of her sudden pain. Derin saw her and started to mutter curses in the old tongue. He moved towards her slowly still keeping an eye on the men with bows. They were talking to each other in there own language. Derin knelt down next to Islayanna when he saw one of the men come forward.
"Stay where you are you ku'reshtin!" Derin said. The man stopped after seeing the look of concern, hatred, pain, and fear on Devin's face.
"We just want to help," the man who wore the dark clothes and Derin took to be the leader of the men. He had such a look of concern on his face that Derin took him seriously. " We are renowned for our healing skills if you will just lets us try . . ."
Derin shook his head, "No, this is not a wound. Not something you can heal unless you can find Caril and bring her here. Then we can heal her. But with out her lir there is nothing you can do to help." He looked at the men with pity knowing their dilemma. Then he turned to his sister. He took her face in his hands and spoke to her. "Shansu rujholla. We will find her. The gods will not let anything happen to her in this strange land. Tahlmorra lujhala mei wiccan, chesu*. Over come the pain. You have done it before. You need to focus on the task ahead." Her eyes slowly returned to normal letting the pain go to some unknown area deep in her body where it could be released later.
"Resh'ta-ni*," she said and stood up only letting on that some of the pain was still there. "She got shot in the forepaw I think," she informed Derin, "Were just lucky that Maytin hasn't gotten injured or else both of us would be useless instead of just me." She smiled weakly at him trying to lighten the mood. She got to her feet slowly, careful to keep the pain from showing. "Leijhana tu'sai, rujho." Derin just nodded and looked back to the archers.
An awkward silence fell making everyone uncomfortable. For several minutes they stood there indecisive of what to do until Derin spoke up. "Who are you if you're not slaves of the Ihlini?"
The man with the darker clothing that they thought must be the leader spoke first, "We are guardsmen of Lothlórien. I am Eserio, Captain of the guard. These are my brothers, Domir and Namir. They speak very little of the common tongue, and will not understand you."
Derin looked at Islayanna and saw that she was in a silent battle to over come the pain. He put a comforting hand on her shoulder and spoke for both of them, "I am Derin and this is my rujholla, Islayanna. Two lost Cheysuli warriors on their way to Clan Keep."
"Were is this Clan Keep and what is a Cheysuli warrior?" Eserio asked after translating for his brothers. They both looked worried and Derin could tell they wanted him to hurry up.
Islayanna spoke up shrugging Derin's hand off her shoulder, "We will not tell you where clan keep is for it is a well kept secret but it is our home and we will not tell you for fear that it may reach the ears of someone searching to hurt us or the rest of our clan. But as for being a Cheysuli warrior . . . if you don't know perhaps its better that you stay oblivious."
"Rujholla . . ." Derin said trailing off.
"You do not understand rujho. I wish to believe them but the Ihlini helped us then sent us here. How can we be sure that they won't do the same? We are in a strange land where we know no one." Islayanna looked at him. "Remember how they took Kalin . . ."
He nodded sadly and seemed to be lost in his own thoughts before he came back, even more alert. They were both tense and ready to act at a moment's notice. Their hands were clasped on their knives and they stood ready for anything. Eserio only said, "I think it is time you come to see the lady of Lothlórien. She awaits you as we speak." He motioned for them to follow him into the woods. They followed tense and nervous, not knowing if the walked into the home of enemies or new friends. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*Cheysuli Old Tongue~
Resh'ta-ni: As you would have it.
Tahlmorra lujhala mei wiccan, chesu: The fate of a man rests always within the hands of the gods.
Shansu: peace
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A/N: Okay that's all for now! I hope you like it so far if not why are you reading it? But anyways I'm sorry it took so long to get the chapter up but my computer was screwed up and I lost half of the story then I was really busy and couldn't come up with names! The next one shouldn't take so long . . . I hope . . . Anyways R&R please . . .?
Disclaimer: *slaps you upside the head* If I need to tell you now that I own nothing except the people you've never heard of then you need to change jobs because your really bad at this. Basically everything is owned by the almighty Tolkien or the goddess Jennifer Roberson so don't sue me!
A/N: Anyways..
Chapter 3 ~Fear and Pain~
"So the Ihlini has sent us to our deaths because our tahlmorras interfered with his plans," Derin said. "Well we shall just have to show him that it is not easy to kill Cheysuli!" With that he turned and faced the bowmen with his mouth set in grim determination. He drew his beautiful Chesuli knife feeling the silver wolf's head hilt under his hand. Islayanna drew her own knife so similar to his and prepared to meet the archers.
"So he sent you to finish us off in an unknown land? Well obviously you have never met Cheysuli warriors," Islayanna said challengingly. The men just advanced on them. She smiled knowingly at them with a promise of death in her eyes, but her face still remained expressionless. They stopped several feet away.
"Cheysuli warriors? What type off warrior is that? No one sent us to slay you, m'lady," one of the men spoke up. He wore dark brown leggings and a green tunic. Like the other men he was tall and fit with pointy ears. Wait pointy ears.. She thought to herself. No one should have pointy ears. Then she heard herself muttering out loud, "I am talking to myself for my lir is not here. Oh how I need her here with me!"
"Shansu* rujholla. We will find them and then we shall be whole again. You bear this burden not alone," Derin murmured to her softly. His eyes never moved from the men standing in front of them as he reassured her that everything would be all right. He watched the men putting everything about them to memory so he would recognize other agents of the Ilhini. He noted the type of clothing they wore, and any feature that he thought might distinguish their people. Then his eyes spotted their ears. "Where are we?" he asked puzzled. No one in Homana had pointy ears, he thought, surely we would have heard about if they did . . .
"You are in the golden woods of Lothlórien," the same man told them. His companion, in a lighter green tunic and brown leggings like the other man, spoke to the man wearing darker clothes in a strange but musical language. The man answered curtly in the same language then turned to them, "My companion thinks that we should take you back to the lady of the wood. She does not take to kindly to trespassers." Islayanna and Derin tensed at these words and prepared to fight.
"Lothlórien? The golden wood? Where is that?" Islayanna asked softly. A look of confusion passed over her eyes. "Erin perhaps? Or Falia? Or perhaps Ativia? We don't know those lands too well. But I am sure I would remember if I heard of a place called Lothlórien." Suddenly pain ripped through her body. She sank to the ground cradling her arm as if it was the cause of her sudden pain. Derin saw her and started to mutter curses in the old tongue. He moved towards her slowly still keeping an eye on the men with bows. They were talking to each other in there own language. Derin knelt down next to Islayanna when he saw one of the men come forward.
"Stay where you are you ku'reshtin!" Derin said. The man stopped after seeing the look of concern, hatred, pain, and fear on Devin's face.
"We just want to help," the man who wore the dark clothes and Derin took to be the leader of the men. He had such a look of concern on his face that Derin took him seriously. " We are renowned for our healing skills if you will just lets us try . . ."
Derin shook his head, "No, this is not a wound. Not something you can heal unless you can find Caril and bring her here. Then we can heal her. But with out her lir there is nothing you can do to help." He looked at the men with pity knowing their dilemma. Then he turned to his sister. He took her face in his hands and spoke to her. "Shansu rujholla. We will find her. The gods will not let anything happen to her in this strange land. Tahlmorra lujhala mei wiccan, chesu*. Over come the pain. You have done it before. You need to focus on the task ahead." Her eyes slowly returned to normal letting the pain go to some unknown area deep in her body where it could be released later.
"Resh'ta-ni*," she said and stood up only letting on that some of the pain was still there. "She got shot in the forepaw I think," she informed Derin, "Were just lucky that Maytin hasn't gotten injured or else both of us would be useless instead of just me." She smiled weakly at him trying to lighten the mood. She got to her feet slowly, careful to keep the pain from showing. "Leijhana tu'sai, rujho." Derin just nodded and looked back to the archers.
An awkward silence fell making everyone uncomfortable. For several minutes they stood there indecisive of what to do until Derin spoke up. "Who are you if you're not slaves of the Ihlini?"
The man with the darker clothing that they thought must be the leader spoke first, "We are guardsmen of Lothlórien. I am Eserio, Captain of the guard. These are my brothers, Domir and Namir. They speak very little of the common tongue, and will not understand you."
Derin looked at Islayanna and saw that she was in a silent battle to over come the pain. He put a comforting hand on her shoulder and spoke for both of them, "I am Derin and this is my rujholla, Islayanna. Two lost Cheysuli warriors on their way to Clan Keep."
"Were is this Clan Keep and what is a Cheysuli warrior?" Eserio asked after translating for his brothers. They both looked worried and Derin could tell they wanted him to hurry up.
Islayanna spoke up shrugging Derin's hand off her shoulder, "We will not tell you where clan keep is for it is a well kept secret but it is our home and we will not tell you for fear that it may reach the ears of someone searching to hurt us or the rest of our clan. But as for being a Cheysuli warrior . . . if you don't know perhaps its better that you stay oblivious."
"Rujholla . . ." Derin said trailing off.
"You do not understand rujho. I wish to believe them but the Ihlini helped us then sent us here. How can we be sure that they won't do the same? We are in a strange land where we know no one." Islayanna looked at him. "Remember how they took Kalin . . ."
He nodded sadly and seemed to be lost in his own thoughts before he came back, even more alert. They were both tense and ready to act at a moment's notice. Their hands were clasped on their knives and they stood ready for anything. Eserio only said, "I think it is time you come to see the lady of Lothlórien. She awaits you as we speak." He motioned for them to follow him into the woods. They followed tense and nervous, not knowing if the walked into the home of enemies or new friends. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*Cheysuli Old Tongue~
Resh'ta-ni: As you would have it.
Tahlmorra lujhala mei wiccan, chesu: The fate of a man rests always within the hands of the gods.
Shansu: peace
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*
A/N: Okay that's all for now! I hope you like it so far if not why are you reading it? But anyways I'm sorry it took so long to get the chapter up but my computer was screwed up and I lost half of the story then I was really busy and couldn't come up with names! The next one shouldn't take so long . . . I hope . . . Anyways R&R please . . .?
