Title: Soul Taker
Author: Keladieea
Summary: There is a taker, and there is a giver. One fierce and dangerous, feasting off the souls of elves, gaining strength, to ultimately become the end of all Middle-Earth. This One is the Soul Taker.
Author's Note: This is an AU. The Fellowship was never formed, and the ring was destroyed after Islidor destroyed Sauron.
Disclaimer: I do not own LoTR, but I own my little world and its characters
Read and Review please!
Soul Taker
Chapter Six: The Soul Giver
Irisaylia opened her eyes, wondering why she was still there. She was laying in a wooden bed, with cotton sheets beneath her. The air smelt of pinewood, and she realized she was in a log cabin. She sat up, and gazed at her skin. It was not as pale as usual, and the wind from the open window blew her long hair into her eyes. She let out a gasp, her hair was as blonde as Legolas'!
"You finally awake Irisaylia Stargaze of Mirkwood." Said a man in a nearby chair.
He was a black haired elf, gorgeous, but not as goreous as Legolas, Irisaylia decided.
"Who are you? Why am I here? What has happened to me?" Melira fired questions at him.
"I am the Soul Giver. You are here because I saved you. I put you in another body." He answered all her questions at once.
"The Soul Giver?" Irisaylia said with shock.
"Yes. No one thought I existed. But I do. I went into the realm where the Soul Taker takes the Souls he's taken, and fought for you. You are an important part of his defeat, and I needed you alive." The Soul Giver explained.
"Will I ever be in my body again?" Irisaylia whispered, "Will I ever see Legolas again?"
"Have faith, Irisaylia, have faith." The Soul Giver whispered, "You must journey to Rivendell. It's a long journey from here. Leave now, and you might get there before Elrond's quest takers head out."
"Thank you." Irisaylia mentioned as she gathered supplies.
"I will appear every now and then to help you Irisaylia. I am sorry about our family." The Soul Giver mentioned, then stopped suddenly.
"Our family?" Irisaylia gazed at him.
"We are related, Irisaylia Stargaze. I am an ancient ancestor, traced back as a grandfather to you." The Soul Giver sighed.
"Is that why the Soul Taker was after me?" Irisaylia asked, "Is that why he killed my father? My sister and niece? I saw that their souls were gone, but they were brutally murdered as well!!! What of my mother?"
"Yes. His plan is to rule Middle-Earth, and destroy the descendants of the Soul Giver...me....you..." The Soul Giver said in a whisper.
"Where is my mother?" Irisaylia was near tears.
"Trapped. Between realms." The Soul Giver replied.
"She's in the sleep of the Soul Taker?" Irisaylia said in horror.
"Yes." The Soul Giver nodded.
"I must go. I must help stop the Soul Taker!" Irisaylia gathered a sword and supplies, "Thank you."
She bowed, and ran from the log cabin. Her elvish senses told her where to go, and she rode off on a horse. But her elvish senses didn't know that the Soul Giver was following her.
Irisaylia was tired, and she made sure her horse, Agarwaen, was tied tightly to a tree nearby before she made camp. The night was colder than she had suspected, yet she did not sleep. She couldn't now, not when there was so much danger in the shadows of the night. Irisaylia let out a ragged breath, and could see the smoke-form of her breath in the wind. After an hour or two of steady breathing, Irisaylia rose from the ground and untied Agarwaen.
"How right your name is for you, Agarwaen." She whispered in a soft voice to the black horse, whose mane was a reddish color, "Bloodstained. Both you and I."
The horse let out a 'neigh' in return, and Irisaylia pressed a kiss to its snout. She then lifted herself on to Agarwaen's bare back, gently brought her ankle to its side, and whispered words of encouragement. Agarwaen took off with great speed, and they rode like that until they came upon a group of twenty or so men. A man on the lead horse stared at her like she was an orc.
"Halt. Who are you and what is your business here, so close to Bree, she-elf?" The man growled out.
"I am Gaeruil Sandstone of Rivendell." She spoke without stuttering.
"What is a she-elf, barbarian doing so far from home?" Another man asked the leader.
"I am no such thing!" Irisaylia hissed.
"You must remember to watch your tongue, Janthir. Elves have keen hearing, would like the she-elf to kill you?" The leader growled at his companion.
"My name is Gaeruil! Use it or I will cut off your tongue." Irisaylia growled as they once again called her a 'she-elf'.
"Barbaric! I told you, no ordinary elf would have made such a threat." Janthir shouted to his leader.
"No ordinary elf would have you treat them with such disrespect either, Janthir." The leader yelled at him.
"I am sorry Vargon." Janthir bowed his head slightly to the leader.
"Now, -Gaeruil-, what is your business near Bree?" Vargon finally turned his attention to Irisaylia.
"I have no business near Bree. I am on my way home, to Rivendell." Irisaylia replied.
"Why so far from home?" Vargon seemed puzzled.
"That is my business and my business alone." Irisaylia hissed.
"We will not let you pass unless you state your business." Vargon seemed to grow angry.
"I am on my way to Rivendell to join with Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood, in a quest." Irisaylia said, though she disliked stating such things.
"Legolas Greenleaf? I heard that he was grief-stricken in Rivendell for the death of his beloved Irisaylia Stargaze." Vargon said with shock.
"Is he well? Do you know?" Irisaylia shifted in her seat.
"He goes on to fight off a demon of the old world. Rumours have been spreading like wildfire through Bree about the demon. Are you going to help with its defeat?" Vargon asked.
"That I am." Irisaylia looked down at Agarwaen, and saw that he was getting restless, "I am sorry for such short meetings, but I must be on my way."
"Now, why would we let such a pretty thing like you go for?" Vargon grinned maliciously.
"Master, you wish to capture the she-elf? Do you think it possible? Elves are dangerous creatures!" Janthir said suddenly.
Irisaylia suddenly knew why Agarwaen did not like these men, they were poacher's! Then she saw a wagon in the back of the men, and knew that they had more elves in there as prisoners. Could she escape them? Should she try to save the other elves? What should she do? She knew her business was to get to Rivendell, but how now that this barrier was before her? Irisaylia knew what she had to do, and begged the stars that they would forgive her for turning her back on the other elves.
"Revia, Agarwaen! Fly, Agarwaen!." Irisaylia shouted.
Agarwaen stood on his back legs, and kicked at the men with his front. Then he turned, and rode at a neck-breaking speed out of the field. Irisaylia could hear Vargon and the others following her.
'This is the wrong way.' Irisaylia cursed herself.
She drew her long, silver sword and made a motion that told Agarwaen to turn back. He did, and they now ran head to head at Vargon and his men. A battle cry escaped her lips, and she swung her sword hard as they met the men. The sickening sound of flesh being split sounded as she battled through the men, and left almost nine of them dead.
"Revia, Agarwaen! Revia! Fly, Agarwaen! Fly!." She shouted again.
She didn't know how long she rode at the high speed, but by the time she stopped and turned to look back, nightfall had come.
"Did we spend our day fighting and running from those men?" She wondered aloud.
Agarwaen just let out a soft 'neigh' and Irisaylia knew he was exhausted.
"Oh, I am sorry Agarwaen." She said, and slid off his back, "I am sorry." She repeated.
She tied him to a tree after he quenched his thirst at a nearby stream, and climbed into the same tree. She leaned against the trunk, and groaned as she realized how sore her muscles were. Her body was not as strong as her other. She thought of Legolas, and wondered if he had left Rivendell on the quest yet?
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Author: Keladieea
Summary: There is a taker, and there is a giver. One fierce and dangerous, feasting off the souls of elves, gaining strength, to ultimately become the end of all Middle-Earth. This One is the Soul Taker.
Author's Note: This is an AU. The Fellowship was never formed, and the ring was destroyed after Islidor destroyed Sauron.
Disclaimer: I do not own LoTR, but I own my little world and its characters
Read and Review please!
Soul Taker
Chapter Six: The Soul Giver
Irisaylia opened her eyes, wondering why she was still there. She was laying in a wooden bed, with cotton sheets beneath her. The air smelt of pinewood, and she realized she was in a log cabin. She sat up, and gazed at her skin. It was not as pale as usual, and the wind from the open window blew her long hair into her eyes. She let out a gasp, her hair was as blonde as Legolas'!
"You finally awake Irisaylia Stargaze of Mirkwood." Said a man in a nearby chair.
He was a black haired elf, gorgeous, but not as goreous as Legolas, Irisaylia decided.
"Who are you? Why am I here? What has happened to me?" Melira fired questions at him.
"I am the Soul Giver. You are here because I saved you. I put you in another body." He answered all her questions at once.
"The Soul Giver?" Irisaylia said with shock.
"Yes. No one thought I existed. But I do. I went into the realm where the Soul Taker takes the Souls he's taken, and fought for you. You are an important part of his defeat, and I needed you alive." The Soul Giver explained.
"Will I ever be in my body again?" Irisaylia whispered, "Will I ever see Legolas again?"
"Have faith, Irisaylia, have faith." The Soul Giver whispered, "You must journey to Rivendell. It's a long journey from here. Leave now, and you might get there before Elrond's quest takers head out."
"Thank you." Irisaylia mentioned as she gathered supplies.
"I will appear every now and then to help you Irisaylia. I am sorry about our family." The Soul Giver mentioned, then stopped suddenly.
"Our family?" Irisaylia gazed at him.
"We are related, Irisaylia Stargaze. I am an ancient ancestor, traced back as a grandfather to you." The Soul Giver sighed.
"Is that why the Soul Taker was after me?" Irisaylia asked, "Is that why he killed my father? My sister and niece? I saw that their souls were gone, but they were brutally murdered as well!!! What of my mother?"
"Yes. His plan is to rule Middle-Earth, and destroy the descendants of the Soul Giver...me....you..." The Soul Giver said in a whisper.
"Where is my mother?" Irisaylia was near tears.
"Trapped. Between realms." The Soul Giver replied.
"She's in the sleep of the Soul Taker?" Irisaylia said in horror.
"Yes." The Soul Giver nodded.
"I must go. I must help stop the Soul Taker!" Irisaylia gathered a sword and supplies, "Thank you."
She bowed, and ran from the log cabin. Her elvish senses told her where to go, and she rode off on a horse. But her elvish senses didn't know that the Soul Giver was following her.
Irisaylia was tired, and she made sure her horse, Agarwaen, was tied tightly to a tree nearby before she made camp. The night was colder than she had suspected, yet she did not sleep. She couldn't now, not when there was so much danger in the shadows of the night. Irisaylia let out a ragged breath, and could see the smoke-form of her breath in the wind. After an hour or two of steady breathing, Irisaylia rose from the ground and untied Agarwaen.
"How right your name is for you, Agarwaen." She whispered in a soft voice to the black horse, whose mane was a reddish color, "Bloodstained. Both you and I."
The horse let out a 'neigh' in return, and Irisaylia pressed a kiss to its snout. She then lifted herself on to Agarwaen's bare back, gently brought her ankle to its side, and whispered words of encouragement. Agarwaen took off with great speed, and they rode like that until they came upon a group of twenty or so men. A man on the lead horse stared at her like she was an orc.
"Halt. Who are you and what is your business here, so close to Bree, she-elf?" The man growled out.
"I am Gaeruil Sandstone of Rivendell." She spoke without stuttering.
"What is a she-elf, barbarian doing so far from home?" Another man asked the leader.
"I am no such thing!" Irisaylia hissed.
"You must remember to watch your tongue, Janthir. Elves have keen hearing, would like the she-elf to kill you?" The leader growled at his companion.
"My name is Gaeruil! Use it or I will cut off your tongue." Irisaylia growled as they once again called her a 'she-elf'.
"Barbaric! I told you, no ordinary elf would have made such a threat." Janthir shouted to his leader.
"No ordinary elf would have you treat them with such disrespect either, Janthir." The leader yelled at him.
"I am sorry Vargon." Janthir bowed his head slightly to the leader.
"Now, -Gaeruil-, what is your business near Bree?" Vargon finally turned his attention to Irisaylia.
"I have no business near Bree. I am on my way home, to Rivendell." Irisaylia replied.
"Why so far from home?" Vargon seemed puzzled.
"That is my business and my business alone." Irisaylia hissed.
"We will not let you pass unless you state your business." Vargon seemed to grow angry.
"I am on my way to Rivendell to join with Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood, in a quest." Irisaylia said, though she disliked stating such things.
"Legolas Greenleaf? I heard that he was grief-stricken in Rivendell for the death of his beloved Irisaylia Stargaze." Vargon said with shock.
"Is he well? Do you know?" Irisaylia shifted in her seat.
"He goes on to fight off a demon of the old world. Rumours have been spreading like wildfire through Bree about the demon. Are you going to help with its defeat?" Vargon asked.
"That I am." Irisaylia looked down at Agarwaen, and saw that he was getting restless, "I am sorry for such short meetings, but I must be on my way."
"Now, why would we let such a pretty thing like you go for?" Vargon grinned maliciously.
"Master, you wish to capture the she-elf? Do you think it possible? Elves are dangerous creatures!" Janthir said suddenly.
Irisaylia suddenly knew why Agarwaen did not like these men, they were poacher's! Then she saw a wagon in the back of the men, and knew that they had more elves in there as prisoners. Could she escape them? Should she try to save the other elves? What should she do? She knew her business was to get to Rivendell, but how now that this barrier was before her? Irisaylia knew what she had to do, and begged the stars that they would forgive her for turning her back on the other elves.
"Revia, Agarwaen! Fly, Agarwaen!." Irisaylia shouted.
Agarwaen stood on his back legs, and kicked at the men with his front. Then he turned, and rode at a neck-breaking speed out of the field. Irisaylia could hear Vargon and the others following her.
'This is the wrong way.' Irisaylia cursed herself.
She drew her long, silver sword and made a motion that told Agarwaen to turn back. He did, and they now ran head to head at Vargon and his men. A battle cry escaped her lips, and she swung her sword hard as they met the men. The sickening sound of flesh being split sounded as she battled through the men, and left almost nine of them dead.
"Revia, Agarwaen! Revia! Fly, Agarwaen! Fly!." She shouted again.
She didn't know how long she rode at the high speed, but by the time she stopped and turned to look back, nightfall had come.
"Did we spend our day fighting and running from those men?" She wondered aloud.
Agarwaen just let out a soft 'neigh' and Irisaylia knew he was exhausted.
"Oh, I am sorry Agarwaen." She said, and slid off his back, "I am sorry." She repeated.
She tied him to a tree after he quenched his thirst at a nearby stream, and climbed into the same tree. She leaned against the trunk, and groaned as she realized how sore her muscles were. Her body was not as strong as her other. She thought of Legolas, and wondered if he had left Rivendell on the quest yet?
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