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 Seven: Elf-Hunter's Abroad
Legolas was glad to know that after so much grief, that he was still swift on his feet. It was only four days after Irisaylia's fall, and they were already on their quest to kill the Soul Taker. Joining him on the quest was Gandalf, Aragorn, and Gimli.
"Are you going to eat Master Elf?" Gimli looked at Legolas.
"No." He replied sharply, "You may have my share."
"Blasted elf thinks he's to good for dwarf-made food?" Gimli said to himself as he walked away.
Legolas did not reply to this, knowing it would lead them to another arguement about Elves and Dwarves. To many of those had been shared between Legolas and Gimli already in the last day.
"Here, Legolas, I brought you some of my tomatoes." Aragorn sat beside him.
"Thank you for your kindness Aragorn." Legolas took the tomatoe and bit into it.
Legolas was -not- hungry, but for the sake of them not worrying about him, he ate the tomatoe. The whole time with Gimli complaining that a mere tomatoe was better then his cooking to the Elf. Legolas let out a chuckle at that.
Irisaylia was awakened from her dreamless-rest at the sound of Agarwaen in panic. Her eyes were relieved of their misty state, and she saw children looking down at her in awe. More children were trying to get close to Agarwaen.
"No children!" She hissed, "Stay away from him!"
"Is he dangerous mam?" A young boy asked with an accented voice.
"Yes, young boy, he is if you do not know how to handle him." She replied and quickly ran to Agarwaen and ushered the children away.
"Idh, Agarwaen. Al-Glam, Agarwaen. Rest, Agarwaen. No noise, Agarwaen.." She said in her language to calm the horse.
"She speaks the language of the Elves!" A little girl cried out in glee.
Irisaylia realized that her hair fell over her ears, and they could not see the pointed tips of them. She smiled gently, and kneeled before the little girl.
"What is your name?" She asked her softly.
"Gwenevere." The girl replied shyly.
"Such a lovely name. Do you mind if I give you a nickname?" Irisaylia said to Gwenevere.
"No mam. You may gives me whatevers you likes." Gwenevere blushed, and Irisaylia loved the way she talked in a child-like way."I shall nickname you Gwilwileth. Do you want to know what it means?" Irisaylia grinned.
"Yes mam." Gwenevere asked.
"It means Butterfly in the Elvish language, Sindarin." Irisaylia replied.
"How is it that you's speaks the Elves language?" Gwenevere seemed puzzled, "You's be of the man-race, just like me and my friends."
"Want to know something?" Irisaylia smiled as all the children nodded, and pulled back her hair, revealing her elvish ears.
"She be's an elf!" A little boy yelled.
Irisaylia smiled warmly, and nodded.
"So the she-elf is found." Came a haughty voice.
Irisaylia turned and saw Vargon step from the woods, Janthir following. It was just the two of them, but she saw the devilish glint in their eyes.
"Daddy! The Lady-Elf gave me a nickname!" Gwenevere ran to Vargon.
"And what be that, daughter?" Vargon lifted her into his arms.
"She calls me Gwil...Gwil..." Gwenevere looked at Irisaylia for support.
"Gwilwileth." The name rolled off Irisaylia's tongue.
"And it means?" Vargon gazed at Irisaylia.
"Butterfly." Gwenevere smiled, "Can I keep her daddy? She'd make a delightful toy to play with."
Irisaylia felt her jaw drop. These people thought that Elves were pets?
"What kind of people are you?" She growled, "Do you really think you can keep me as a pet for your evil little girl?"
Irisaylia then glared at Gwenevere, and an evil glimmered in the girls eyes. The same evil her father held in his own eyes.
"Toss! Gwenevere the Toss!" Irisaylia shouted at her in anger.
"What did the she-elf call me daddy?" Gwenevere asked her father, while glaring at Irisaylia.
"Blackthorn. Gwenevere the Blackthorn!" Irisaylia hissed.
"You call my daughter a blackthorn?" Vargon set the girl down, and told her to scamper off with her friends. Promising an Elvish pet.
"You will not take me. Alive or Dead." Irisaylia withdrew her sword.
"What makes you confident, she-elf?" Vargon said with a hint of venom in his voice.
"I am an Elf of Rivendell. I was born confident." Irisaylia said in return, though in her heart, she said she was an Elf of Mirkwood.
"Will you die confident?" Vargon charged her.
Irisaylia lashed her sword out, and it was met by Vargon's. Blade against blade, Elf against Man. As Vargon threw both arms into the air and wield his sword, Irisaylia kicked him in the center of his chest.
"Who are you?" Vargon asked, out of breath.
Irisaylia gazed at him, and said with a cold voice, "I am Irisaylia Stargaze of Mirkwood."
"Impossible." Vargon charged again.
He was cut short as Irisaylia drove her sword into his stomach, "Nothing is impossible, Elf-Hunter."
Vargon of the Elf-Hunter's fell to the ground, lifeless. When Irisaylia drew her sword from his stomach, she ran towards Agarwaen, and lightly got onto his bareback. She kicked him gently in the side, and they were off again.
~*~ I personally think this is my worst chapter....sorry for all of those out there who think so too...but I promise that it does get better.... I'd also like to say hello to Mercury's Love, who has become some what of my consultant/adviser... :)
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 Seven: Elf-Hunter's Abroad
Legolas was glad to know that after so much grief, that he was still swift on his feet. It was only four days after Irisaylia's fall, and they were already on their quest to kill the Soul Taker. Joining him on the quest was Gandalf, Aragorn, and Gimli.
"Are you going to eat Master Elf?" Gimli looked at Legolas.
"No." He replied sharply, "You may have my share."
"Blasted elf thinks he's to good for dwarf-made food?" Gimli said to himself as he walked away.
Legolas did not reply to this, knowing it would lead them to another arguement about Elves and Dwarves. To many of those had been shared between Legolas and Gimli already in the last day.
"Here, Legolas, I brought you some of my tomatoes." Aragorn sat beside him.
"Thank you for your kindness Aragorn." Legolas took the tomatoe and bit into it.
Legolas was -not- hungry, but for the sake of them not worrying about him, he ate the tomatoe. The whole time with Gimli complaining that a mere tomatoe was better then his cooking to the Elf. Legolas let out a chuckle at that.
Irisaylia was awakened from her dreamless-rest at the sound of Agarwaen in panic. Her eyes were relieved of their misty state, and she saw children looking down at her in awe. More children were trying to get close to Agarwaen.
"No children!" She hissed, "Stay away from him!"
"Is he dangerous mam?" A young boy asked with an accented voice.
"Yes, young boy, he is if you do not know how to handle him." She replied and quickly ran to Agarwaen and ushered the children away.
"Idh, Agarwaen. Al-Glam, Agarwaen. Rest, Agarwaen. No noise, Agarwaen.." She said in her language to calm the horse.
"She speaks the language of the Elves!" A little girl cried out in glee.
Irisaylia realized that her hair fell over her ears, and they could not see the pointed tips of them. She smiled gently, and kneeled before the little girl.
"What is your name?" She asked her softly.
"Gwenevere." The girl replied shyly.
"Such a lovely name. Do you mind if I give you a nickname?" Irisaylia said to Gwenevere.
"No mam. You may gives me whatevers you likes." Gwenevere blushed, and Irisaylia loved the way she talked in a child-like way."I shall nickname you Gwilwileth. Do you want to know what it means?" Irisaylia grinned.
"Yes mam." Gwenevere asked.
"It means Butterfly in the Elvish language, Sindarin." Irisaylia replied.
"How is it that you's speaks the Elves language?" Gwenevere seemed puzzled, "You's be of the man-race, just like me and my friends."
"Want to know something?" Irisaylia smiled as all the children nodded, and pulled back her hair, revealing her elvish ears.
"She be's an elf!" A little boy yelled.
Irisaylia smiled warmly, and nodded.
"So the she-elf is found." Came a haughty voice.
Irisaylia turned and saw Vargon step from the woods, Janthir following. It was just the two of them, but she saw the devilish glint in their eyes.
"Daddy! The Lady-Elf gave me a nickname!" Gwenevere ran to Vargon.
"And what be that, daughter?" Vargon lifted her into his arms.
"She calls me Gwil...Gwil..." Gwenevere looked at Irisaylia for support.
"Gwilwileth." The name rolled off Irisaylia's tongue.
"And it means?" Vargon gazed at Irisaylia.
"Butterfly." Gwenevere smiled, "Can I keep her daddy? She'd make a delightful toy to play with."
Irisaylia felt her jaw drop. These people thought that Elves were pets?
"What kind of people are you?" She growled, "Do you really think you can keep me as a pet for your evil little girl?"
Irisaylia then glared at Gwenevere, and an evil glimmered in the girls eyes. The same evil her father held in his own eyes.
"Toss! Gwenevere the Toss!" Irisaylia shouted at her in anger.
"What did the she-elf call me daddy?" Gwenevere asked her father, while glaring at Irisaylia.
"Blackthorn. Gwenevere the Blackthorn!" Irisaylia hissed.
"You call my daughter a blackthorn?" Vargon set the girl down, and told her to scamper off with her friends. Promising an Elvish pet.
"You will not take me. Alive or Dead." Irisaylia withdrew her sword.
"What makes you confident, she-elf?" Vargon said with a hint of venom in his voice.
"I am an Elf of Rivendell. I was born confident." Irisaylia said in return, though in her heart, she said she was an Elf of Mirkwood.
"Will you die confident?" Vargon charged her.
Irisaylia lashed her sword out, and it was met by Vargon's. Blade against blade, Elf against Man. As Vargon threw both arms into the air and wield his sword, Irisaylia kicked him in the center of his chest.
"Who are you?" Vargon asked, out of breath.
Irisaylia gazed at him, and said with a cold voice, "I am Irisaylia Stargaze of Mirkwood."
"Impossible." Vargon charged again.
He was cut short as Irisaylia drove her sword into his stomach, "Nothing is impossible, Elf-Hunter."
Vargon of the Elf-Hunter's fell to the ground, lifeless. When Irisaylia drew her sword from his stomach, she ran towards Agarwaen, and lightly got onto his bareback. She kicked him gently in the side, and they were off again.
~*~ I personally think this is my worst chapter....sorry for all of those out there who think so too...but I promise that it does get better.... I'd also like to say hello to Mercury's Love, who has become some what of my consultant/adviser... :)