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 Eight: Sword of the Soul Giver
When they finally stopped, midday, Irisaylia lost control over her feelings, and the rage of being away from Legolas and almost being captured drove her into a maddened state of rage. She drew her sword and swung viciously at the nearest tree. It was a strong tree, however, and her sword broke into pieces against the tree trunk.
Irisaylia sank to her knees, and said, "Please, forgive me Stars. For I did not mean any harm to the tree."
She realized though, that she was now without sword. And as if the Stars could hear her through the daylight, the Soul Giver appeared to help her.
"Soul Giver." She fell to her knees before him.
"Rise Irisaylia Stargaze, Heart of Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood." The Soul Giver ordered her.
"Yes, sir?" She did not meet his eyes.
"I have come to you to give you my sword. The Sword of the Soul Giver." The Soul Giver informed her.
"Sword? Y-your's?" She stuttered.
"Yes, Irisaylia, my sword." The Soul Giver handed her a large, shining sword.
Irisaylia gazed at it. The hilt was black as night, with writing in red. An Elvish language even she could not make out. The rest of it was a silver color, unlike the silver of other swords, this one held power, and was almost a black silver. The edges, instead of smooth and sharp, were jagged and malicious looking.
"Is this a proper sword for an Elf, milord?" Irisaylia questioned, her eyes locked on the sword.
"For you, it is Irisaylia." The Soul Giver replied.
"Please, call me Aylia." Irisaylia pleaded.
"Aylia I will not call you. You are but Irisaylia to me. My descendent. Fighter of the Good." The Soul Giver growled.
Irisaylia nodded.
"Now listen carefully to me, Irisaylia." The Soul Giver said in leaderish tone, "Do not stop. Do not tarry. Keep going. Go where your senses, mind, and heart tell you to. If they all disagree at a point, remember not to tarry and follow your heart. Your heart is what will always remain true to you, Irisaylia. DO NOT TARRY!"
With that, he vanished from her sight.
Irisaylia wasted no time, and found herself on Agarwaen's back once more, riding twice the speed he normally rode. Her long hair flew behind her, and branches made cuts in her cheeks, yet she did not stop. She kept riding.
Legolas was waiting patiently for the time when they would finally attack the Soul Taker. They were hot on his trail, and he knew that day would come soon. He couldn't wait to avenge his beloved Alyia's -death-.
"We will find him soon, Master Elf." Gimli said to him.
"I know, Gimli. I know." Legolas said calmly.
"Though I did not know her personally, I do know that Lady....Alyia, as you call her, was a truly magnanimous Elf." Gimli sat beside his new- found friend.
"That she was Master Dwarf. That she was..." Legolas said softly, "And I miss her terribly."
"Someday, you will find eachother again, Legolas. Trust in that." Gimli said.
"I will hope." Legolas said, and then fell silent.
Gimli did not press the issue further, yet sat there as a silent comfort to Legolas.
Irisaylia soon discovered that not only was the Sword of the Soul Giver beautiful and dangerous, it provided a sense of energy and strength to her. She did not tire as she rode night and day, her destination unknown to her even though she chose the path she took. Not even Agarwaen tired, and he rode strong still, three days and two nights after her last encounter with the Soul Giver. She hoped that her senses, mind, and heart were not misleading her. Though she hoped she would come upon Legolas soon, she knew that her path would most likely lead her directly to the Soul Taker.
"Revia, Agarwaen. Fly, Agarwaen.." Irisaylia whispered in his ear.
She swore that she saw Agarwaen nod in return, but shook off that thought, and smiled as she felt him go faster. What she saw next sent her into a state of so much shock that she almost slipped off of Agarwaen. In the clearing, most likely resting for midday, stood Aragorn and Gandalf. Sitting near the small pond were Gimli and Legolas.
At last she had found her prince.
~*~ Sorry about not updating lately, but I've been busy, and I hit a huge writer's block. But it's over now. :) Please review...~*~
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 Eight: Sword of the Soul Giver
When they finally stopped, midday, Irisaylia lost control over her feelings, and the rage of being away from Legolas and almost being captured drove her into a maddened state of rage. She drew her sword and swung viciously at the nearest tree. It was a strong tree, however, and her sword broke into pieces against the tree trunk.
Irisaylia sank to her knees, and said, "Please, forgive me Stars. For I did not mean any harm to the tree."
She realized though, that she was now without sword. And as if the Stars could hear her through the daylight, the Soul Giver appeared to help her.
"Soul Giver." She fell to her knees before him.
"Rise Irisaylia Stargaze, Heart of Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood." The Soul Giver ordered her.
"Yes, sir?" She did not meet his eyes.
"I have come to you to give you my sword. The Sword of the Soul Giver." The Soul Giver informed her.
"Sword? Y-your's?" She stuttered.
"Yes, Irisaylia, my sword." The Soul Giver handed her a large, shining sword.
Irisaylia gazed at it. The hilt was black as night, with writing in red. An Elvish language even she could not make out. The rest of it was a silver color, unlike the silver of other swords, this one held power, and was almost a black silver. The edges, instead of smooth and sharp, were jagged and malicious looking.
"Is this a proper sword for an Elf, milord?" Irisaylia questioned, her eyes locked on the sword.
"For you, it is Irisaylia." The Soul Giver replied.
"Please, call me Aylia." Irisaylia pleaded.
"Aylia I will not call you. You are but Irisaylia to me. My descendent. Fighter of the Good." The Soul Giver growled.
Irisaylia nodded.
"Now listen carefully to me, Irisaylia." The Soul Giver said in leaderish tone, "Do not stop. Do not tarry. Keep going. Go where your senses, mind, and heart tell you to. If they all disagree at a point, remember not to tarry and follow your heart. Your heart is what will always remain true to you, Irisaylia. DO NOT TARRY!"
With that, he vanished from her sight.
Irisaylia wasted no time, and found herself on Agarwaen's back once more, riding twice the speed he normally rode. Her long hair flew behind her, and branches made cuts in her cheeks, yet she did not stop. She kept riding.
Legolas was waiting patiently for the time when they would finally attack the Soul Taker. They were hot on his trail, and he knew that day would come soon. He couldn't wait to avenge his beloved Alyia's -death-.
"We will find him soon, Master Elf." Gimli said to him.
"I know, Gimli. I know." Legolas said calmly.
"Though I did not know her personally, I do know that Lady....Alyia, as you call her, was a truly magnanimous Elf." Gimli sat beside his new- found friend.
"That she was Master Dwarf. That she was..." Legolas said softly, "And I miss her terribly."
"Someday, you will find eachother again, Legolas. Trust in that." Gimli said.
"I will hope." Legolas said, and then fell silent.
Gimli did not press the issue further, yet sat there as a silent comfort to Legolas.
Irisaylia soon discovered that not only was the Sword of the Soul Giver beautiful and dangerous, it provided a sense of energy and strength to her. She did not tire as she rode night and day, her destination unknown to her even though she chose the path she took. Not even Agarwaen tired, and he rode strong still, three days and two nights after her last encounter with the Soul Giver. She hoped that her senses, mind, and heart were not misleading her. Though she hoped she would come upon Legolas soon, she knew that her path would most likely lead her directly to the Soul Taker.
"Revia, Agarwaen. Fly, Agarwaen.." Irisaylia whispered in his ear.
She swore that she saw Agarwaen nod in return, but shook off that thought, and smiled as she felt him go faster. What she saw next sent her into a state of so much shock that she almost slipped off of Agarwaen. In the clearing, most likely resting for midday, stood Aragorn and Gandalf. Sitting near the small pond were Gimli and Legolas.
At last she had found her prince.
~*~ Sorry about not updating lately, but I've been busy, and I hit a huge writer's block. But it's over now. :) Please review...~*~