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 Nine: Rejoining
Irisaylia stopped Agarwaen as she neared Aragorn and Gandalf, and stared down at the man and wizard.
"Who are you? Are you following us?!" Aragorn demanded to know.
"Follow you, I do not." Irisaylia replied.
"State your name lady." Gimli arose from his seat, Legolas following in suite.
"And I should state my name and you not yours?" Irisaylia taunted them.
"My Lady, inform us of your name." Legolas pressed on.
"I will do so when I see it fit." Irisaylia stated.
"You test our patience, she-elf." Aragorn said, and drew his sword.
"Patience, no. Resistance for a battle, yes. You do not think clearly, you just put yourselves into a mood of demands, and expect answers." Irisaylia continued, "Maybe it is time for you to learn to give answers first, then receive answers afterwards."
Gandalf smiled at her, "Lady of Mirkwood, it is time that you arrived."
Irisaylia looked down at Gandalf, "You recognize me?"
"Not you, your body is different. But your heart I do see. Welcome back." Gandalf grinned.
"Oh, Gandalf!" Irisaylia slid from Agarwaen and hugged the old wizard.
"Who be this she-elf, Gandalf?" Gimli growled.
Irisaylia approached Legolas with caution, "Do you recognize me, Legolas?"
"Who -are- you?" Legolas stared at her.
Irisaylia was used to him looking down at her, for she was short for an elf, but not in this body. She was only a mere inch shorter than him.
"My name, is Irisaylia Stargaze of Mirkwood." She said softly.
Legolas gazed at her in horror, "Who do you think you are?!" He shouted.
Gandalf stepped forward, "Get past your grief and look into her heart, Legolas!"
Legolas stepped closer, and his eyes pierced hers.
"Aylia?" He said in a quiet voice, and she nodded.
"Aylia!" He said with glee, and lifted her into his arms, swinging her about.
He pressed a kiss to her mouth, and she surrendered to it. Then something entered her mind. The voice of the Soul Giver.
'DO NOT TARRY!' His shout echoed throughout her head.
"How? How are you here Aylia?" Legolas asked after breaking the kiss.
"I cannot answer now. I have orders to follow. I musn't stop." She turned towards Agarwaen.
"Whose orders do you follow?" Aragorn asked.
"The orders of the Soul Giver." Irisaylia answered honestly.
"The Soul Giver? He is a myth." Gandalf was puzzled now, "Said to dress in darkened robes like the Soul Taker. Only he had a red dragon across the back of his cloak. He also carried a sword with red, Elvish markings in the hilt."
Irisaylia thought back, and remembered the red dragon on his cloak, though she paid no heed to it then. As she looked for through her pack for a piece of food for Agarwaen before setting out again, she found the very cloak they were talking of. Her head shot up. When had he put the cloak in her bag?
"He is a myth, as Gandalf has stated." Aragorn agreed with Gandalf.
"That he is not, Aragorn." Irisaylia brushed her grey cloak aside, to reveal the hilt of her sword.
She withdrew it, and raised it for them to see. Gasps echoed throughout the four staring at her. She pulled the cloak from her pack, and showed it to them, before unclasping her grey one, and putting it on. The clasp for this cloak was a silver dragon.
"Do you see this horse? His name is Agarwaen, meaning Bloodstained. He has a black coat, and a reddish mane. The horse of the Soul Giver." Irisaylia then jumped onto Agarwaen's back.
"Why did the Soul Giver grant you all these things. His things?" Gandalf asked.
"I am a descendent of the Soul Giver. Now I must be on my way, you can follow if you wish. But as I said, I follow the orders of the Soul Giver." Irisaylia said to them.
Legolas himself was puzzled on how much Irisaylia had changed. Not in appearence, but emotionally. She was not as intimate with him as she had once been. He excused this to the fact that she was following orders, and was on a quest much like theirs.
"Irisaylia, please hold off. I must summon horses to us so we do not slow you." Gandalf held up his hand, and muttered several words in another language.
In the distance, three horses rode towards them. One of a great stature, one of pure white, and another of a brownish color.
"Shadowfax." Legolas let out a breath as Gandalf sat upon the horse of great stature.
They had all heard of how Shadowfax was the greatest horse to ever live, but at the side of Agarwaen, he did not look so mighty.
"The white one is for you, Legolas, his name is Iavas. And Aragorn, your horse is Aran. Gimli, you shall ride Shadowfax with me." Gandalf informed them.
"Shall we take our leave then?" Irisaylia asked, "Leave behind what is not on your backs, and let us ride. Be sure, though, that you take your weapons."
"How will you know the way? We have had a hard time following the Soul Taker on foot, when we search hard for clues. You expect to follow him at great speed when the things around you are a blur?" Aragorn didn't look confident.
"I will follow my orders. Using my senses, mind, and heart to tell me the way. If I come upon a time where they all disagree, I will follow my heart, for it will always stay true to me. We musn't tarry! RIDE!" Irisaylia shouted at the end, and Agarwaen was off, the others following.
~*~ She's back with Legolas! Isn't it so cute???
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 Nine: Rejoining
Irisaylia stopped Agarwaen as she neared Aragorn and Gandalf, and stared down at the man and wizard.
"Who are you? Are you following us?!" Aragorn demanded to know.
"Follow you, I do not." Irisaylia replied.
"State your name lady." Gimli arose from his seat, Legolas following in suite.
"And I should state my name and you not yours?" Irisaylia taunted them.
"My Lady, inform us of your name." Legolas pressed on.
"I will do so when I see it fit." Irisaylia stated.
"You test our patience, she-elf." Aragorn said, and drew his sword.
"Patience, no. Resistance for a battle, yes. You do not think clearly, you just put yourselves into a mood of demands, and expect answers." Irisaylia continued, "Maybe it is time for you to learn to give answers first, then receive answers afterwards."
Gandalf smiled at her, "Lady of Mirkwood, it is time that you arrived."
Irisaylia looked down at Gandalf, "You recognize me?"
"Not you, your body is different. But your heart I do see. Welcome back." Gandalf grinned.
"Oh, Gandalf!" Irisaylia slid from Agarwaen and hugged the old wizard.
"Who be this she-elf, Gandalf?" Gimli growled.
Irisaylia approached Legolas with caution, "Do you recognize me, Legolas?"
"Who -are- you?" Legolas stared at her.
Irisaylia was used to him looking down at her, for she was short for an elf, but not in this body. She was only a mere inch shorter than him.
"My name, is Irisaylia Stargaze of Mirkwood." She said softly.
Legolas gazed at her in horror, "Who do you think you are?!" He shouted.
Gandalf stepped forward, "Get past your grief and look into her heart, Legolas!"
Legolas stepped closer, and his eyes pierced hers.
"Aylia?" He said in a quiet voice, and she nodded.
"Aylia!" He said with glee, and lifted her into his arms, swinging her about.
He pressed a kiss to her mouth, and she surrendered to it. Then something entered her mind. The voice of the Soul Giver.
'DO NOT TARRY!' His shout echoed throughout her head.
"How? How are you here Aylia?" Legolas asked after breaking the kiss.
"I cannot answer now. I have orders to follow. I musn't stop." She turned towards Agarwaen.
"Whose orders do you follow?" Aragorn asked.
"The orders of the Soul Giver." Irisaylia answered honestly.
"The Soul Giver? He is a myth." Gandalf was puzzled now, "Said to dress in darkened robes like the Soul Taker. Only he had a red dragon across the back of his cloak. He also carried a sword with red, Elvish markings in the hilt."
Irisaylia thought back, and remembered the red dragon on his cloak, though she paid no heed to it then. As she looked for through her pack for a piece of food for Agarwaen before setting out again, she found the very cloak they were talking of. Her head shot up. When had he put the cloak in her bag?
"He is a myth, as Gandalf has stated." Aragorn agreed with Gandalf.
"That he is not, Aragorn." Irisaylia brushed her grey cloak aside, to reveal the hilt of her sword.
She withdrew it, and raised it for them to see. Gasps echoed throughout the four staring at her. She pulled the cloak from her pack, and showed it to them, before unclasping her grey one, and putting it on. The clasp for this cloak was a silver dragon.
"Do you see this horse? His name is Agarwaen, meaning Bloodstained. He has a black coat, and a reddish mane. The horse of the Soul Giver." Irisaylia then jumped onto Agarwaen's back.
"Why did the Soul Giver grant you all these things. His things?" Gandalf asked.
"I am a descendent of the Soul Giver. Now I must be on my way, you can follow if you wish. But as I said, I follow the orders of the Soul Giver." Irisaylia said to them.
Legolas himself was puzzled on how much Irisaylia had changed. Not in appearence, but emotionally. She was not as intimate with him as she had once been. He excused this to the fact that she was following orders, and was on a quest much like theirs.
"Irisaylia, please hold off. I must summon horses to us so we do not slow you." Gandalf held up his hand, and muttered several words in another language.
In the distance, three horses rode towards them. One of a great stature, one of pure white, and another of a brownish color.
"Shadowfax." Legolas let out a breath as Gandalf sat upon the horse of great stature.
They had all heard of how Shadowfax was the greatest horse to ever live, but at the side of Agarwaen, he did not look so mighty.
"The white one is for you, Legolas, his name is Iavas. And Aragorn, your horse is Aran. Gimli, you shall ride Shadowfax with me." Gandalf informed them.
"Shall we take our leave then?" Irisaylia asked, "Leave behind what is not on your backs, and let us ride. Be sure, though, that you take your weapons."
"How will you know the way? We have had a hard time following the Soul Taker on foot, when we search hard for clues. You expect to follow him at great speed when the things around you are a blur?" Aragorn didn't look confident.
"I will follow my orders. Using my senses, mind, and heart to tell me the way. If I come upon a time where they all disagree, I will follow my heart, for it will always stay true to me. We musn't tarry! RIDE!" Irisaylia shouted at the end, and Agarwaen was off, the others following.
~*~ She's back with Legolas! Isn't it so cute???