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 Eleven: If I Should Fall
"Are we ready?" Aragorn asked as they armored themselves to head into Mordor.
"Yes. But shant we send for an army?" Gimli asked.
"There is no time. We must defeat the Soul Taker before he steals another Soul, and overtakes Middle-Earth with his strength." Irisaylia replied.
"If he gains another Soul, will he be the Ultimate Evil?" Gimli asked with concern.
"Not just one, I would say around three more Soul's and he will become invinsible." Irisaylia replied honestly.
A grim looked was shared between the company. Legolas decided to finally take a step which he had long feared, and pulled Irisaylia aside.
"Irisaylia Stargaze of Mirkwood, I have a question for you." Legolas started, "I know this is not the most romantic, nor most gentle way to do this, and I would hold off, yet I feel that your answer will help me in battle. Will you marry me? Will you be the future Queen of Mirkwood?"
Irisaylia froze at his quesiton, but upon seeing the glimmering shine in his eyes, she swallowed hard, and muttered a word.
"I did not hear you melamin." Legolas feared she had said 'no'.
"Yes. Yes, I will marry you Legolas Greenleaf." She smiled happily.
Legolas let out a cry of happiness, which was VERY unlike him indeed, and pulled her into his arms.
"I love you." He whispered in her ear.
Irisaylia felt the tears burning in her eyes, for he had never said those words to her before, and she said, "I love you too."
Legolas kissed her softly, and put his forehead against hers.
"We must ride." Gandalf said, heading for Shadowfax.
Legolas sighed, and pressed a kiss to her forehead, before heading towards Iavas. Irisaylia turned on her heel, and was soon sitting upright on top of Agarwaen.
She whispered into Agarwaen's ear, and they were off. Shadowfax, Iavas, and Aran running behind them.
When they entered the Land of Mordor, they were not surprised to see orc camps spread out like wild fire.
"Could you pick off most of the orcs with your bow, Legolas?" Gimli whispered, for they were well hidden from the sights of the orcs.
"That I could, but I would have no weapon left to fight the Soul Taker." Legolas whispered in return.
"Do not worry about the Soul Taker. I will be the one fighting him." Sounded a voice behind them.
"The Soul Giver!" Gandalf said with surprise, for the dark haired elf behind them was he.
"Irisaylia, do you have my cloak and sword?" The Soul Giver turned his full attention to her.
"That I do." She pulled them out, and handed them to him, "What weapon shall I use?"
The Soul Giver said nothing, but handed her a long sword. Irisaylia took it gratefully, and they stared at eachother with deep feelings. Suddenly the Soul Giver was hugging her, which was uncharacteristic of him.
"Irisaylia, if I fall in battle with the Soul Taker, then do not feel defeat. Remember what I told you about your heart?" He asked her quietly.
"Always follow my heart, it will always be true to me." Irisaylia replied, and briefly glanced at Legolas.
"If I fall, follow your heart." The Soul Giver whispered.
Irisaylia nodded, but felt a sense of grief at the mentioning that her ancestor might fall in battle. Could he really be banished from Middle- Earth to live in the Realm of the Souls?
"That I will." She said softly.
The Soul Giver pressed a kiss to her forehead, and stepped away from her. They then ran into battle.
Irisaylia lashed out hard and beheaded one orc, but more were tumbling towards her like wild cattle, and she began to realize that she was going to be trampled.
"Move Irisaylia!" Gimli, Son of Gloin, shouted.
She dove from her chosen spot, and perched herself upon a boulder more than five feet from the ground. The orcs, being dull brained, could not easily fight her there, and many did not dare try to climb up. She used her keen, elf eye-sight, and scanned the battle field to spot her comrads.
Gimli was before her, beating off orcs like bugs on a corpse. She spotted Aragorn slicing through the group of orcs with his sword, and Gandalf using his magick against the beasts. Legolas was on a boulder like her own, aiming his bow and hitting the orcs with accuracy. She saw that he did not know that orcs were climbing up the back of the boulder. She jumped from her spot and ran forward, cutting through the orcs to get to Legolas.
"You must watch your back, Master Elf!" She shouted at him as she beheaded another orc coming up behind his back.
Legolas aimed at her, yet the arrow went directly behind her, "And you yours, Mistress Elf!"
They shared a gaze of love, and then they were focused on the battle.
"Atlast you have come to face me. I have not seen you since you deprived me of my prey." A voice hissed.
"That prey was not yours for the taking." The Soul Giver replied.
"The she-elf was as mine as the others I have hunted and killed." The Soul Taker yelled.
"She is my heir, fool!" The Soul Giver shouted with more rage now.
"She does not know her future, does she?" The Soul Taker grinned maliciously.
"No. And she will never know, because I will not fall to your hand." The Soul Giver replied.
"You have read the prochecies. You know what is going to happen! You cannot deny it!" The Soul Taker spoke of the Prophecy of the Realm of Soul's.
Only the two of them had ever seen it. Though the Soul Giver had been around forever, the Soul Taker had not. Out of rage and jealousy, the Soul Taker named himself that after he gained power to the Realm of the Soul's. And he knew that the Soul Giver could fall. Fall into the darkest spots of the Realm of the Soul's, and never be a threat to his plans again.
"I WILL NOT FALL!" The Soul Giver shouted, and the Soul Taker lunged forward.
There is a Giver, and there is a Taker.
Two they are, Yet seperate all the same.
One will give the gift of Light, and save the Soul's.
One shall bare the Darkness, and be a Thief of Life.
Two unto One will hit stones of end, and
Their swords met and the sound rang out through the battlefield. All the orcs lay slain in a mass of blood, and the clouds above the Land of Mordor rumbled, and the rain fell hard. Lightning lashed out across the sky, and the four comrads on the field stared at the battle on a tall cliff above them.
"They fight..." Aragorn whispered.
Irisaylia heard a voice in her head, and she did not know what it was saying, or who it was. It spoke an Elvish language that was long forgotten.
"Look, at the entrance of Mordor!" Legolas pointed.
A group of men were entering, and Irisaylia at once recognized Janthir.
"Elf-Hunter's!" She cried out.
"We will deal with them later, Irisaylia, they are held off by the power of the Taker and Giver." Gandalf whispered.
They all once again turned their attention to the battle above them. The battle the Soul Giver was losing.
"You said that you would not fall, Giver!" The Soul Taker hissed as he slashed the Soul Giver across the arm.
"I will not. You will see." The Soul Giver growled.
At that moment the Soul Taker pierced his heart with his sword.
"You will." The Soul Taker hissed.
Irisaylia's scream echoed throughout the Land of Mordor, and the Soul Giver stepped back.
"I may fall here, but my kin will not fall." The Soul Giver whispered, and then, he was ashes.
"No!" Irisaylia was screaming at the bottom of the cliff.
And the rain poured harder onto them, and even Gandalf wore a look of defeat. And then, like a sign of hope, something began to float downwards towards the four. It was the Soul Giver's cloak. It fell as if it were as light as a feather, but when it landed, the Red Dragon was facing up, and the Sword of the Soul Giver lay on it.
One by one, Gandalf, Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas turned towards Irisaylia.
'Follow your heart.' Whispered a voice in her mind.
She bent down, and grasped the hilt of the sword, slowly sliding into the scabbard on her side. She pulled the cloak over her back, and stood tall. Her three friends gazed at her. Her hair was shimmering, and turned an ebony color. Her skin paled immensley, and she looked that of a crow.
Gandalf kneeled slowly, and whispered, "The Soul Giver has once again risen."
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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 Eleven: If I Should Fall
"Are we ready?" Aragorn asked as they armored themselves to head into Mordor.
"Yes. But shant we send for an army?" Gimli asked.
"There is no time. We must defeat the Soul Taker before he steals another Soul, and overtakes Middle-Earth with his strength." Irisaylia replied.
"If he gains another Soul, will he be the Ultimate Evil?" Gimli asked with concern.
"Not just one, I would say around three more Soul's and he will become invinsible." Irisaylia replied honestly.
A grim looked was shared between the company. Legolas decided to finally take a step which he had long feared, and pulled Irisaylia aside.
"Irisaylia Stargaze of Mirkwood, I have a question for you." Legolas started, "I know this is not the most romantic, nor most gentle way to do this, and I would hold off, yet I feel that your answer will help me in battle. Will you marry me? Will you be the future Queen of Mirkwood?"
Irisaylia froze at his quesiton, but upon seeing the glimmering shine in his eyes, she swallowed hard, and muttered a word.
"I did not hear you melamin." Legolas feared she had said 'no'.
"Yes. Yes, I will marry you Legolas Greenleaf." She smiled happily.
Legolas let out a cry of happiness, which was VERY unlike him indeed, and pulled her into his arms.
"I love you." He whispered in her ear.
Irisaylia felt the tears burning in her eyes, for he had never said those words to her before, and she said, "I love you too."
Legolas kissed her softly, and put his forehead against hers.
"We must ride." Gandalf said, heading for Shadowfax.
Legolas sighed, and pressed a kiss to her forehead, before heading towards Iavas. Irisaylia turned on her heel, and was soon sitting upright on top of Agarwaen.
She whispered into Agarwaen's ear, and they were off. Shadowfax, Iavas, and Aran running behind them.
When they entered the Land of Mordor, they were not surprised to see orc camps spread out like wild fire.
"Could you pick off most of the orcs with your bow, Legolas?" Gimli whispered, for they were well hidden from the sights of the orcs.
"That I could, but I would have no weapon left to fight the Soul Taker." Legolas whispered in return.
"Do not worry about the Soul Taker. I will be the one fighting him." Sounded a voice behind them.
"The Soul Giver!" Gandalf said with surprise, for the dark haired elf behind them was he.
"Irisaylia, do you have my cloak and sword?" The Soul Giver turned his full attention to her.
"That I do." She pulled them out, and handed them to him, "What weapon shall I use?"
The Soul Giver said nothing, but handed her a long sword. Irisaylia took it gratefully, and they stared at eachother with deep feelings. Suddenly the Soul Giver was hugging her, which was uncharacteristic of him.
"Irisaylia, if I fall in battle with the Soul Taker, then do not feel defeat. Remember what I told you about your heart?" He asked her quietly.
"Always follow my heart, it will always be true to me." Irisaylia replied, and briefly glanced at Legolas.
"If I fall, follow your heart." The Soul Giver whispered.
Irisaylia nodded, but felt a sense of grief at the mentioning that her ancestor might fall in battle. Could he really be banished from Middle- Earth to live in the Realm of the Souls?
"That I will." She said softly.
The Soul Giver pressed a kiss to her forehead, and stepped away from her. They then ran into battle.
Irisaylia lashed out hard and beheaded one orc, but more were tumbling towards her like wild cattle, and she began to realize that she was going to be trampled.
"Move Irisaylia!" Gimli, Son of Gloin, shouted.
She dove from her chosen spot, and perched herself upon a boulder more than five feet from the ground. The orcs, being dull brained, could not easily fight her there, and many did not dare try to climb up. She used her keen, elf eye-sight, and scanned the battle field to spot her comrads.
Gimli was before her, beating off orcs like bugs on a corpse. She spotted Aragorn slicing through the group of orcs with his sword, and Gandalf using his magick against the beasts. Legolas was on a boulder like her own, aiming his bow and hitting the orcs with accuracy. She saw that he did not know that orcs were climbing up the back of the boulder. She jumped from her spot and ran forward, cutting through the orcs to get to Legolas.
"You must watch your back, Master Elf!" She shouted at him as she beheaded another orc coming up behind his back.
Legolas aimed at her, yet the arrow went directly behind her, "And you yours, Mistress Elf!"
They shared a gaze of love, and then they were focused on the battle.
"Atlast you have come to face me. I have not seen you since you deprived me of my prey." A voice hissed.
"That prey was not yours for the taking." The Soul Giver replied.
"The she-elf was as mine as the others I have hunted and killed." The Soul Taker yelled.
"She is my heir, fool!" The Soul Giver shouted with more rage now.
"She does not know her future, does she?" The Soul Taker grinned maliciously.
"No. And she will never know, because I will not fall to your hand." The Soul Giver replied.
"You have read the prochecies. You know what is going to happen! You cannot deny it!" The Soul Taker spoke of the Prophecy of the Realm of Soul's.
Only the two of them had ever seen it. Though the Soul Giver had been around forever, the Soul Taker had not. Out of rage and jealousy, the Soul Taker named himself that after he gained power to the Realm of the Soul's. And he knew that the Soul Giver could fall. Fall into the darkest spots of the Realm of the Soul's, and never be a threat to his plans again.
"I WILL NOT FALL!" The Soul Giver shouted, and the Soul Taker lunged forward.
There is a Giver, and there is a Taker.
Two they are, Yet seperate all the same.
One will give the gift of Light, and save the Soul's.
One shall bare the Darkness, and be a Thief of Life.
Two unto One will hit stones of end, and
Their swords met and the sound rang out through the battlefield. All the orcs lay slain in a mass of blood, and the clouds above the Land of Mordor rumbled, and the rain fell hard. Lightning lashed out across the sky, and the four comrads on the field stared at the battle on a tall cliff above them.
"They fight..." Aragorn whispered.
Irisaylia heard a voice in her head, and she did not know what it was saying, or who it was. It spoke an Elvish language that was long forgotten.
"Look, at the entrance of Mordor!" Legolas pointed.
A group of men were entering, and Irisaylia at once recognized Janthir.
"Elf-Hunter's!" She cried out.
"We will deal with them later, Irisaylia, they are held off by the power of the Taker and Giver." Gandalf whispered.
They all once again turned their attention to the battle above them. The battle the Soul Giver was losing.
"You said that you would not fall, Giver!" The Soul Taker hissed as he slashed the Soul Giver across the arm.
"I will not. You will see." The Soul Giver growled.
At that moment the Soul Taker pierced his heart with his sword.
"You will." The Soul Taker hissed.
Irisaylia's scream echoed throughout the Land of Mordor, and the Soul Giver stepped back.
"I may fall here, but my kin will not fall." The Soul Giver whispered, and then, he was ashes.
"No!" Irisaylia was screaming at the bottom of the cliff.
And the rain poured harder onto them, and even Gandalf wore a look of defeat. And then, like a sign of hope, something began to float downwards towards the four. It was the Soul Giver's cloak. It fell as if it were as light as a feather, but when it landed, the Red Dragon was facing up, and the Sword of the Soul Giver lay on it.
One by one, Gandalf, Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas turned towards Irisaylia.
'Follow your heart.' Whispered a voice in her mind.
She bent down, and grasped the hilt of the sword, slowly sliding into the scabbard on her side. She pulled the cloak over her back, and stood tall. Her three friends gazed at her. Her hair was shimmering, and turned an ebony color. Her skin paled immensley, and she looked that of a crow.
Gandalf kneeled slowly, and whispered, "The Soul Giver has once again risen."
*****