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.
Disclaimer: I do not own LoTR, but I own my little world and its characters
Read and Review please!
Soul Taker
Chapter Twelve: Together Yet Separate
Aragorn, and Gimli fell to their knees before Irisaylia, in her true body at last. Legolas stared at her quietly, letting these knew facts sink in, and then he too got to his knees in front of his bride-to-be.
Irisaylia looked up, and saw the Soul Taker standing near the edge of the cliff. A gust of wind whipped by them, and her eyes locked with his. He was silently beckoning her into a battle. Irisaylia felt like it was a call to step into death. She felt as if she had no control over her body, and began moving forward. Soon, she was on top of the cliff, and saw that her three companions were watching from below.
"I did not know that the Soul Giver had an heir." The Soul Taker said in a raspy voice.
"Nor I." Irisaylia confessed.
"Hmmm." The Soul Taker grinned maliciously, and Irisaylia realized that informing him of that was a mistake on her part.
He suddenly lunged at her and she brought her sword up to meet his just in time. She gritted her teeth, and kicked him swiftly in the chest, causing him to back away. He let out a grunt, and charged her once again. She once again blocked his assault, and swung her leg around to bring him to his knees.
Silently, the Soul Taker rose. The black voids that made up his eyes settled on Irisaylia, and he gave a toothy smile to her. His teeth with sharpened stakes of white.
"Irisaylia, this is not over. I may not have battled you strongly now, but I will be back. Back for your soul." The Soul Taker hissed, and in a poof he was gone.
Irisaylia let out a breath, she knew she would not have won that battle. She needed to explore her powers before she would be able to defeat the Soul Taker.
It was then that she noticed that the Elf-Hunter's were attacking. Janthir was fighting with Legolas, along with two other men. Amazingly enough, Legolas held them at bay while Gandalf, Aragorn, and Gimli fought the others.
Irisaylia swept down from the cliff in a breeze of black cloak. She lept from the lower edges of the cliff and landed beside Legolas. She hastily drew her sword from its scabbard on her hip, and cut down on one of the men fighting against Legolas.
"We meet again Janthir." She hissed.
"Who are you?" Janthir did not recognize her in her new body.
"Irisaylia Stargaze of Mirkwood." Irisaylia replied in a low tone.
"Aylia!" Legolas shouted, for she had not seen another man's attack.
She turned and the man's sword caught her shoulder. She let out a scream and reared back as the man went in for another hit.
"Fall back men!" Came Janthir's cry and the men fighting turned and ran from the four companions.
"My lady..." Gandalf approached Irisaylia quietly, "Would you like me to tend to that wound?"
"I'll be fine." Irisaylia replied, and she turned away to stare out across the ash that riddled Mordor.
It was then that Legolas knew what she was going to do. As the dark clouds moved swiftly above them and the wind blew fiercely, he felt everything she felt. He breathed in the air she breathed.
"You're leaving. Are you not?" Legolas said to her turned back.
It was when she turned, and he saw the pain in her beautiful eyes, that he knew he would never see her again.
"We will always be together." Irisaylia whispered.
"Together. Yet separate." Legolas turned away from her then.
When he turned back, she was gone.
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.
Disclaimer: I do not own LoTR, but I own my little world and its characters
Read and Review please!
Soul Taker
Chapter Twelve: Together Yet Separate
Aragorn, and Gimli fell to their knees before Irisaylia, in her true body at last. Legolas stared at her quietly, letting these knew facts sink in, and then he too got to his knees in front of his bride-to-be.
Irisaylia looked up, and saw the Soul Taker standing near the edge of the cliff. A gust of wind whipped by them, and her eyes locked with his. He was silently beckoning her into a battle. Irisaylia felt like it was a call to step into death. She felt as if she had no control over her body, and began moving forward. Soon, she was on top of the cliff, and saw that her three companions were watching from below.
"I did not know that the Soul Giver had an heir." The Soul Taker said in a raspy voice.
"Nor I." Irisaylia confessed.
"Hmmm." The Soul Taker grinned maliciously, and Irisaylia realized that informing him of that was a mistake on her part.
He suddenly lunged at her and she brought her sword up to meet his just in time. She gritted her teeth, and kicked him swiftly in the chest, causing him to back away. He let out a grunt, and charged her once again. She once again blocked his assault, and swung her leg around to bring him to his knees.
Silently, the Soul Taker rose. The black voids that made up his eyes settled on Irisaylia, and he gave a toothy smile to her. His teeth with sharpened stakes of white.
"Irisaylia, this is not over. I may not have battled you strongly now, but I will be back. Back for your soul." The Soul Taker hissed, and in a poof he was gone.
Irisaylia let out a breath, she knew she would not have won that battle. She needed to explore her powers before she would be able to defeat the Soul Taker.
It was then that she noticed that the Elf-Hunter's were attacking. Janthir was fighting with Legolas, along with two other men. Amazingly enough, Legolas held them at bay while Gandalf, Aragorn, and Gimli fought the others.
Irisaylia swept down from the cliff in a breeze of black cloak. She lept from the lower edges of the cliff and landed beside Legolas. She hastily drew her sword from its scabbard on her hip, and cut down on one of the men fighting against Legolas.
"We meet again Janthir." She hissed.
"Who are you?" Janthir did not recognize her in her new body.
"Irisaylia Stargaze of Mirkwood." Irisaylia replied in a low tone.
"Aylia!" Legolas shouted, for she had not seen another man's attack.
She turned and the man's sword caught her shoulder. She let out a scream and reared back as the man went in for another hit.
"Fall back men!" Came Janthir's cry and the men fighting turned and ran from the four companions.
"My lady..." Gandalf approached Irisaylia quietly, "Would you like me to tend to that wound?"
"I'll be fine." Irisaylia replied, and she turned away to stare out across the ash that riddled Mordor.
It was then that Legolas knew what she was going to do. As the dark clouds moved swiftly above them and the wind blew fiercely, he felt everything she felt. He breathed in the air she breathed.
"You're leaving. Are you not?" Legolas said to her turned back.
It was when she turned, and he saw the pain in her beautiful eyes, that he knew he would never see her again.
"We will always be together." Irisaylia whispered.
"Together. Yet separate." Legolas turned away from her then.
When he turned back, she was gone.