A/N: this is just an attempt at a good LotR story. It is a bit of a spin off of two or three stories I read (they aren't all LotR), mixed with some original stuff!:P
Disclaimer: I don't own anything! They all belong to the genius J.R.R Tolkien! I do however own any characters that you do not recognize from The Lord of the Rings.
A/N: elvish is inbetween the ••
Cold Blooded
Ch 1:It Begins
By The Lady of the Light
(legolas997@hotmail.com)
'This will be your hardest assignment yet, you must be fast, strong, clever, and as secretive as is humanly possible.' Her master said "You have been training for over a century, for this mission. All the others were practice, to prepare you." He said well walking around her. "Your loyalty must still be tested, although you have shown yourself more then loyal in other missions. Come." He beckons to her to follow him.
They walked down the many dark steps of the tower, until they were in the blackness of the underground; they walked on their only light a torch that her master carried. They stopped, suddenly, at a pit, that seemed to glow a dark red, almost blood red color. She had been here numerous times before, so that she could swear her loyalty to her mission and to her master, so it seemed like a routine, but this time it seemed darker, quieter; different.
"Before your loyalty was sworn on your friends and some family that I have kept captive, but this time you will swear on your own live. Your immortality well not save you if you fail, nothing can! And, if you "
The she-elf drew in a sharp intake of breath, she hadn't yet failed a mission, but it was possible for she remembered one time when she had almost….she would never again see the beautiful forests, she had grown to love, the flowing waters of the river Isen, that she often visited on her missions, she'd never hear the chirping of the birds in the morning as she woke up. I cannot fail she thought silently to herself, as she carefully held her hand out over the pit.
He started to chant, in a language unknown to her, the words coming cold and fast, echoing off the walls and down into the pit, his eyes rolled back into his head as he came to what must have been the middle of the spell as if he himself was under it's complete control.
Finally it stopped, his eyes came back into focus and the pit began to glow even brighter, and in the elf's out stretched hand appeared a ring. It burned her so she quickly drew her hand back and let it drop to the ground.
"This ring is to signify your loyalty, to remind you of whom you serve, it will keep you connected to me, when you finish your mission you will draw it off your finger and the magic in it will bring you back here. Where as if you do not complete your mission or you take the ring of before it is complete you will still be transported here, but the magic will pull you into the abyss of the red pit." With that said he turned and walked away, silently telling her to go pack her few belongings.
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Isilyia packed the last of her traveling clothes, putting them carefully on top of her food and a few formal dresses she had packed just in case. Before walking out of the small room, she stopped at the small table at her bedside and grabbed a pendant from it. The pendant was made of beautiful silver, the base was made of wave like designs that reminded her of the river Anduin, in the center was engraved a full moon with little blue stars placed around it. She had been told that her mother had given it to her, although she did not remember when. She also took a silver ring, with vine like lines engraved around it, before they stopped at the center to encircle the forest green stone. She felt it important to her, to always know where it was and that it was safe; yet she again had no memory of it or of its importance to her. Slipping it on her finger she took her pack and left the room closing the door quietly behind her.
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"Your mission is simple, you are to follow the Fellowship, try to make them come close to one of the lands under my control or won under the control of my allies, but in the process there are three you must kill. One heir each from Rohan and Gondor."
Isilyia looked into her masters cold dark eyes, seeing that he meant it. Three heirs? The closest she had had to kill to royalty, was a King's councilor! And now he wanted her to kill three heirs? Without getting discovered? There would certainly be elves and men experienced in hunting and tracking in this fellowship, and she was supposed to out smart them all?!?
She was about to turn when she remembered that her had said three heirs, but had only given the names of two.
"Tell me who is the third heir that I am to kill?" she asked as she took her horses reins when a servant handed them to her.
"I do not know when you will meet him, or if he will be in the fellowship….you will know when you reach Lorien where he is." He said, his eyes seeming to look through her and into the landscape beyond. "The third…is the Prince of Mirwood." He said "You are tell any who ask that you are an elf of Mirkwood who is traveling to Rivendell.. Here is your ring, do not take it off until the mission is complete, unless of course you wish to die." He handed her the silver, almost black ring "Go NOW!" with that said he turned and left, heading back to his tower.
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Isilyia rode hard all day, only stopping for food or drink. She stopped finally at dusk at the edge of a forest near the gap of Rohan. She knew of the Fellowships plans to try to get over Caradhras, thanks to her masters allies, and she was to ride to the mountain and await their retreat and then start tracking them.
"Well Eltiriel it looks like it's just you and me now!" Isilyia said with a laugh to her beautiful black mare, who was presently grazing near the forest's edge.
"I suppose I should get a fire started!" she said, as she started to gather wood she sang softly to herself in elvish:
• If the sky opened up for me
And the mountains disappeared
If the seas ran dry, turned to dust
And the sun refused to rise
I would still find my way
By the light I see in your eyes.
The world I know fades away
But you live
As the earth reclaims its gift
And the cycle starts anew
We'll stay, always
In the love that we have
Shared before time
If the years takes away
Every memory that I have
I would still know the way
That would lead me back to you
The North Star may die
But the light that I see in your eyes
Will burn always
Lit by the love we have
Shared before time
When the forest turns to jade
And the stories we have made
Dissolves away
One shining light will still stay
When we shed our earthly skin
And when our real life begin
There is no shame
Just the love we have shared before time.•
She finished the song, as she finished gathering the wood, darkness fell.
"You have a lovely voice M'Lady." A voice behind her said. Her head snapped up and she turned to see who the speaker was.
"Thank you my Lord, now who might you be?" she asked the fair-haired man in front of her. As she tossed the fire wood in a pile on the ground and started to build it.
"I am Eomer of Rohan, sister-son to the king, Theoden and now I must ask your name and business in these lands." He answered calm and smooth the words flowing out of his lips and into the darkness beyond.
"I am known of Isilyia, and I travel to Rivendell. Now Eomer of Rohan what business do you have so far from Edoras?" she asked carefully, the fire now built so she could seem him clearly. He was tall with fair hair like most of the men from Rohan, he also had dark hazel eyes, that held no expression yet were intriguing.
"My business is none that needs known to you, but as it is as unimportant as this I shall tell, I scout these lands for orcs for they have been stealing our horses and burning our lands." He answered, eyes downcast and staring into the fire. "I must be going now, for the king awaits my report before morning. I warn you to be careful, watch out for orcs and other foul creatures that roam these lands at night." Eomer said before mounting and riding of into the night.
"I will be, you can be sure of that." She whispered to herself and to the darkness. Deciding not to eat, she pulled out her bedroll, put the fire out and went to sleep, trusting Eltiriel to wake her if anything was amiss.
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