YAY! We're finally onto LotR stuff! I know you've been waiting a while for this so I'll just let you get on and read.
Don't Own LotR, the Tolkein Estate dose. I do own this story, I own Nissa and Lyncorath. My friends (Freja, Blaise, Noodles & Ron) all own themselves. I'm not sure if I own Chanilia, Arian, Silvawen or Isauriel. But that doesn't mean that you can go and use them without permission. So Ner!
When Nissa went to bed that night, still wearing the ring that she had found in the box she had an odd dream, well, odder than usual, I mean. . .
She sat on a horse, on a small hill that over looked an open, green country. It was early evening and the starts of Elbereth were shining overhead. She looked and saw what she had been waiting for. A grey figure riding a brown horse.
"Gandalf!" She called to him. He slowed at the sound of her voice. "Gandalf!" She called again, and spurred her own horse to meet him. "Gandalf the Grey! Wait a moment!"
"Who rides there!?" The aged wizard demanded. Even from a distance she could she him lay his hand on his sword. If she was a threat, he would be ready.
"It is I, Lyncorath!" The wizard instantly relaxed.
"Rath! What are you doing here!?" He questioned. Lyncorath drew level with him and halted her horse. Even when weary with riding, Lyncorath was an impressive figure.
Tall, strait-backed and proud, she rode man style on a white horse with a red tail and mane. Her hair was a long, flowing torrent of silvergold and she had the piercing gaze of an eagle in her arctic green eyes. Her attire was like that of the rangers of the north, black with silver and white trimmings. However, rather than bearing the symbol of the white tree, the symbol of the royal line of Gondor, she wore three stars set between the rayed sun and crescent moon.
On her back was a great double headed battle axe and at her waist was a small mace and a stone knife. She looked no older that twenty one winters but she appeared older and seemed to glow with and elven light. She certainly lived up to her namesake, Veiled Light.
As Gandalf looked into his friends face he felt suspicion grow in his heart. Rath was of a witty, dry nature, quick to anger but quicker to laugh. The normal half smile on her face, which made the onlooker think that their sleeves were dragging in the mud or that they had forgotten to comb their hair when they awoke, was gone and she looked grave and sad.
"Lyncorath," he rarely addressed her by her full name, "what ails you?"
"I have received evil news Gandalf." She told him softly, with pain filled eyes.
Gandalf felt his heart sink at those words. "What news Rath?" He squeezed her shoulder in a almost fatherly fashion.
"That one week ago Chanilia, my heart sister, was taken- she was taken by Orcs- Gandalf they took her to Mordor!" This broke through the warriors control and she wept into her horse's neck. "They took her to Mordor! They took her to the shadowed land! Oh my poor, poor Nilia! She's not a warrior, a healer! She's a healer, Gandalf!" Lyncorath was on the verge of hysterics. "A healer! What will they do to her!? Sweet soul! And what am I to do!? What do I do Olorin!?"
"Hush!" Gandalf shushed her quickly, it would do her and him no good to blurt out his Maiar name. But Gandalf felt his heart chill at her words. Chanilia taken, taken by Orcs, to Mordor. His heart warned him, was this a coincidence? Did the taking of Nilia have anything to do with what he had just learnt, with events taking part in the Shire.
"Rath?" He asked the weeping warrior. "How did you know where to find me?"
"Radagast the Brown told me that you were riding to Isengard. So came here to intercept you. To ask your advice." Good, she was composing herself.
"What were your plans then?"
"To ride to Rivendell, where my heart sister Arian dwells. Elrond Halfelven has called a council and the elves of Mirkwood have sent Prince Legolas Greenleaf and their embassy. Heart sister Silvawen will accompany him. Together we three would ride to the east of the Misty Mountains were the last heart sister Isauriel, dwells with the great eagles. Then together, we four would journey to the Shadowed Land," she griped the reigns of her horse tightly, "and rescue our sister."
"Then it was wise that you came to me first." Gandalf reposed her. "For non, not even you, Lyncorath, and your sisters, could stand against the might of Sauron and his army. But I fear that the capture of Nilia at this time was no unfortunate accident."
An expression of suspicion crossed Lyncorath's face. "What do you mean 'no unfortunate accident'?" She hissed.
"Lyncorath, I must ride with great haste to Isengard. I do not have time to tell you all. However if you are going to Rivendell, would you mind taking a detour?"
"Yes, but only if you tell me what on Middle-Earth is going on."
"First, I want you to find Aragorn, he is wandering in the northern wilderness'. The I want you and him to go to the village of Bree where you will meet two friends of mine, hobbits. Then I want you and Aragorn to guide them to Rivendell, for I fear that they are in great danger."
"Why must I aid a couple of Halflings, and what danger are they in? I hope it is nothing as trivial as an unpaid debt." A wry smile crossed her face.
Gandalf did not return the smile. "No, Lyncorath, I fear before long the servants of the Dark Lord will be after this pair like hounds on the sent."
"What would Sauron want with Halflings?"
"Do you recall Bilbo?"
"The Hobbit who went on the quest for Smaug's treasure? And was present at the battle of the Five Armies? How could I forget. I was their Gandalf. Remember? It was I who slew the great Warg Chieftain of the North." A smile came to her face as she recalled the small figure. "He is staying with the Elves at the moment, isn't he? At Rivendell. You'd have to ask Arian, she is the one staying there."
"Do you recall the ring that he found?"
"The ring that belonged to that Gollum creature? Yes, it granted it's keeper the power of invisibility."
"That is not the least of it's powers."
"What do you mean!?"
"Bilbo gave the ring to his nephew and heir, Frodo, when he left the Shire. He is one of the Hobbits who you must seek. And the ring that he carries is the One Ring of Sauron, the Lord of the Rings."
"Ai!" The warrior screamed. Her horse reared and she turned to stare at the east. "Is this true!? How do you know!?"
"I have seen the fiery letters out side and in. And that is why you must seek him and protect him. You and Aragorn."
"So it was no chance that Nilia was taken." She muttered. "And so it will come to pass," she turned and looked east once again, towards the white city of Gondor. "The One has been found. The sword will be re-forged! The king shall return! And our labours shall soon be ended!" Her voice had risen as she said this, but it became soft again as she finished. "And all will soon come to an end, for good or ill." She looked back at Gandalf. "Yes I will do what you have asked. I will ride north at once."
"Yes, I shall continue to Isengard. And I shall meet you in Rivendell." Lyncorath turned to ride north. But then stopped.
"But Gandalf. There are many Halflings in Bree. How am I to know they?"
"Their names are Frodo Baggins and Samwise Gamgee, most often called Sam. Frodo is the Ring-bearer, and if he has any sense, he will not go by his true name. They are both from Hobbiton, in the Shire. Sam is a gardener with dirty yellow hair and cornflower blue eyes. Frodo is pale with hair black as a ravens wing and ice blue eyes as brilliant as your own. Believe me, you will know it is he when you see him."
"Yes, thank you Gandalf. I will ride to Aragorn at once and tell him of the news. And we will meet you in Rivendell." She spurred her horse and galloped northward. "Fare You Well, Gandalf!" She cried as she left him.
There! What did you think of that? If you want more please don't hesitate to review. *Grins, bows and holds out her hat for the readers to toss reviews in*
Don't Own LotR, the Tolkein Estate dose. I do own this story, I own Nissa and Lyncorath. My friends (Freja, Blaise, Noodles & Ron) all own themselves. I'm not sure if I own Chanilia, Arian, Silvawen or Isauriel. But that doesn't mean that you can go and use them without permission. So Ner!
When Nissa went to bed that night, still wearing the ring that she had found in the box she had an odd dream, well, odder than usual, I mean. . .
She sat on a horse, on a small hill that over looked an open, green country. It was early evening and the starts of Elbereth were shining overhead. She looked and saw what she had been waiting for. A grey figure riding a brown horse.
"Gandalf!" She called to him. He slowed at the sound of her voice. "Gandalf!" She called again, and spurred her own horse to meet him. "Gandalf the Grey! Wait a moment!"
"Who rides there!?" The aged wizard demanded. Even from a distance she could she him lay his hand on his sword. If she was a threat, he would be ready.
"It is I, Lyncorath!" The wizard instantly relaxed.
"Rath! What are you doing here!?" He questioned. Lyncorath drew level with him and halted her horse. Even when weary with riding, Lyncorath was an impressive figure.
Tall, strait-backed and proud, she rode man style on a white horse with a red tail and mane. Her hair was a long, flowing torrent of silvergold and she had the piercing gaze of an eagle in her arctic green eyes. Her attire was like that of the rangers of the north, black with silver and white trimmings. However, rather than bearing the symbol of the white tree, the symbol of the royal line of Gondor, she wore three stars set between the rayed sun and crescent moon.
On her back was a great double headed battle axe and at her waist was a small mace and a stone knife. She looked no older that twenty one winters but she appeared older and seemed to glow with and elven light. She certainly lived up to her namesake, Veiled Light.
As Gandalf looked into his friends face he felt suspicion grow in his heart. Rath was of a witty, dry nature, quick to anger but quicker to laugh. The normal half smile on her face, which made the onlooker think that their sleeves were dragging in the mud or that they had forgotten to comb their hair when they awoke, was gone and she looked grave and sad.
"Lyncorath," he rarely addressed her by her full name, "what ails you?"
"I have received evil news Gandalf." She told him softly, with pain filled eyes.
Gandalf felt his heart sink at those words. "What news Rath?" He squeezed her shoulder in a almost fatherly fashion.
"That one week ago Chanilia, my heart sister, was taken- she was taken by Orcs- Gandalf they took her to Mordor!" This broke through the warriors control and she wept into her horse's neck. "They took her to Mordor! They took her to the shadowed land! Oh my poor, poor Nilia! She's not a warrior, a healer! She's a healer, Gandalf!" Lyncorath was on the verge of hysterics. "A healer! What will they do to her!? Sweet soul! And what am I to do!? What do I do Olorin!?"
"Hush!" Gandalf shushed her quickly, it would do her and him no good to blurt out his Maiar name. But Gandalf felt his heart chill at her words. Chanilia taken, taken by Orcs, to Mordor. His heart warned him, was this a coincidence? Did the taking of Nilia have anything to do with what he had just learnt, with events taking part in the Shire.
"Rath?" He asked the weeping warrior. "How did you know where to find me?"
"Radagast the Brown told me that you were riding to Isengard. So came here to intercept you. To ask your advice." Good, she was composing herself.
"What were your plans then?"
"To ride to Rivendell, where my heart sister Arian dwells. Elrond Halfelven has called a council and the elves of Mirkwood have sent Prince Legolas Greenleaf and their embassy. Heart sister Silvawen will accompany him. Together we three would ride to the east of the Misty Mountains were the last heart sister Isauriel, dwells with the great eagles. Then together, we four would journey to the Shadowed Land," she griped the reigns of her horse tightly, "and rescue our sister."
"Then it was wise that you came to me first." Gandalf reposed her. "For non, not even you, Lyncorath, and your sisters, could stand against the might of Sauron and his army. But I fear that the capture of Nilia at this time was no unfortunate accident."
An expression of suspicion crossed Lyncorath's face. "What do you mean 'no unfortunate accident'?" She hissed.
"Lyncorath, I must ride with great haste to Isengard. I do not have time to tell you all. However if you are going to Rivendell, would you mind taking a detour?"
"Yes, but only if you tell me what on Middle-Earth is going on."
"First, I want you to find Aragorn, he is wandering in the northern wilderness'. The I want you and him to go to the village of Bree where you will meet two friends of mine, hobbits. Then I want you and Aragorn to guide them to Rivendell, for I fear that they are in great danger."
"Why must I aid a couple of Halflings, and what danger are they in? I hope it is nothing as trivial as an unpaid debt." A wry smile crossed her face.
Gandalf did not return the smile. "No, Lyncorath, I fear before long the servants of the Dark Lord will be after this pair like hounds on the sent."
"What would Sauron want with Halflings?"
"Do you recall Bilbo?"
"The Hobbit who went on the quest for Smaug's treasure? And was present at the battle of the Five Armies? How could I forget. I was their Gandalf. Remember? It was I who slew the great Warg Chieftain of the North." A smile came to her face as she recalled the small figure. "He is staying with the Elves at the moment, isn't he? At Rivendell. You'd have to ask Arian, she is the one staying there."
"Do you recall the ring that he found?"
"The ring that belonged to that Gollum creature? Yes, it granted it's keeper the power of invisibility."
"That is not the least of it's powers."
"What do you mean!?"
"Bilbo gave the ring to his nephew and heir, Frodo, when he left the Shire. He is one of the Hobbits who you must seek. And the ring that he carries is the One Ring of Sauron, the Lord of the Rings."
"Ai!" The warrior screamed. Her horse reared and she turned to stare at the east. "Is this true!? How do you know!?"
"I have seen the fiery letters out side and in. And that is why you must seek him and protect him. You and Aragorn."
"So it was no chance that Nilia was taken." She muttered. "And so it will come to pass," she turned and looked east once again, towards the white city of Gondor. "The One has been found. The sword will be re-forged! The king shall return! And our labours shall soon be ended!" Her voice had risen as she said this, but it became soft again as she finished. "And all will soon come to an end, for good or ill." She looked back at Gandalf. "Yes I will do what you have asked. I will ride north at once."
"Yes, I shall continue to Isengard. And I shall meet you in Rivendell." Lyncorath turned to ride north. But then stopped.
"But Gandalf. There are many Halflings in Bree. How am I to know they?"
"Their names are Frodo Baggins and Samwise Gamgee, most often called Sam. Frodo is the Ring-bearer, and if he has any sense, he will not go by his true name. They are both from Hobbiton, in the Shire. Sam is a gardener with dirty yellow hair and cornflower blue eyes. Frodo is pale with hair black as a ravens wing and ice blue eyes as brilliant as your own. Believe me, you will know it is he when you see him."
"Yes, thank you Gandalf. I will ride to Aragorn at once and tell him of the news. And we will meet you in Rivendell." She spurred her horse and galloped northward. "Fare You Well, Gandalf!" She cried as she left him.
There! What did you think of that? If you want more please don't hesitate to review. *Grins, bows and holds out her hat for the readers to toss reviews in*
