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Scoriae and Litavia.
Chapter 8
The return of the Sheann Princess
"Legolas, why did you ask such questions to Gandalf?" Gimli asked as they prepared for the feast.
"Litavia knew much, and Gandalf was her master, I believed that perhaps Litavia was the key to the mystery," Legolas replied as they walked the passages through out the Keep.
"It would answer many questions wouldn't it?" Gimli replied.
"What do you mean Master Dwarf?" asked Eomer.
"Her hair colour, her speed and agility, her strength and pride, all the traits of the many races of Middle Earth," Aragorn replied. "But Gandalf believes it is not her and I trust the word of him. A coincidence no less."
"Perhaps," Legolas replied as they approached the Great Cave where they would be feasting. Music played and many women, children and men lined the walls cheering as they walked amongst them. The room lightened as Eowyn and Litavia appeared, Litavia's bandages missing. Her skin was tight and her skin free of scars.
"Ah, Lady Litavia," said Haldir bowing to her and then Eowyn.
"Hello Haldir, are you well?" she asked bowing her head slightly.
"Yes, gratitude I give to you," he replied. She smiled pleasantly and then looked to Aragorn.
"Lady Ranger, a little more Lady like I see," he taunted. Litavia narrowed her eyes and then laughed with a nod.
"Yes, I suppose you are right," she said. Gimli pulled gently on her dress, she looked down and smiled.
"Mustn't be forgetting about me," he said gruffly. Litavia laughed and bent down to kiss him on the cheek.
"That I mustn't for you saved me from a bit of a predicament on the Deep," she replied. He blushed and turned away, making the others laugh.
"Lady Litavia," Legolas said softly. She turned to see him staring intently at her. She blushed slightly, but put her head down so as not to be seen. "You look beautiful, such material I have never seen before."
"Thank you Lord Legolas, it is Sheann Elf made and their legacy I will carry with me," she replied softly, still not looking up.
"Come, we feast and celebrate tonight!" Théoden bellowed from the High table. They walked to the table and sat, feasting happily, celebrating what was hoped to be one of many.
As they began Gandalf stood, clearing his throat. Litavia looked at him strangely, as she was sitting between him and Legolas.
"My dear Rohirram, I have come across an amazing find on my travels, one who would prove a great ally in our fight against Sauron!" he said looking around the room. There was a roar as a cloud of red smoke appeared, engulfing the High table. Screaming ensued, panic rising in the peasants of Edoras.
"Gandalf!" a voice roared through the smoke. "I have come as you asked, so bring forth your promise!"
"I introduce, the Dragon Master!" Gandalf announced as the smoke cleared. Litavia, Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli all stood to see the Dragon Lord. As the smoke cleared it revealed him. His horns brushed the ceiling, his cloak hanging to the ground. He was red and had a sword attached to a belt at his waist.
"I am here," he said, his voice gruff and loud. "I await your word Gandalf the White." His scale covered body glistened in the light, his long face with two long whiskers protruding from either side of his nose, was hard and well protected by his thick red armour that was his skin.
"Lord Dragon, you must be patient," Gandalf said. The Dragon bowed slightly. "King Théoden, the Dragon master has offered his services, for he too promised one of the great rulers of this land that he would offer his services in dark times."
"And who might this ruler be?" Théoden asked, not trusting the large Dragon. The Dragon Lord, however, was scanning along the table and his eyes soon rested on Litavia. His cold, stern eyes soon softened as he stared at Litavia. She kept her eyes locked on his, something niggling in her mind.
'So you have finally arrived, preparing to do as the prophesy promised,' a voice said inside her head. She jumped at the voice, startling Legolas.
"Litavia, what is the matter?" he asked as she slowly began to shake. He turned to look at the Dragon Master, who bowed his head and knelt to a knee.
"Your Majesty," he said. Everyone looked at him strangely, except Gandalf who nodded.
"It is as I thought, the thought to be lost Chosen Princess of Sheann dwells amongst us," he said looking at the table. He turned his head to look at Litavia. He then waved his staff, producing a small red stone encrusted tiara in his hand.
"Gandalf?" Litavia asked nervously, looking from the Dragon to him and then past him to Aragorn and Eowyn, who were watching her in bewilderment. "What.is this?"
"Lady Litavia, you must take your place as the Chosen Princess, for you are the last of your kind," Gandalf said holding the crown in front of him.
"But there is no proof!" she exclaimed stepping back from the jewel.
"There is one way," the Dragon Master said. "A Dragon pin that resides in your hair." She took it off and looked at it. A long dragon was circling; a red stone was set in a gold piece that went across the dragon.
"What of it?" asked Théoden. The Dragon Master turned to look at him, his eyes cold and stern once more.
"It will react to find the true heir if the right magic is used," he said standing again. He reached over and took the pin from Litavia, placing it on the floor carefully. He held his hand over it, a small orb forming around the pin. It began to float from the floor and then shot around the room, making people duck. It then slowed and floated in front of Litavia, their eyes widening as it seemed to explode, engulfing Litavia.
"Litavia!" exclaimed Gimli, Aragorn and Legolas at once. Gandalf held up his hand as the Dragon Master lifted both his arms. The light faded, revealing Litavia. Her dress was now tainted red, a red stoned necklace around her neck and her eyes softened in recognition.
"Gandalf, my daughter lives, this is her," an unrecognisable voice said from Litavia's lips. Suddenly, a soft white light surrounded Litavia and a white figure separated it self from her.
"Seolar, you have returned," Gandalf said bowing while Elves sunk to a knee.
"I have been waiting for my little one to be discovered, I knew I could depend on you Gandalf, and you Dragon Master," she said, her voice soft and floating around the room.
"It is good to see you once more Seolar," the Dragon Master said bowing. The Queen turned to look at Litavia, who cowered slightly at her gaze.
"My little Princess, Scoriae, please fulfil your destiny and bring peace back to Middle Earth," she said leaning down to look into Litavia's eyes. Litavia blinked, the name sounding familiar.
"That's right child, your real name is Scoriae, you are the last of the Sheann Elves, and the one that shall lead the way to destroy the Ring of power. Your will against the Ring is strong, and you must help the Ring bearer cope with this extreme burden," Seolar stood and looked to Scoriae's right and left.
"But." Scoriae began but couldn't finish. She was afraid, too much was happening to her and she did not understand it all. Seolar back down on her and smiled.
"Do not fear child, you have friends who will help you on your journey, and I shall be there too," with that she burst into bright light and spread through out Scoriae's body. Scoriae blinked and looked up at the Dragon Master. Gandalf placed the tiara on her head, it seemed to shine more and her beauty radiated around the room.
"Dragon Master, you offer your allegiance and services to the last of the Sheann Elves?" she said, her voice confident and controlled.
"That I do your majesty," he said bowing again. Scoriae turned to the King, her dress flapping softly as she turned.
"And do you King Théoden wish to assist in the final battle against Sauron?" she asked, her eyes full of life and light.
"That I will your majesty," he said bowing. She turned to look at the Dragon Master and nodded to him.
"You will be a great ally to this final war, the ring shall be destroyed but to do so we must travel to Gondor for the final battle," she watched as he disappeared in a puff of smoke and then looked at Aragorn who stood beside Théoden. "Aragorn, you know what you must do, Undomiel will be sending a gift soon, you must prepare to take your place as the leader of this battle."
"Yes your majesty," he replied, some what dully.
"Do not fear, you shall not fail as your previous have," she said smiling warmly. He nodded. This Fellowship shall soon rejoin with the main battle forces at Gondor and we shall take what is rightfully ours away from Sauron. His evil shall shadow no more. And what is this?" she said turning to a large hole in the cavern wall that let light flow into the room.
"Words upon the wind," Legolas whispered to himself. Scoriae's face slowly brightened into a smile.
"We have great news of a victory Gandalf," she said turning to the wizard by her side. "The Ents have battled bravely and captured the tower of Orthanc." There was murmuring throughout the room.
"That is good news; we have gained the upper hand on this side of Gondor. The towers shall not unite now," Gandalf said proudly.
"I must travel to Isengard, and then on to Mordor," she said moving from the table.
"But why must you leave now?" asked Aragorn grabbing her arm as she swept past.
"Isengard has something we shall need," she said looking at Gandalf. He looked taken back but then nodded.
"I understand, you are warning him of your existence but it is your choice, please be careful," he said softly. Scoriae suddenly shook her head and looked around and then realised her place, the red colour on her dress fading away back to the purple, but the tiara staying on her hair, the red stone winking at them.
"Has Litavia ever stuffed up before?" she replied with a laugh, Litavia gaining control over herself once more. She ran to leave the cavern but stopped at the entrance, Elves and Men alike watching her as she turned back to the table.
"I will be in Mordor when you attack the Black gate, you must travel to Gondor brave warriors of Rohan, Gondor is the final setting of this war, take care," with that she ran out, her skirt sweeping behind her.
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Chapter 8
The return of the Sheann Princess
"Legolas, why did you ask such questions to Gandalf?" Gimli asked as they prepared for the feast.
"Litavia knew much, and Gandalf was her master, I believed that perhaps Litavia was the key to the mystery," Legolas replied as they walked the passages through out the Keep.
"It would answer many questions wouldn't it?" Gimli replied.
"What do you mean Master Dwarf?" asked Eomer.
"Her hair colour, her speed and agility, her strength and pride, all the traits of the many races of Middle Earth," Aragorn replied. "But Gandalf believes it is not her and I trust the word of him. A coincidence no less."
"Perhaps," Legolas replied as they approached the Great Cave where they would be feasting. Music played and many women, children and men lined the walls cheering as they walked amongst them. The room lightened as Eowyn and Litavia appeared, Litavia's bandages missing. Her skin was tight and her skin free of scars.
"Ah, Lady Litavia," said Haldir bowing to her and then Eowyn.
"Hello Haldir, are you well?" she asked bowing her head slightly.
"Yes, gratitude I give to you," he replied. She smiled pleasantly and then looked to Aragorn.
"Lady Ranger, a little more Lady like I see," he taunted. Litavia narrowed her eyes and then laughed with a nod.
"Yes, I suppose you are right," she said. Gimli pulled gently on her dress, she looked down and smiled.
"Mustn't be forgetting about me," he said gruffly. Litavia laughed and bent down to kiss him on the cheek.
"That I mustn't for you saved me from a bit of a predicament on the Deep," she replied. He blushed and turned away, making the others laugh.
"Lady Litavia," Legolas said softly. She turned to see him staring intently at her. She blushed slightly, but put her head down so as not to be seen. "You look beautiful, such material I have never seen before."
"Thank you Lord Legolas, it is Sheann Elf made and their legacy I will carry with me," she replied softly, still not looking up.
"Come, we feast and celebrate tonight!" Théoden bellowed from the High table. They walked to the table and sat, feasting happily, celebrating what was hoped to be one of many.
As they began Gandalf stood, clearing his throat. Litavia looked at him strangely, as she was sitting between him and Legolas.
"My dear Rohirram, I have come across an amazing find on my travels, one who would prove a great ally in our fight against Sauron!" he said looking around the room. There was a roar as a cloud of red smoke appeared, engulfing the High table. Screaming ensued, panic rising in the peasants of Edoras.
"Gandalf!" a voice roared through the smoke. "I have come as you asked, so bring forth your promise!"
"I introduce, the Dragon Master!" Gandalf announced as the smoke cleared. Litavia, Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli all stood to see the Dragon Lord. As the smoke cleared it revealed him. His horns brushed the ceiling, his cloak hanging to the ground. He was red and had a sword attached to a belt at his waist.
"I am here," he said, his voice gruff and loud. "I await your word Gandalf the White." His scale covered body glistened in the light, his long face with two long whiskers protruding from either side of his nose, was hard and well protected by his thick red armour that was his skin.
"Lord Dragon, you must be patient," Gandalf said. The Dragon bowed slightly. "King Théoden, the Dragon master has offered his services, for he too promised one of the great rulers of this land that he would offer his services in dark times."
"And who might this ruler be?" Théoden asked, not trusting the large Dragon. The Dragon Lord, however, was scanning along the table and his eyes soon rested on Litavia. His cold, stern eyes soon softened as he stared at Litavia. She kept her eyes locked on his, something niggling in her mind.
'So you have finally arrived, preparing to do as the prophesy promised,' a voice said inside her head. She jumped at the voice, startling Legolas.
"Litavia, what is the matter?" he asked as she slowly began to shake. He turned to look at the Dragon Master, who bowed his head and knelt to a knee.
"Your Majesty," he said. Everyone looked at him strangely, except Gandalf who nodded.
"It is as I thought, the thought to be lost Chosen Princess of Sheann dwells amongst us," he said looking at the table. He turned his head to look at Litavia. He then waved his staff, producing a small red stone encrusted tiara in his hand.
"Gandalf?" Litavia asked nervously, looking from the Dragon to him and then past him to Aragorn and Eowyn, who were watching her in bewilderment. "What.is this?"
"Lady Litavia, you must take your place as the Chosen Princess, for you are the last of your kind," Gandalf said holding the crown in front of him.
"But there is no proof!" she exclaimed stepping back from the jewel.
"There is one way," the Dragon Master said. "A Dragon pin that resides in your hair." She took it off and looked at it. A long dragon was circling; a red stone was set in a gold piece that went across the dragon.
"What of it?" asked Théoden. The Dragon Master turned to look at him, his eyes cold and stern once more.
"It will react to find the true heir if the right magic is used," he said standing again. He reached over and took the pin from Litavia, placing it on the floor carefully. He held his hand over it, a small orb forming around the pin. It began to float from the floor and then shot around the room, making people duck. It then slowed and floated in front of Litavia, their eyes widening as it seemed to explode, engulfing Litavia.
"Litavia!" exclaimed Gimli, Aragorn and Legolas at once. Gandalf held up his hand as the Dragon Master lifted both his arms. The light faded, revealing Litavia. Her dress was now tainted red, a red stoned necklace around her neck and her eyes softened in recognition.
"Gandalf, my daughter lives, this is her," an unrecognisable voice said from Litavia's lips. Suddenly, a soft white light surrounded Litavia and a white figure separated it self from her.
"Seolar, you have returned," Gandalf said bowing while Elves sunk to a knee.
"I have been waiting for my little one to be discovered, I knew I could depend on you Gandalf, and you Dragon Master," she said, her voice soft and floating around the room.
"It is good to see you once more Seolar," the Dragon Master said bowing. The Queen turned to look at Litavia, who cowered slightly at her gaze.
"My little Princess, Scoriae, please fulfil your destiny and bring peace back to Middle Earth," she said leaning down to look into Litavia's eyes. Litavia blinked, the name sounding familiar.
"That's right child, your real name is Scoriae, you are the last of the Sheann Elves, and the one that shall lead the way to destroy the Ring of power. Your will against the Ring is strong, and you must help the Ring bearer cope with this extreme burden," Seolar stood and looked to Scoriae's right and left.
"But." Scoriae began but couldn't finish. She was afraid, too much was happening to her and she did not understand it all. Seolar back down on her and smiled.
"Do not fear child, you have friends who will help you on your journey, and I shall be there too," with that she burst into bright light and spread through out Scoriae's body. Scoriae blinked and looked up at the Dragon Master. Gandalf placed the tiara on her head, it seemed to shine more and her beauty radiated around the room.
"Dragon Master, you offer your allegiance and services to the last of the Sheann Elves?" she said, her voice confident and controlled.
"That I do your majesty," he said bowing again. Scoriae turned to the King, her dress flapping softly as she turned.
"And do you King Théoden wish to assist in the final battle against Sauron?" she asked, her eyes full of life and light.
"That I will your majesty," he said bowing. She turned to look at the Dragon Master and nodded to him.
"You will be a great ally to this final war, the ring shall be destroyed but to do so we must travel to Gondor for the final battle," she watched as he disappeared in a puff of smoke and then looked at Aragorn who stood beside Théoden. "Aragorn, you know what you must do, Undomiel will be sending a gift soon, you must prepare to take your place as the leader of this battle."
"Yes your majesty," he replied, some what dully.
"Do not fear, you shall not fail as your previous have," she said smiling warmly. He nodded. This Fellowship shall soon rejoin with the main battle forces at Gondor and we shall take what is rightfully ours away from Sauron. His evil shall shadow no more. And what is this?" she said turning to a large hole in the cavern wall that let light flow into the room.
"Words upon the wind," Legolas whispered to himself. Scoriae's face slowly brightened into a smile.
"We have great news of a victory Gandalf," she said turning to the wizard by her side. "The Ents have battled bravely and captured the tower of Orthanc." There was murmuring throughout the room.
"That is good news; we have gained the upper hand on this side of Gondor. The towers shall not unite now," Gandalf said proudly.
"I must travel to Isengard, and then on to Mordor," she said moving from the table.
"But why must you leave now?" asked Aragorn grabbing her arm as she swept past.
"Isengard has something we shall need," she said looking at Gandalf. He looked taken back but then nodded.
"I understand, you are warning him of your existence but it is your choice, please be careful," he said softly. Scoriae suddenly shook her head and looked around and then realised her place, the red colour on her dress fading away back to the purple, but the tiara staying on her hair, the red stone winking at them.
"Has Litavia ever stuffed up before?" she replied with a laugh, Litavia gaining control over herself once more. She ran to leave the cavern but stopped at the entrance, Elves and Men alike watching her as she turned back to the table.
"I will be in Mordor when you attack the Black gate, you must travel to Gondor brave warriors of Rohan, Gondor is the final setting of this war, take care," with that she ran out, her skirt sweeping behind her.
So, I do have people who luv me out there? I thank you again Ain. Luv Krayon