A/N: I would like to thank Muse Celestia for beta reading this for me.
Disclaimer: I am not Tolkien, Tolkien wrote Lord of the Rings, so therefore I did not write Lord of the Rings.
Elize gripped her sword tightly as she hid in the shadows watching the man she was to kill. Just as he turned and reached for the door, Elize jumped forward and stuck the blade out in front of her. She impaled the man. He fell, making strangled gasping noises, and his face showed pure shock. He was no doubt wondering how an armed hobbit got into his room, and how she obtained the courage and strength to kill a man. He did not wonder for long; his eyes glazed over and body slumped. He was dead.
Blood trickled down the blade, it seemed to crawl towards her as it dripped onto the hilt. She began to realize that something was wrong when the blood slithered onto her hand and continue onto her arm. Elize screamed in agony as the blood pushed through her flesh, entering her veins. As the new blood coursed through her, she felt like it was mixing with who she was!
She battled to keep her mind, and in the process both were destroyed, leaving naught but an empty shell.The fairy who caused this all to happen laughed. Elize stood, but not of her own will. It was now an outside force that controlled her body, she was nothing but a puppet.
Terrified, Elize's eyes opened suddenly. Leaves rested beneath her and the fairy beside her, and she heard a faint trickling of a spring. A nightmare, it was nothing but a nightmare. She couldn't do this, she couldn't kill this man! She stood up to run, but felt a hand grasp her ankle. Elize could have probably easily pulled herself free of this grasp, but since it was not this fairy's fault that she had a nightmare she did not.
"Where are you going?"
"I-I cant do this," Elize stuttered, "I had a nightmare, but it was so real. Th-the blood, it trickled up my arm, forced it's way into me…Please! You can't make me do this! In the dream it turned me into a puppet and…"
"Please, stop this foolishness! A dream is but a dream and nothing more, once awoken from your sleep you shall not return to it in waking life! A dream cannot be a warning, for it does not tell the truth," the fairy let go of Elize's ankle and stood up, "This task is quite important to protect the hobbits of the Shire, as I am sure that more are being taken as we speak. If you do not get past your fear, in ten years I doubt that there will be a free hobbit left. Will you forget your dream or the Shire?"
"I'm sorry!" cried Elize before she ran into the woods.
Tears ran down her face, touching her chin before falling down to the leaves. Eventually Elize fell down to the forest floor and curled into a tight ball.
The fairy did not chase after Elize, but she looked around angrily and called out, "Ianna! Was this your doing? Come out, I know you're there!"
Another fay, just as fair, but seeming to be lighter than the first, stepped out from shadows that did not seem near dark enough to hide her.
"How very perceptive of you, Dakanor, and yes, that was my deed. I only showed her what was to be, if she listened to you."
"What would have happened? I do not believe blood would have crawled into her veins!" responded Dakanor.
"No, but the rest was true," Ianna said, smiling, as she stepped back and seemed to fade into the trees behind her.
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Eight wargs left, four circled him, but the other four bounded off towards the Shire. Aragorn stabbed and slashed the wargs that were close to him, but by the time those were killed, the other four were long gone. He ran after them, hoping that he could catch them before they found hobbits.
Disclaimer: I am not Tolkien, Tolkien wrote Lord of the Rings, so therefore I did not write Lord of the Rings.
Elize gripped her sword tightly as she hid in the shadows watching the man she was to kill. Just as he turned and reached for the door, Elize jumped forward and stuck the blade out in front of her. She impaled the man. He fell, making strangled gasping noises, and his face showed pure shock. He was no doubt wondering how an armed hobbit got into his room, and how she obtained the courage and strength to kill a man. He did not wonder for long; his eyes glazed over and body slumped. He was dead.
Blood trickled down the blade, it seemed to crawl towards her as it dripped onto the hilt. She began to realize that something was wrong when the blood slithered onto her hand and continue onto her arm. Elize screamed in agony as the blood pushed through her flesh, entering her veins. As the new blood coursed through her, she felt like it was mixing with who she was!
She battled to keep her mind, and in the process both were destroyed, leaving naught but an empty shell.The fairy who caused this all to happen laughed. Elize stood, but not of her own will. It was now an outside force that controlled her body, she was nothing but a puppet.
Terrified, Elize's eyes opened suddenly. Leaves rested beneath her and the fairy beside her, and she heard a faint trickling of a spring. A nightmare, it was nothing but a nightmare. She couldn't do this, she couldn't kill this man! She stood up to run, but felt a hand grasp her ankle. Elize could have probably easily pulled herself free of this grasp, but since it was not this fairy's fault that she had a nightmare she did not.
"Where are you going?"
"I-I cant do this," Elize stuttered, "I had a nightmare, but it was so real. Th-the blood, it trickled up my arm, forced it's way into me…Please! You can't make me do this! In the dream it turned me into a puppet and…"
"Please, stop this foolishness! A dream is but a dream and nothing more, once awoken from your sleep you shall not return to it in waking life! A dream cannot be a warning, for it does not tell the truth," the fairy let go of Elize's ankle and stood up, "This task is quite important to protect the hobbits of the Shire, as I am sure that more are being taken as we speak. If you do not get past your fear, in ten years I doubt that there will be a free hobbit left. Will you forget your dream or the Shire?"
"I'm sorry!" cried Elize before she ran into the woods.
Tears ran down her face, touching her chin before falling down to the leaves. Eventually Elize fell down to the forest floor and curled into a tight ball.
The fairy did not chase after Elize, but she looked around angrily and called out, "Ianna! Was this your doing? Come out, I know you're there!"
Another fay, just as fair, but seeming to be lighter than the first, stepped out from shadows that did not seem near dark enough to hide her.
"How very perceptive of you, Dakanor, and yes, that was my deed. I only showed her what was to be, if she listened to you."
"What would have happened? I do not believe blood would have crawled into her veins!" responded Dakanor.
"No, but the rest was true," Ianna said, smiling, as she stepped back and seemed to fade into the trees behind her.
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Eight wargs left, four circled him, but the other four bounded off towards the Shire. Aragorn stabbed and slashed the wargs that were close to him, but by the time those were killed, the other four were long gone. He ran after them, hoping that he could catch them before they found hobbits.