Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings is not mine, but the Pantorii are, so is the world that the 'companions' are in. Bwahaha!!!
Treehugger, how could I not have Glorfindel in there? He is the second best Elffy in the whole wide Ea!!!
Tenshiamanda, I just realized that you wrote the Mirkwood pranks!!! Slow on the uptake... I love that story, and I see you also have a sequel to it... Yay!!!
Dance for Life. Chapter 4.
Glorfindel rolled to his feet the instant his captors threw him down. The prospects were not good. After all, they where more than a thousand feet up, on a cliff ledge, and the only way down was by flying.
Gimli had raced to Legolas' side the moment he was able, and was heartened to see that although the Elf was pale from blood loss, he did not seem to be experiencing any poisoning, nor did he seem to be endanger of dying. The long claw tracks that marred his chest, and arms where scabbed over, and seemed to be clean.
Glorfindel, leaning over Gimli's shoulder agreed with the observation, and deemed that only time would mend the Prince completely. He then turned his attention the fourth occupant of the ledge.
His black hair clung to his damp forehead, and his skin was pale beneath its, obviously natural swarthy-ness. He looked to be just slightly shorter than Legolas, but he had a gangly appearance, as of one who has reached his full height, but not his full breadth, or is still growing very quickly. Blood stained his tunic, which was rent in many places, and his scabbard was empty, but there was a battle axe strapped to his back.
Gimli had stumped to the edge of the ledge and was looking down at another larger outcropping. Gathered on the ledge where about fifty or sixty of the monsters that had captured them. They seemed to be painfully thin humans, standing anywhere from six to eight feet in height, but they had the coloring of rocks, ranging from almost whites to almost black colors. They did not seem to have any hair, but their eyes were chilling, they where the same color as the creature's skin, and shaped as an insects are, many faceted and bulbous. Their wings seemed to be a strange cross between that of a bat and that of a butterfly. As Gimli puzzled as to how those ridicules looking wings would be able to fly, he aided Legolas in slowly sitting up.
Glorfindel turned with a smile "Well, your Highness, I see you have decided not to visit Mandos' Halls. I can assure you that if we ever get home, Valinor is a much nicer place than Mandos' is." The Prince of Mirkwood smiled at the Elf-Lord's attempted humor. "Look here, Son of Gloin, perhaps, when our young friend decides to awaken he will lend you the axe he carries, for I have never known an Elf to fight with such a weapon."
"That would be a great relief, my Lord!" Gimli looked hopefully at the still form, as if expecting the Elf to jump to his feet instantly, and give the Dwarf the weapon. "How I wish I had been carrying my axe last night."
Legolas looked startled and then laughed, "It was only last night we sang so merrily was it not. I feel like I have live ages since that time."
Glorfindel nodded, "As do I, my friends, as do I."
"As do you what?" The thick, harshly accented voice came from the ground at the Elf-Lord's feet. Startled all three companions looked down at the semi-conscious Elf in amazement. "I'm almost positive I did not grow a third eye, nor a second nose. But were are we? What has happened." The sharp edge of his voice seemed to grate on the Elves' ears even though the language was their own, and the Elven language is very beautiful. Struggling mightily he managed to sit up only when Glorfindel put out a gentle hand and aided him in the act.
"We do not know where we are, we were attacked and carried here by those things," Gimli shoved his thumb over his shoulder, downward, toward the second ledge where their captors were.
"You were captured as we were being flown here." Glorfindel added.
"Oh. Right. I'm Saru." The Elf was twisting this way and that, as best he could, obviously trying to determine the amount of damage he had sustained. "Do you know how far they carried us? Which mountain range we're in?"
"We were carried for several hours, at least." Glorfindel answered. The three companions were hoping this stranger would answer some of their questions, including 'where are we?'. "I am Glorfindel, and my companions are Legolas and Gimli." he added.
Saru sat still and stared at Gimli in amazement. "They captured a Dwarf?" He asked, amazed, "Pantorii never capture Dwarves, they are terrified of them!"
"Those creatures are 'Pantorii'?" Legolas asked quickly.
"Oh, yes, and personally I think the name suits them, but you do not speak the Guynyan language do you. Most of our kindred do not. It means 'mis-born' or 'mis-begotten'." He glared out onto the horizan, then sighed.
Glorfindel raised an eyebrow at the Elf, it was becoming more and more obvious to the Elf-Lord that Saru was only a child. "What bothers you, young one?" He asked quietly.
"Only the fact that I have been proven wrong again. Nikinan said 'Do not stray off too far' and 'You are not yet capable of looking after yourself in these lands, many would seek to harm one of your kind.'" Saru slapped a nearby rock, "I am so tired of being babysat."
The companions exchanged a look over the youngster's head. Obviously he still needed to be babysat, but then maybe so did they. "So, what land are we in?" Gimli asked him.
"Thyatira!" Saru looked at them as if they had to be completely out of their minds not to know that. Then he binked, "Oh. You mean who holds these lands?"
Gimli looked uncertain as to whow to answer, but the young Elf kept talking. "Well, I am not completely sure about right here, but the Orcish Bastion is farther north in this range, if what you say is true, sir, and we were nor carried longer than several hours." He cast his brown eyes toward Glorfindel. "The Elven Kingdom of Salatori is east in the great wood you can see in the far distance."
"Only and Elf can see that far." Grumbled the son of Gloin.
"And..." the lad's voice trailed off, when a deep bellow was raised from the ledge below. "Oh no! They have decided to kill us.. they must have..." Saru looked petrified.
"Give me that axe you carry upon your back, youngster!" Gimli yelled "We'll not go down with out a fight."
Saru spun to his knees, "Unbuckle it, Dwarf, and may Unrèa be with you!"
Legolas tossed Glorfindel one of his white handled knives, "May he be with us all!"
"Whoever he is." the Elf-Lord winked.
Treehugger, how could I not have Glorfindel in there? He is the second best Elffy in the whole wide Ea!!!
Tenshiamanda, I just realized that you wrote the Mirkwood pranks!!! Slow on the uptake... I love that story, and I see you also have a sequel to it... Yay!!!
Dance for Life. Chapter 4.
Glorfindel rolled to his feet the instant his captors threw him down. The prospects were not good. After all, they where more than a thousand feet up, on a cliff ledge, and the only way down was by flying.
Gimli had raced to Legolas' side the moment he was able, and was heartened to see that although the Elf was pale from blood loss, he did not seem to be experiencing any poisoning, nor did he seem to be endanger of dying. The long claw tracks that marred his chest, and arms where scabbed over, and seemed to be clean.
Glorfindel, leaning over Gimli's shoulder agreed with the observation, and deemed that only time would mend the Prince completely. He then turned his attention the fourth occupant of the ledge.
His black hair clung to his damp forehead, and his skin was pale beneath its, obviously natural swarthy-ness. He looked to be just slightly shorter than Legolas, but he had a gangly appearance, as of one who has reached his full height, but not his full breadth, or is still growing very quickly. Blood stained his tunic, which was rent in many places, and his scabbard was empty, but there was a battle axe strapped to his back.
Gimli had stumped to the edge of the ledge and was looking down at another larger outcropping. Gathered on the ledge where about fifty or sixty of the monsters that had captured them. They seemed to be painfully thin humans, standing anywhere from six to eight feet in height, but they had the coloring of rocks, ranging from almost whites to almost black colors. They did not seem to have any hair, but their eyes were chilling, they where the same color as the creature's skin, and shaped as an insects are, many faceted and bulbous. Their wings seemed to be a strange cross between that of a bat and that of a butterfly. As Gimli puzzled as to how those ridicules looking wings would be able to fly, he aided Legolas in slowly sitting up.
Glorfindel turned with a smile "Well, your Highness, I see you have decided not to visit Mandos' Halls. I can assure you that if we ever get home, Valinor is a much nicer place than Mandos' is." The Prince of Mirkwood smiled at the Elf-Lord's attempted humor. "Look here, Son of Gloin, perhaps, when our young friend decides to awaken he will lend you the axe he carries, for I have never known an Elf to fight with such a weapon."
"That would be a great relief, my Lord!" Gimli looked hopefully at the still form, as if expecting the Elf to jump to his feet instantly, and give the Dwarf the weapon. "How I wish I had been carrying my axe last night."
Legolas looked startled and then laughed, "It was only last night we sang so merrily was it not. I feel like I have live ages since that time."
Glorfindel nodded, "As do I, my friends, as do I."
"As do you what?" The thick, harshly accented voice came from the ground at the Elf-Lord's feet. Startled all three companions looked down at the semi-conscious Elf in amazement. "I'm almost positive I did not grow a third eye, nor a second nose. But were are we? What has happened." The sharp edge of his voice seemed to grate on the Elves' ears even though the language was their own, and the Elven language is very beautiful. Struggling mightily he managed to sit up only when Glorfindel put out a gentle hand and aided him in the act.
"We do not know where we are, we were attacked and carried here by those things," Gimli shoved his thumb over his shoulder, downward, toward the second ledge where their captors were.
"You were captured as we were being flown here." Glorfindel added.
"Oh. Right. I'm Saru." The Elf was twisting this way and that, as best he could, obviously trying to determine the amount of damage he had sustained. "Do you know how far they carried us? Which mountain range we're in?"
"We were carried for several hours, at least." Glorfindel answered. The three companions were hoping this stranger would answer some of their questions, including 'where are we?'. "I am Glorfindel, and my companions are Legolas and Gimli." he added.
Saru sat still and stared at Gimli in amazement. "They captured a Dwarf?" He asked, amazed, "Pantorii never capture Dwarves, they are terrified of them!"
"Those creatures are 'Pantorii'?" Legolas asked quickly.
"Oh, yes, and personally I think the name suits them, but you do not speak the Guynyan language do you. Most of our kindred do not. It means 'mis-born' or 'mis-begotten'." He glared out onto the horizan, then sighed.
Glorfindel raised an eyebrow at the Elf, it was becoming more and more obvious to the Elf-Lord that Saru was only a child. "What bothers you, young one?" He asked quietly.
"Only the fact that I have been proven wrong again. Nikinan said 'Do not stray off too far' and 'You are not yet capable of looking after yourself in these lands, many would seek to harm one of your kind.'" Saru slapped a nearby rock, "I am so tired of being babysat."
The companions exchanged a look over the youngster's head. Obviously he still needed to be babysat, but then maybe so did they. "So, what land are we in?" Gimli asked him.
"Thyatira!" Saru looked at them as if they had to be completely out of their minds not to know that. Then he binked, "Oh. You mean who holds these lands?"
Gimli looked uncertain as to whow to answer, but the young Elf kept talking. "Well, I am not completely sure about right here, but the Orcish Bastion is farther north in this range, if what you say is true, sir, and we were nor carried longer than several hours." He cast his brown eyes toward Glorfindel. "The Elven Kingdom of Salatori is east in the great wood you can see in the far distance."
"Only and Elf can see that far." Grumbled the son of Gloin.
"And..." the lad's voice trailed off, when a deep bellow was raised from the ledge below. "Oh no! They have decided to kill us.. they must have..." Saru looked petrified.
"Give me that axe you carry upon your back, youngster!" Gimli yelled "We'll not go down with out a fight."
Saru spun to his knees, "Unbuckle it, Dwarf, and may Unrèa be with you!"
Legolas tossed Glorfindel one of his white handled knives, "May he be with us all!"
"Whoever he is." the Elf-Lord winked.