As A Dream
Written by: Kbartlez
Disclaimer/ I do not own Tolkien's characters. I do however own this stories race of wood nymphs.
Arrival on the wind
The trees whispered to her as she walked, each one mocking her perilous journey. Her tunic and skirt had snagged several times on the branches and shrubs. She hadn't been walking long. And in fact she didn't even know why she was walking. In many ways, it made sense. She was afraid of what she was going to do, and wanted to postpone it a bit longer. But in other ways she wanted to be over and done with it now.
Deciding that this tree was a good enough place to stop for the night, she began climbing the might oak. Its branches seemed to welcome her into their boughs. She immediately felt at home in the swaying oak's limber branches. When she reached a dense area of foliage she expertly folded the trees limbs into a small nest creating a much longed for nid. Tying it with a piece of rope she curled up into a ball and was sleeping in seconds.
As the dawn began stretching above the trees, Rire awoke. A renewed sense of strength flowed through her and she immediately took mist form. Soaring to the tops of the trees she wove in and out of the branches playing with the birds and poking fun at the Ents. She felt wonderful. Then she remembered. She had a duty, and she couldn't waste time floating around the forest. She took one more glance around her beloved forest and winged away towards the forest of Mirkwood.
It was a long flight; longer than Rire had expected. She had to stop numerous times to drink water and eat what little provisions she had packed. When she finally reached Mirkwood she was forced to rest on its borders. She lighted into the nearest tree and sat down. Rire was so exhausted she was asleep before she could create a nid…
It was long after nightfall when she awoke. The moon shed a pure silver light across the forest as she stretched her arms above her head. Her only thoughts were of how perfect it was to creep into the castle and finish off the prince. But that would be much too easy. Only a long suffering would satisfy Rire. She misted and took flight.
Wood nymphs, when misted, are perceived by those around them as a soft mist, usually colored depending on the nymph, but really it is only a trick. A special magic create a soft flow around them as they float or fly. A nymph has wings, the same color as their mist, which allows them this luxury.
Rire's soft green glow swirled around her and tickled her senses and her green wings fluttered appreciatively. As Rire flew her hair spun around her and she relished the feeling. For so long the humans forbade them to fly or mist and ordered them to relocate into the white city. Rire hated humans, but even more she loathed Elves. Their contempt and lack of care for those around them made her sick. It seemed to her that the Elves had let their immortal lives go to their heads. Although Nymphs lived for centuries, they were by no means immortal.
It wasn't a long flight through the woods but when Rire reached the woodland realm she was very tired. She flew over the barricades and into the courtyard. There were no elves stirring yet save for a few guards who dismissed her as a mere glimmer of light. She flew over a balcony and lighted onto the floor. There was a bed in the first room she came upon and there was no one in it.
"Perfect" she whispered and practically collapsed onto the extravagant bed. The sheets were made of silk, and the pillows of the softest down. Her last thought before falling asleep was that she was in heaven. Rire was asleep before her head hit the pillows.
Author's note Sorry that this chapter is basicly pretty boring but i needed to introduce a bit more of rire's character....and more about the nymphs.....please review....i'm desperate! kinda...love to all my readers 'Kbartlez'