I felt so bad about going on vacation without my computer that I just had to write one last chapter for you before I go. Thanks to IwishChan and Elven Bunny for reviewing. You all get ice cream! Anyways, here is the eleventh chapter (wow! eleventh already? that's a lot), hope you guys like it. Please review at the end!
Shiri'tel Leader
Tári, still unconscious, rode on Tunidel while Aragorn, Legolas, Elladan, and Elrohir followed him on foot. They were on their way to the home of the Shiri'tel tribe and they were going to visit its leader to ask for advice about the stolen sword.
They followed Tunidel for several hours. At one point Tári woke up and muttered something, but she was out again by the time Legolas had reached her side. Finally Tunidel stopped walking.
I must swear you all to secrecy, he projected to them all, waking up Tári in the process.
They nodded. Tári slipped off his back and went to stand by Legolas, who she knew was the nicest, to her at least, of the bunch.
Do you all solemnly swear that you will tell no other living person, man, elf, or dwarf, about the location I am going to bring you too?
They all murmured their agreements and Tunidel restarted to walk in the direction of his home. They passed through curtains of ivy, fields full of marigolds and buttercups, and mountainous areas that were treacherous to climb.
We're here, projected Tunidel. They group walked around a large rock, blocking their view and they saw a waterfall creating a lake and thick, tall trees hiding it all from view. In the circle of trees there was a gigantic circular pasture, with at least a two mile radius.
"It's beautiful," murmured Tári. The others nodded their agreement, stunned into silence.
Follow me, said Tunidel.
He led them to a far corner of the pasture, (A/N: since when do circles have corners?) And neighed a loud neigh to call the other spirit steeds to the meeting place.
A large, dapple grey mare walked up to Tunidel and greeted him by nuzzling his nose. Tairdre, it is good to see you again. Nobody has seen you since the day those elves carted you off because you went too far away from home. She projected, unknowingly, for all to hear. Her manner suddenly changed. Who are they? Tairdre, what have you done? The elven folks do not belong here.
Mother, said the steed known to the other spirit beings as Tairdre, but known to the group of two-legged creatures as Tunidel, they mean no harm. I've brought them here. Do you know, where is Lairgeht? We have a need of advice from him.
Tunidel's mother stamped her hoof. Lairgeht is dead, she said quietly. He was killed in an ambush. Many things have happened since you were gone. The group of our beings split into two different groups. The ones loyal to Lairgeht and the ones who plotted against him. In a desperate attempt to reunite the groups, Lairgeht himself went to speak to the leader of the rebels. He was murdered on the spot. Luckily, the loyalist group was able to kick out the group of rebels. They've gone to seek another spot to live and will never set foot in here again. I hear they went in the direction of what the two-leggeds call Mordor.
"That indeed is bad news," said Aragorn, bowing lowly to Tunidel's mother. The other 'teo-leggeds' followed suit. "Tell us, please, did the loyalists elect a new leader?"
My name is Maindiea. We do indeed have a new leader, but he is not nearly as wise as Lairgeht. Tairdre, I believe that you know him. He is called Kilorpitas.
Tunidel jumped in the air, scaring the elves and man. He always wished to be an important being. Now he is the most important of all. Legolas looked at Tunidel quizzically. He was my best friends. Mother, where are my manners. These are my friends. Aragorn, the man, Tari, the lady elf, Legolas, the blonde elf, and Elladan and Elrohir, the dark haired elves.
As each persons name was called they stepped up and bowed to Maindiea. It is nice to meet you all. Please, follow me, I will bring you to Kilorpitas.
The group, which looked quite strange in the land of the spirit horses, traipsed across the field and over to a small nook near to the waterfall.
Who goes there? asked a fairly small, purely black horse.
Lord Kilorpitas, said Maindeia, lowering her head. The others bowed once more. I've brought to you needers of advice.
"My name is Aragorn," said Aragorn, stepping up and bowing once more to Kilorpitas. "This is Legolas, Tári, Elladan, and Elrohir. We are in dire need of assistance. With us is Tairdre, known to us as Tunidel, he is our guide, and he will explain to you our predicament."
Kilorpitas looked at Tunidel, his eyes not recognizing the familiar face in front of him. Tunidel quickly explained what had happened with the sword and asked what to do. When he was finished, Kilorpitas looked at Tári and laughed, which sounded like snorting.
Once done laughing, he said, The sword is dangerous. It should be destroyed. Bring it to the elves of Imladris and have them cast it into the forge. Create a new sword out of it. It shall be named Jainlet, or the Sword of Fire. This sword will lead it's people, those loyal to the elves, in a victory that none will forget. With that said he would say no more.
Tunidel and the others bade farewell to all the spirit horses that they had met and made for Rivendell, to talk with Lord Elrond about what Lord Kilorpitas had said., and to plan a way to recover the sword.
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