Chapter 1
By: SilverRose82
Elvish Translations:
Amarth (S) doom
Aerin (S) woman who aided Morwen(She-elf's sword)
Lleuva omenta lle amarth. N'ala Anor este. You will meet your doom. Before the sun sleeps
Daro Halt
A.N. I have not forgotten about A Bed of Stars or Concrete Angel my two other Lord of the Rings/Sailor Moon stories. I am however taking a break from them. Stars is coming along slowly and sweetly, I have sections written that need to be "super sized" in a since, they're pretty bare. Angel, I'm just not sure about, I jinxed myself somewhere along the line with that story. I've got papers written for my GW/SM story, Heartless Joy which I have not typed up.
Poll:
Oh yeah, figure out who the she-elf is and then who you want her to go with.
She stood, silently, over looking the people as they worked in the fields. She was the eyes of this small village of no more than thirty or so families. She would have been in the fields with them, helping with the harvest, but she was needed to watch and listen for the dark creatures. Black skinned creatures that had killed some of the families off, leaving only small children that had been able to hid in the smallest cupboard, in hidden cellars. Those children had been taken in by other families, protected and cared for as if they were their own.
The village was extremely close, every birthday was celebrated with a party in the main square that lasted long into the night, Marriages and births were also causes for merriment and joy. Every family had a small garden that they grew vegetables and herbs in while the main fields, they rotated wheat, corn, cotton and certain legumes to keep the soil from dying. They knew little of the world outside of their village, they had no reason to venture out to know of new evils. They were happy to keep their lives as they were, afraid of change. Their only knowledge of new events was of passing messengers or of hunters going out and meeting one of the rangers. Their greatest knowledge came from the wizards, only one still came to their village, they trusted no other as much as he.
Turning back she stared hard into the distance, seeing a lone figure make its way towards the fields, she tensed hoping that she would have to alarm the villagers. A hood hid his face from view, so she could neither tell if he was friend of foe, she hoped he was friend. Backing up she untied her horse, the pure black stallion snorted as he quivered in excitement, mounting him swiftly she grabbed her sword and kicked the stallion in his sides. Galloping through the paths in the field, the villagers looked up in silence to watch her ride past, mothers called to their children, fathers moved to stand before their families.
The figure had heard her approaching, he stood up, pushing his hood from his head as dark brown hair fell around his shoulders. A brown, poorly crafted hunting bow was strung across his back, it however, could do its simple job and nothing fairer was need in its place. Reining in her horse, before the figure she let her eyes study him, figuring if he was friend, casting her gaze into the horizon she could see no other following him. The black stallion pawed at the earth beneath his hooves as he shifted from one side to another.
"I come to this village in search of an elf." the man told her as he glanced up at her, his grey eyes studying her as he awaited her words. She watched him, eyes amused as she shook her head, letting blonde hair fall before her eyes she smiled silently.
"Why would there be an elf in this tiny village? We have no trees." She answered him her silvery blue eyes holding laughter in them as she cocked her head to the side, sizing the man up she nodded once again. Dismounting from her horse in a fluid motion she stared at him, her height not much taller then him.
"The Lady of the Golden Woods says that an elf of great strenght and power lives within this small village." He answered, knowing that who he searched for was standing before him. Her inner glow radiated off her, her hair and eyes were coloured differently from those of man. She smiled at him sercretively, patting the horse on his neck she just laughed.
"You are foolish to think, that an elf of my breed would come at the bidding of the Lady Galadriel, the Lords Celeborn, Elrond, and King Thranduil. My people were banished by them at the beginning of the second age, we were the dark elves, banished for our different beliefs. They are dead, I am the last of my kin, why would I assist elves that caused my race to die?" she told him, her eyes dying of their strength and never ending love. She stared at him blankly, her face monotoned as she awaited his words, words from the elven lords that would sway her, make her assist them. "Tell them, that I care naught, what happens to their world. I have no wish to share words with a witch."
"The people of Middle Earth will be enslaved, the lands would turn black from the dark powers that threaten us." He argued his eyes landing on the villagers standing in the field, watching them waiting for any sign from the she-elf before him.
"They should have thought of that before they broke bonds." She spat, her years living with man had taught her many emotions that elves seldom used or knew they had, her eyes flashed dangerously the way elven eyes do when they are angered. "Why should I leave a village that I have spent most all of my summers at, this small village has been around since before Sauron began his cursades. I have lived with the decendence of the family that took me in, I shall not leave the family I have come to know as my own for a war that should have been finished years ago."
"Why do you turn your back on your people?" he asked glancing at her, seeing her anger build greatly at his foolish and unthought of words.
"My people, I turn no back onto my people, I turn my back onto elves. Foolish ones who think that with years great feuds can be forgotten. Take these words back to you're witch, No aid shall reach her, I give no aid to fools." She glanced over at him, before turning to mount her horse, reining the horse around she kicked him in his sides, the two galloped off through the field before stopping to be surrounded by the men. No questions were asked as she glanced at each farmer, she gave no verbal words. But they knew, knew that the figure in the far nothern corner could not harm them. Turning back they began working once more in the fields.
She watched as the figure stared at her, turning around he slowly began to make his trek back from where he had come. Her horse nickered as he wandered off to graze, pulling at the newly sprouting blades. Looking towards the ground she watched as Camma ran over to her, leaving the garden to hug her older sister, the ten year old smile brightly as she begged for a tale of the first of her family, Eowirethien, the only mother that the elf remembered. She was shooed off with promised of a tale after supper.
That had been several months ago, the she-elf sighed as she mounted Amarth, the stallion turned his head to nip at her knee, patting his neck she glanced around their makeshift campground. Nothing showed that there had once been anyone there, nodding that no one would be able to follow her, she started Amarth at a walk, so not to leave noticable tracks in the dying grass. Once they were a good many yards off, she kicked Amarth in his sides, the stallion reacted by breaking into a dead sprint, his black coat gleamed in the sunlight as the raced through the Riddlemark.
Reining in Amarth she watched as the Rohirrim appeared before her, glancing at the leader of the group she nodded her head in greeting. He returned her greeting before pulling his helmet off, his dirty blonde hair falling about his shoulders, she cocked her head to the side, blue eyes curious as she watched the riders before her.
"Why do you travel through the Riddlemark, alone?"
"I wish to speak with the king, my home is being destoried, my family had scattered, I ride to Edoras in hopes to speak Theoden King." She told him, her voice soft as she spoke of the troubles that had befallen her lands. The rider before her nodded, placing his helmet back apon his head he motioned for her to join their group even if it were only for a few leagues. A woman riding out on her own was in danger of being attacked no matter her skill.
The ride was long as they crossed over barren plains, yellow grass carpeted the earth as they ran over small hills. Eomer, she had soon found out, the man she rode beside, he was the leader of the band that she rode with. They had been cast from Edoras by Wormtounge weeks prior and had just come from slaying a group of Uruk-hais that had been running towards Isengard.
"Riders of Rohan!" A man called out from behind them, the large company stopped, Eomer rode up to the center of the circle that had been made around the three travelers. He bid the she-elf to follow beside him, pulling her hood over her face she followed silently, Amarth nodding his head, his mane bobbing in the motion as he was halted along side Eomer's horse. "What news from the Mark?"
"What business does an elf, a man, and a dwarf have in the Riddermark? Speak quickly!" Eomer ordered as his dismounted from his chestnut horse, he glared at the three before him. Watching the elf for a moment, he saw that his attention was held elsewhere, turning back to the man he awaited his answers.
Gimli glancing around, sneered up at the Horse Lord he spoke up. "Give me your name, horsemaster, and I shall give you mine." Eomer looked baffled at the the dwarfs words but was quick to advance on Gimli. Speaking menacingly at the dwarf he was meet with an arrow to his throat by the elf, Legolas.
"You would die before your stroke fell!" Legolas spoke in monotone as he held his own chin up, the long broad sword held by the rider that had been beside Eomer was drawn beside his throat. The black stallion the rider sat apon pawed at ground. All eyes were on the elf and Eomer, awaiting to see what either would do in their position.
"You temp to try. My power and speed are greater then yours." She whispered in the elf's mind while the remaining riders brought their spears closer to the three travelers that threatened their leader and friend. Legolas looked unsettled by her words as Aragorn lay his hand on Legolas' arm, telling his friend to lower his threat towards the Horse Lord. They watched in silence at the cloaked rider removed her sword from view, sheathing in its scabbath.
"I'm Aragorn, son of Arathorn. This is Gimli, son of Gloin, and Legolas, from the Woodland realm." He told them as he nodded his head towards each of his friends. Murmurs were heard throughout the riders as they reconized the name of the man before them. "We are friends of Rohan and of Theoden, its King."
"Theoden no longer recognizes friend from foe." Eomer told them sadly, reaching up he slowly removed his helmet. Glancing over at the female rider he saw her nod from under her hood, turning back to face Aragorn he smiled sadly. "Not even his own kin."
There was a silent murmer throughout the group of riders as they raised their spears. The hidden rider apon the black horse suddenly dismounted, walking to stand beside Eomer she studied Aragorn from beneath her cloak. Reaching up Legolas slowly removed the hood from her head. Peircing silverblue eyes gazed at them as she allowed the hood to fall to her neck. Her blonde hair glowed in the morning light as she spun around to face Aragorn.
"This is why you seeked my help those months ago?" she asked him her eyes tearing into his soul, Aragorn glanced away from her eyes to not feel her powerful gaze. She nodded when he refused to answer her question, turning to Eomer she smiled suddenly. "I thank you, good lord, but I ride toward Edoras."
"Stay safe mylady." Eomer bid her as he turned to the three hunters before him, calling out he had to horses brought to him, the chestnut and grey stallions stood proudly if a little sadden for loosing their riders. A path was made out as the woman mounted her stallion, reining up the black horse she gave one last glance in the hunters direction before spinning the stallion around to rush out of the circle of riders.
"I said speak not, Wormtounge. I speak to Theoden King alone. You have no right to speak for him."
"He is ill, I speak for him."
"You bring his illness, with your forked tounge."
"Silence."
"I said speak naught, Wormtounge." There was a rush of wind as torches began to blow out, standing in the place of the once fair golden haired woman was a mystical black haired woman her eyes the same silvery blue that they had always been. Her hair whipped around her as the winds continued to rage against the darker magick in the room. The door behind the group burst open, turning around they saw Gandalf standing beside a fair elf, a dwarf and a man of great strenght. Grima cried out in anger at Hama for not taking away Gandalf's staff. The dark haired elf turned back to Wormtounge, her eyes turned icy as she glared hatefully at him.
"All dark elves were killed by Sauron, how can there still be a dark elf in Middle Earth?" Grima cried out as he watched the black haired woman laugh suddenly, her voice soft compaired to her shockingly dark and evil looking features. She cocked her head to the side as she peered to her side, the elf had moved to stand beside her, he gave her a slight nod which only seemed to anger her more.
"There was one elf that was able to get away from that attack." She told him, hatred laced throughout her voice as she glared at black haired man that was standing beside the sickly King of Rohan, her hair whipped around her cloaked body. Gandalf stared silently at the female elf that he had known to be the daughter of Reonry and Eowirethien, the only person to know the full history of the Dulduril family and the creation of the Alcatas village. Glancing over at his elven companion he saw confusion pass over the elf prince's face.
"Take her!" Wormtounge cried out, he knew that she may have been young when her family had been killed but Moriquendi knew how to perform high power spells almost from birth. Those who had not followed Melkor to become the first orcs had gone into the realms about Mirkwood and Fangorn. But there was another thing that he knew, she would not help the company with Gandalf, as long as the male elf stayed well within his company.
The guards glanced at Wormtounge, then back at the she-elf, the one that displayed her powers openly. Hama glanced at the others, they knew who she was and would not attack or restrain her, they would not be able even if they tried. They could have over powered her if they grouped up on her, but she had healed most if not all the men in the room after battles to keep out wargs and orcs. Grima glanced around watching the mutany happen before him, no a single guard moved towards the raven black haired woman, her blue eyes held laughter and amusment in them as she glanced at the helpless man before her.
"It appears you are bit late, Grima Wormtounge, half of these men in this room have been healed by me at some point in their life. They return their graditute, it appears, now." She told him as she cocked her head to the side, her waist length hair falling off of her shoulders as she did so. Most stared as the raven hair slowly lost it's black glimmer as it fell in waves, turning back to the pale sun touched blonde hair.
"You are free to leave, however, your village will recive no assistance." Grima told her smugly as the dark elf glared at him. Her eyes flashed dangerously in the light that filtered in from the windows around the room. The nobles in the room turned to glance at Grima in confusion as Ewoyn tried to rush before the advisor of her uncle. Aragorn halted her steps as he watched the elf before him, she peered at Grima in a dead stance, her eyes vaccant as she seemed to rock from side to side.
"Lleuva omenta lle amarth. N'ala Anor este." She whispered before lifting her cloak to cover her face. Spinning around she quickly made her way towards the doors that seperated her from the outside world. Her black cloak billowed out around her as she made her way slowly past the hunters and wizard. She nodded in Gandalf's direction before passing the other three without so much as a glance.
"Daro!"
There will be another short story coming up soon that will be a sad LotR/Sm story, written in thought of one of my best friends who attemped to end her life on the 27th.
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