Dragon's Rage
By Youkiyra Solar alias Krystal Fox
Krystal Fox: I do not own any of Tolkien's writings only my original characters are mine.
Sorry for taking so long in updating but I got wrapped up in another story and my school work has gotten a little behind so I have had to catch up with it or (does cutting motion) I am dead. Plus I have had to go through giving a speech that I didn't want to give, hearing that my best friend's mom is going to have another baby, get funds for traveling and well…You can see the point I have been very busy.
Here's the Update…
Chapter 12 WARS!
Kakia stood there frozen she knew those eyes, there were eyes that played with her when you was only 3 years old. It couldn't be!
The balrog smiled this was what he was waiting for taking advantage of he moment raised his fiery sword ready to destroy her. When a blond blur tackled the dragoness and a darker head threw a dagger at him and watched it embed itself in his sword arm. Time seemed to freeze………………
Kakia was thrown to the ground as a fiery sword went to the exact area where her head had been. Legolas pulled her up and standing beside her whispered, "Looks like we are in this together now."
Now that the Balrog (No his name is not worthy to be written anymore, if you want to know it you will have to go back a few chapters and find it.) saw them all he was ready for them all.
"So are you trying to have suicide?" he asked the two men behind Kakia.
Kakia glared up at the Uncle that she had once so laughed, adored and played with. Everything had changed, the rules were new, and everything was different. Now was the time and she wouldn't let it happen again. EVER! Her eyes hardened and she looked at the others and smiled.
"When I say, we fight!"
Legolas and Estel looked at first surprised at this change of attitude then both faces changed and turned into war faces, ready for battle. Blood and gore.
Immobile they looked up at an impossible enemy, each one felt that no matter what they would bring this fiend down and he would forever suffer, in the eternal abyss, with Morgoth. They would do it even if it meant their untimely deaths. It would be worth it….
Far away the wind was stirred into hurricane type storms by hundreds of thousands of flying beasts of the air. Ones that had been thought long dead, who weren't the greedy dragons you read about but peaceful ones who had been riled into action. These dragons gathered from far and near, in the most unlikely places joined together to fight against a foe that they were going to get rid of completely. For they had lost one too many dragons that were dear to their hearts for their liking and they were going to put a stop to it. Once and for all.
A blue dragon was at the front of the flying procession and looked the fiercest, like just looking at you would kill you. Maybe it would, I wouldn't suggest trying it, and you just might die from fright.
His eyes were searching for one thing and seemed to not find it, he was going to die if he found her dead too, it would kill him to have to suffer through a third death. And many others might not survive if she was dead either, and the valor would have their valorian dragons back once again.
Nacheska woke she had finished her call a little while a go, and she felt a change in the air, something was happening,
Whispering to Ellandan said, "Ellandan," he woke and jumped looking worried, "Something is happening, be prepared for anything, even instant death." She started to cough and red color tinted her lips. She was dying from the inside out.
Ellandan looked at her in amazement, she should be dead but this dragoness was still alive and breathing.
"Please don't talk, it will help you stay…here longer."
Ellandan shivered this reminded him way too much of what happened to his mother. It was so painful to remember that his mother decided to leave Middle Earth because of how painful it was to be there and live out her nightmares again and again.
Nacheska looked at him concerned, "I know when I will die, and it is not now. Till then don't worry." She smiled. Then tipped her head to one side, "what do you hear?"
"Many thuds of feet." Ellandan rose and went to the door, peeking out, saw that the normally full halls were empty and there were maybe only 1-2 orcs on guard.
"That's strange, there seem to be no orcs anywhere. They must be leaving to go somewhere."
The two exchanged looks that did not mean anything good. "They are going somewhere?" Nacheska repeated, "I can only think that they go to do destruction and chaos, the road to that of what Morgoth would do to this precious earth."
They sat in silence hoping that whatever mischief they were up to they would be stopped.
Heading south, over 5,000 orcs marched, they were out to destroy and kill. They were headed south, to the human villages to completely decimate them. They were created to kill and destroy and they were all headed out to carry out this mission and start a war that wasn't supposed to start for many years yet. (Clue: this is supposed to only happen when Aragon then comes to Gondor. The return of the king and such.)
The head dragon made a sound (dragon talk) to the others and they all hovered in the wind, soon they all started a roar that seemed to become a like a war chant throbbing, throbbing, like a Runic Rhyme in time, echoing over and over, spreading across the land announcing their presence to everyone everywhere.
Far in the south, two little boys were playing with their father and mother beneath the tree of Gondor and they heard a distant hum. "Denethor what is that hum?" The other little boy shrugged, "Maybe it's some noise of those irritating little dwervey (dwarves) finally coming back and they are coming through the rock!"
"Let's go find them!" they Laughed and went running off.
Closer to the north, Dale and Mirkwood felt the vibrations of the calls and shivered, whoever was at the receiving end of that call would surely receive death.
The orcs shivered and picked up their pace they felt like they had become the hunted instead of the hunters.
Thranduil and Elrond stood at the entrance of the cave and looked across the valley wondering what that strange sound could be? It was eerie and strange. It gave each of them comfort for it seemed that the call was not meant to frighten them but to scare something else.
"I wonder when out children will return?" Thranduil said softly.
Elrond looked up tears in his eyes, "I don't know I just pray that they will return in good health and living."
Thranduil nodded, what more could a father ask for when his child would be returning from home than health and happiness.
Deep in the caverns of the cave Elohir and Glorfindel were checking cells, they were doing a poor job of finding ellandan and Nacheska. But they were trying. They found many things that were near death and many that frightened them both because of how strange they looked.
"I wonder exactly where they hid him." Elohir said looking at the dripping walls and the blood and guck layered floor.
Glorfindel said "Well I have noticed one thing, it seems that there is no guards anywhere in this area, all we have to do is keep looking at pray to the Valor that no guard will come by."
The twin nodded and they continued trudging through the guck and peeking into cells whispering Ellandan's name at the door and looking for any sign that he was near, or signs that a dragoness also had been nearby.
Room upon room, corner, hallway, cave entrance they continued, it was starting to get the sleepy boringness of an impossible task when they both heard it, loud hard foot steps trudging up the path towards them and no way at all to escape the onslaught of what was coming.
Glorfindel prepared his sword and Elohir grabbed out his bow and arrows and loosened his sword from the sheath.
The shadow became shadows till three figures became visible; two cave trolls and an orc.
"Oh valor no!" Glorfindel thought, "It had to be trolls, why me, why me?"
The battle began almost instantly, these beings were smarter than the dumb and witless ones they had fought in the past and seemed to be getting the upper hand.
Almost immediately the orc died because of Elohir's arrow, then after several arrows been fired at the trolls elohir realized he was going to have to start helping in hand to hand against these monsters.
Within minutes both elves were loosing their advantage.
Glorfindel jabbed his small knife into the troll's leg and twisted it as he moved pulling it out and stabbing again. This troll did not appreciate being stabbed by an elvish blade. He grabbed up the offending elf and now holding Glorfindel feet above the ground smashed him to the ground and prepared to jump onto him. Glorfindel blinking the stars away quickly saw the receding feet upon him quickly rolled out of the way and jumped to his feet ignoring the fact that in the fall to the ground his knife had accidentally stabbed his own arm on the decent.
Elohir was in a jiffy himself. He was dodging the thrusts of the other trolls spear. He finally did a daring move after jumping around like a Mexican jumping bean avoiding the frying pan.
Elohir ran full throttle at the troll and stabbing him used the knife to climb the troll and get upon his shoulders, while he was going up brought his knife and stabbed the troll in the eyes, causing a loud and ear shattering scream to start as the troll blindly tried to murder the elf who just had taken his eyes out.
Glorfindel distracted by the noise turned and lost his contact in fighting the enemy. That moment was vital, as he turned he barely saw it, a huge hand slapping hard. Glorfindel's face was hit hard in the opposite direction and blood and spittle went everywhere, before his eyes he saw stars again and he felt his hot body make contact with the floor and then he knew no more.
Elohir now moving on adrenaline went and stabbed the screaming troll into the heart. He had to for Glorfindel was going to get killed if he didn't do something and quick.
He jumped off of the now dead weight and went running over to other two. The troll had just put his foot upon Glorfindel's chest and was pushing, Elorhir unconsciously winced as he heard the crack of a rib. That did it. He went charging forward and attacked like a rabid elf. His eyes if you could imagine it should have been red for all the hate that was in it. Elohir was not going to loose another elf to the evils of Morgoth and Sauron. He was going to fight to the death to keep them all and he would do it too.
Within seconds this troll was falling on his back dead. A sword protruding from his heart.
Elohir rushed to Glorfindel and listened for his heartbeat. He heard a loud thumping and sighed, Glorfindel was living.
In the silence of the hallway he heard a quiet voice, "what happened?"
Then another, "I don't know I will go see."
Elohir could have died right there from happiness, he recognized his brother's voice.
"ellandan, is that you?" rising he looked through some bars into a dingy cell. Elohir's face was met with a mirror image of his twin, though it was dirty and tired looking they both smiled.
"In my heart I knew you would come, in my head it said I was dead, please get us out of here and quick. Nacheska is dying from poisoning, we might still have a chance to stop it and heal her." Ellandan said with great joy in his voice.
A soft voice behind him asked, "Who is there Ellandan? What has happened?"
Ellandan stepped aside and Elohir saw a beautiful red haired young lady lying on the floor with red stains all over her and an exhausted look on her face.
"I have come to get both of you out." He then lowered himself to the lock and began to pick it, thanking all the powers above that he had taught himself to pick locks even if it was in midnight excursions to the in cellar to steal old wine.
Flash back:
Elohir crept towards the kitchen, he was now going to try out his learned trade with lock picking and see if it was work all those long hot hours in the locksmith's work house. He got to the door and knelt down, there in front of him was an old lock that hadn't been unlock since a little after rivendale had been founded. That wine was going to taste like heaven if he could just get to it!
He took out his pick and began to pick at it. The lock was hard to move and he heard the tumblers starting to move, suddenly he heard a creak! Freezing not knowing what that sound was fearful that it might be his father or twin or Valor forbid Glorfindel who would use this as blackmail against him. He would then be forced to do whatever Glorfindel said to do or he would tell his father who would do more than what the old elf would he would be grounded from hunting, the library and would be forced to sit through the boring meetings in the mornings and evenings as punishment.
He waited then something walked in, it walked over to him and he sighed in relief it was just the kitchen cat that the cook loved to keep around coming in to settle down at the stove for it's heat.
Looking back to the tumblers he heard a click and then the doorknob turned and nearly sang out his joy. Disappearing for a short moment returned in triumph with an old wine bottle of his father's that was now his.
End of flashback.
The click of the door brought him back to the present, opening the door, Ellandan walked out carrying Nacheska because of her many wounds.
Elohir then hurried back to Glorfindel who was now just waking up.
"I swear to the Valor that they sent me back that I might live a life full of pain." He said grumbling holding his side as Elohir helped him to stand up and get walking.
They needed to get out of there quick, who knew when more trolls and orcs would come strolling around. None of them would survive such a catastrophe.
The three elves stepped gingerly around the bodies and started to retrace the steps that Elohir and Glorfindel had taken to get to this cell. Fortunately their mishap fight allowed them to find who they had been looking for.
Up above a battle was beginning.
Further south another was also starting . Who would win? Who would die? What would the costs become?
Krystal fox: I think that I did a very good job for finally updating in like forever! I will try really hard to update again soon. Hopefully my "life" won't get in the way again this time.
