Thank you to my first two reviewers! They were appreciated! Also, the language for Drows I've also taken from Dungeons and Dragons, and I've got an online translator. And can anyone tell me how put on page breaks, cause for the life of me I can't seem to figure it out.
A Tale of Thirteen
Chapter 2- The Journey
Slyan was walking toward the stables, where they were keeping her Saber. Sabers were a species similar to what we would call tigers. There were different subspecies of saber, from the snow-favoring frostsaber, to the cave-dwelling inksaber. Slyan's was an inksaber, named Renor. His fur was black as night, with eyes blue as the sea. He had large ears and large paws. A Hobbit would only be as tall as his rump, never mind his head. The Elves caring for the animals in the stables didn't know quite what to make of him. Or feed him.
Slyan arrived at the stables. Upon arriving arriving at her friend's stall, Slyan was met with a death glare, followed closely by a growl. Slyan stifled a giggle. "Vrine'winith nindel! Ol zhahus naut uns'aa nindel morfel dos alu wun gaer." (Stop that! It was not me that made you go in there.) Renor rolled his eyes at her. Slyan rolled her eyes and sent up to a stablehand. "Find a saddle that fits him, okay?" she requested.
"R-right away, miss," the clearly on edge boy said.
Slyan clapped her hands together loudly. "Chop chop!" she told him. He yelped and ran out of the stable. Slyan gave a malicious chuckle.
"You shouldn't startle the Elflings," said a voice behind her. Slyan turned around quickly. It was Atarimae, the Draenei.
"I was only having a bit of a laugh. Don't act like you can boss me around," Slyan told her angrily.
"We are in a war. You need not make the Drows any more enemies than they already have," Atarimae instructed her sternly. The Drow glared at her.
"I know that, but that doesn't mean I can't have any fun," with that, Slyan turned back around and walked down the stable. "AAAHHH!" she screamed when a loud blaring assaulted her ears. She inched to the side and turned her head. There was an elephant-like creature with its trunk reared, clearly about to produce that glass-shattering noise again. At first Slyan's face was blank. Her face contorted into a terrified expression, and she took off running, the elekk's noise following her.
Atarimae, grinning walked up to the elekk. "Good boy..." she cooed as she petted his neck.
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All of the journeyers were assembled at some sort of gate, with Lord Elrond and a host of other Elves before them. All of the journeyers, that is, except Slyan and Atarimae. The Elves were chatting amongst themselves while they waited for the other two. They silenced themselves when Atarimae came into view... with an elephant thing at her side. Those present gaped.
"What is the meaning of this?" Boromir demanded.
"This is my trusted companion and friend, Akane. He is an elekk. And he's going whether you like it or not," Atarimae informed him.
"This... beast... will only hinder our quest. Doubtless this thing will be noticed by our enemies," Boromir argued.
"You are bringing a horse. What difference does an elekk make? He will be able to carry some of our packs, and the Hobbits can ride him if they get too weary," the Draenei pointed out.
"We have the horse for that!" Boromir shouted, knowing her was losing the argument.
"But Akane is more valuable than an old horse," Atarimae smirked.
"And how would a beast such as this fare victorious in battle?" Boromir inquired, his arms crossed.
"Did you not notice those sharp things protruding from his head? Those are called tusks. He can stab things with them if need be. And he can kick things and stomp things," Atarimae explained, as if speaking to a small child. Boromir fumed silently, knowing he was beaten.
"Now that that's settled, where-" Lord Elrond began. He was cut off by a squeal.
"Wait for me!" the voice came from behind Elrond. He turned around and saw Slyan... with a big, fluffy cat. He sighed.
"Another one!?" Boromir shouted. He didn't bother arguing this time, and fumed silently.
"Yes, thank you. And there's nothing you can do to stop it," Slyan stuck her tongue out at him.
"Um... are you sure that thing isn't going to eat us?" Pippin asked. Slyan looked at him.
"The 'thing' has a name; Renor. And he will not attack anyone unless I tell him to," the Drow said. Renor let out an indignant growl. "Or if he really wants to," Slyan added. Pippin looked uneasy, but didn't press it further.
Atarimae and Slyan were both dressed in simple traveling clothes, and Annamaria, who sat atop Aragorn's head, was wearing the same clothes she wore upon arrival. Aragorn didn't look to happy, but he was a tolerant man.
All quieted as Elrond spoke, "The Ring-bearer is setting out on the Quest of Mount Doom."
As he spoke, Slyan rolled her eyes and sighed. One of his little speeches again..., she thought.
Elrond continued, "On you who travel with him, no oath nor bond is laid to go further than you will." Slyan snorted, remembering what he'd threatened to do if she didn't come. Elrond looked at her sharply, and she quieted. "Farewell. Hold to your purpose. May the blessings of Elves and Men and all Free Folk go with you."
"The Fellowship awaits the Ring-bearer," Gandalf, who was at the back of the group, said.
"But he's right here!" Annamaria argued. Several eyebrows were raised at her. "Oh, you mean he has to go first! Why didn't you just say 'Frodo goes first'? It has a lot less syllables," Annamaria stated without taking a breath between words.
Gimli chuckled. "Stupid fairy..." Gimli muttered.
"Stupid Dwarf!" Annamaria shot back. Gimli rolled his eyes. Frodo smiled at their little spat and walked out the arches.
"Mordor, Gandalf, is it left or right?" Frodo asked hastily.
"Left," Gandalf answered quietly.
"Yay... the kid doesn't even know where to go..." Slyan muttered to herself. Legolas shot her a dirty look.
On their journey, the Fellowship passed through great valleys walked near large ruins. One the 6th day after they set out for Rivendell, the group was camped out in some old castle ruins, and it was Annamaria's turn for watch. Barak, the centaur, didn't trust her to do it properly and so sat with her.
"I could easily have done this all by myself," Annamaria sulked.
"Your whining isn't convincing me of that," Barak told her, grinning. Just then, Annamaria's ears twitched. She looked up. Her wings sprouted from her back and she soared up into the air.
"Hey, what are you-!?" Barak started, but he shook his head. Legolas got up and approached him.
"What is she doing?" Legolas asked.
"Who knows?" Barak answered. Legolas rolled his eyes. Annamaria dropped into Barak's back, her eyes shining worriedly.
"What is it, what's wrong?" Aragorn, who had also come to see what was going on, asked her.
"A pack of wargs, coming this way! There aren't any orcs with them, though, so I think they're wild and not servants of Sauron," she told them hurriedly, panicking.
Legolas and Barak's eyes hardened. "Wake the others and guard the Hobbits," he told Annamaria. She set off to do her task.
"You would trust a fairy to guard our little companions?" Barak asked him incredulously.
"Despite their small stature, fairies are not without their wiles," Legolas answered evasively as he drew his bow and arrows. Gandalf came blundering into the conversation with the Hobbits and the fairy behind him.
"What has happened?" he asked hurriedly.
Annamaria rolled her eyes. "I just told you, stupid!" she spat at him. Galdalf raised his staff to strike her lightly, but she evaded neatly.
"Wargs, coming this way," Aragorn explained, unsheathing his sword. Slyan and Atarimae walked up, the Draenei holding her naginata and Slyan holding her whip curled in her hand.
"Right on! I've been itchin for a fight!" Slyan exclaimed. The others stared at her at her odd language. "What do you think you're staring at? We got a battle to win!"
The warriors readied themselves as the wargs came into view. Disgusting creatures, obviously not Sauron's toadies.
Slyan cracked her whip and swung as the wargs lunged at the Fellowshippers. Slyan brought up her naginata among the fray, and Barak stylistically twirled his staff. Unfortunately, a few wargs got past them.
Annamaria was with the Hobbits, leading them away from the battle, when she heard the wargs' yips. She span around in midair and floated. "We won't be able to get away..." she said with worry.
"So we fight," Sam put in fiercely. He drew his blade, holding it like an amateur despite his ferocity. The other Hobbits followed his lead.
"Hopefully, you won't need to use those," Annamaria said, raising her hands in front of her. The wargs were withing view, and closing in fast. When they were just a couple feet away, Annamaria brought her arms back and slammed them forward. Several giant thorns darted out of the ground and pierced the wargs, killing them instantly. The Hobbits looked with awe, and just a bit of fear. Annamaria knelt down and slammed her hands into the ground. Immediately, a dome made of fines with some of her thorns mixed in appeared over the group. "That should work," Annamaria, smugly said, panting. Then she fainted.
Elsewhere, most of the wargs had been cut down by the warriors doing their things. When it was all clear, they all stood panting.
"We should go look for the Hobbits," Boromir announced, then went to where they were earlier.
"No, really...?" Slyan mumbled rhetorically. The others nodded their heads and followed.
They trudged on toward where the Hobbits and the Fairy had last been seen. Aragorn studied the ground, picking up their trail. After walking for a few minutes, Renor growled and ran ahead. The warriors followed him.
"Oh my..." Legolas whispered. In front of the group were the bodies of 5 wargs, skewered by giant thorns. A few yards away from the skewered corpses, was a dome made of greenery. Everyone could hear faint voices calling for help. Boromir, Aragorn, and Gimli ran up and started hacking away with their weapons. Atarimae walked up and made mincemeat of the dome with her naginata's blade.
The Hobbits ran up and started talking all at once. Amid the yelling, Gandalf bellowed, "Be quiet!" Immediate silence followed.
Legolas walked over to Annamaria's unconscious form and picked her up gently. "She has used much power..." he told the group.
"She saved us! The wargs were coming, and she made these thorns bolt out of the ground and pierce them dead!" Pippin exclaimed.
"Will she be alright?" the Ringbearer asked.
"She must be really powerful..." Sam said, with just a bit of suspicion in his voice.
"She could be, with practice," Barak told them. "Just this took much out of her. Her kin can accomplish much more using a fraction of the power she used."
Ooohs and Aaahs from the Hobbits followed. Atarimae walked up and took Annamaria from Legolas's arms and perched her on top of Akane.
"Come. We must go now. The sooner we arrive at the Elf city, the better," she told them.
"Yeah, that'll be something..." Slyan mumbled. The thought of a lone Drow in a city full of Elves did not appeal to her.
"Taking orders from women... How embarrassing..." Gimli thought out loud. Slyan smacked him upside the head playfully and ran ahead of the others, giggling.
"Just you wait, witch woman!" Gimli yelled, sprinting after her.
Even Legolas could not suppress a smile and the twinkle in his eyes.
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Yeah, 2nd chapter! Sorry for the wait, but I tend to get sick a lot, I'm a high-school freshmen, and my aunt got diagnosed with cancer so... it's been a wild ride... But I'll try to update more often, just for you guys! Bye bye!