Chapter 4 Through the forests into the marshes to Weathertop we go!
As the first rays of the dawning sun broke through the palisades and into the windows of Bree. It shined on a mismatched group of people in various stages of sleep in the cramped room. The brothers Strider and Ysmir lightly dozing on chairs near the window, Hunter of Avalar sitting on a third chair also dozing lightly with his sword lay across his lap next to the door, Sparx the dragonfly snoring as loudly as his small body can in a small empty candlestick, The hobbits slept soundly in one bed while Spyro and Cynder still in their human forms were in the other bed snuggled against eachother in a deep sleep. Ysmir awoke first stretching and smiling softly at the two young adult lovers before grinning maniacally like a certain daedric prince and blasts on a old warhorn waking up everyone in the room if not in the entire inn while he laughed like a prankster schoolboy.
"Dammit Ysmir don't do that!" exclaimed a annoyed Strider while the two disguised dragons groggily looked at eachother before they scooted at least a foot away and taking a great interest at their respective wall all the while blushing madly.
"You know if you two lovebirds don't want to wait any longer I am a official priest of Mara the Divine of marriage and can make you both mates before we leave Bree." said Ysmir teasingly as the dragons blushed harder.
"Brother help get the hobbits and their friends packed up while I get their ponies readied for the travel to Imladris." said Strider as he got up from his chair and prepared to open the door opened the door.
"Well then we should get some breakfast." said Sam as he got out of bed
"We won't be having breakfast." said Strider as he checked around outside of the room for eavesdroppers gaining dismayed looks and glares from the hobbits.
"But we need our breakfast!" exclaimed Sam as he glared at Strider's back
"The hobbits are right brother. You go get the horses ready and I'll get everyone some breakfast." said Ysmir as he finished packing the last bag
"Fine then brother." said Strider gruffly as he left the room leaving a grinning Ysmir looking at his young charges "Now that the king of grouches is busy let's get some grub in our bellies." he said as he led their group down the stars to the main bar where they were met with a angry looking Barliman.
"Ysmir you owe me alot of money for those three rooms and for the beds and for the window!" he yelled his round and chubby face red with anger until a massively fat coin purse was put in his hand
"Two hundred Septims for all four rooms, five hundred for my brother and I staying here for the past month and three hundred for all of the ale I consumed." said Ysmir as he added twenty-five more septims into the innkeeper's other hand "And that is for today's breakfast. Bacon, sausages, eggs, and plenty of apples!" he said as he sat down with the hobbits and avalarians.
"Now my young disguised friends after last night's adventure I have decided to tell you both more about your heritages." Ysmir said as he looked over at the entire room and saw only a couple of lizardmen and a haradrim man eating in the same room as them.
"What do you mean Ysmir? We only met you yesterday but you claim that you know about our heritages like you are a friend?" Cynder asked suspicious about their new companion.
"Then young dragoness let me reiterate that. Both you and Spyro are considered nobility in the eyes of dragons especially the Dov." said Ysmir as he drank his ale
"How? Cynder and I only killed Malefor and stopped the world from being destroyed two years ago. How can dragons see us as royalty?" Spyro asked
"Because my purple friend you personally killed the last purple dragon and thus in dragonic tradition that makes you the dragon lord of Avalar while Cynder is the daughter of a Ardaian dragonlord." said Ysmir shocking everyone at their table
"Wait wait wait you mean to say that Purple boy and evil she-dragon over here are like a king and princess?" Sparx asked
"Precisely insect and I am their overlord since I slew the firstborn of Akatosh: Alduin the world eater. I will regale my tale once we reach Imladris and not until then. Now I believe we won't be able to reach Avalar nor the Withered Heath until this problem with the dark lord is finished. And while we head to our destination three of my friends will join us once we leave this town." said Ysmir as their food and surprisingly enough Strider came to their table
"The wraiths had inside help. All of the horses and ponies have run off including that damned nag of yours." he said as he roughly sat down onto the bench.
"For starters brother Shadowmere is not a nag he is the finest stallion in the entire world even beating those stuck up mereas that you, Gandalf and every rohirrim awe and gasp in admiration for. Secondly if he's missing from his stall then he's out gathering all of those milkdrinking pieces of dogmeat then." said Ysmir proudly as he tore into his bacon
"He is a nag for all of the torment he caused me." Strider argued
"You thought he was a wraith's horse"
"He bit my...well rump"
"You were hiding a apple in that pocket."
"He ruined my gear by urinating on it."
"You called him ugly and you got off easy. I was fined ten thousand septims for the entire garrison of Morthal getting injuries from him just because one of em called him a ugly mare." said Ysmir as the rest of their group snickered at their childish argument.
"Anyways brother have you found a pack pony that we can buy?" asked Ysmir
"Not yet Merry and Sam will buy us one while we buy supplies for the trip." said Strider.
"Sure and so you can buy your drugs." said Ysmir cheekily
"Athelas and pipeweed are not drugs brother one is for calming the nerves while the other is to heal wounds. Besides you told me you drank that Skooma stuff and told me it's a very addictive drug." Strider said annoyed
"True. But only milk drinkers got hallucinations from Skooma while I enjoy it like mead." said Ysmir as he finished his meal.
As they left the inn they went their separate ways: Merry and Sam went to see if they can buy a pack pony while Strider went to buy some athelas leaving Frodo and Pippin to buy food and Ysmir and the dragons to go looking at the market. While searching the market Hunter looked at their guide suspiciously and pulled him into a alley.
"What is your plan human?" Hunter asked as he held a knife to Ysmir's throat. The said human grunted and moved the knife away.
"The same as yours Cheetah: To protect Spyro and Cynder from the dark shadows." said the ranger as he shoved Hunter off of him and went out where he found the hobbits and Strider with a emaciated pony.
"Brother please tell me this piece of wolf bait is not going to be our pack pony." said Ysmir as he looked at the poor creature
"Unfortunately it is Ysmir. It's the only pony left in Bree and it is now in better hands than it was with Bill Ferny despite him cheating the hobbits out of some silver pennies." said Strider as he put some of the luggage onto the pony
"Bill Ferny you said?" asked the half nord
"Aye." said Strider
"Well then you get our friends out while I pay Barliman to keep his trap shut." said Ysmir as he left to head back to the pony inn
"Come." said Strider as he lead everyone out.
As the party left Ysmir paid Barliman to keep him silent then summoned a ancient spirit that was dressed like a assassin
"What does the Listener need?" asked the dark ghost
"A man needs to be killed Lucien by the name of Bill Ferny. I believe he aided the Nazgul in allowing them into Bree and trying to recruit the local ruffians for the Dark powers." said Ysmir when the spirit chuckled
"As the Listener commands." said the shade as it ran toward the house of the evil man.
Ysmir caught up to the group as they neared Bill Ferny's house "What took you Ysmir?" asked Spyro as he kept a eye on Sparx making sure he wasn't getting into mischief
"Had to send a message to a friend." Ysmir lied as they passed by the abandoned looking house where a evil looking man with a wart on his nose and rotted teeth glared at the hobbits and rangers.
"Best you leave Longshanks and his brother lil halflings they'll lead you to some dark corner of the wilderness and take every valuable from ye." he said
"Ignore the n'wah everyone he's just trying to scare you." said Ysmir softly until Sam threw his apple at Ferny breaking his nose with the half eaten fruit.
"GraaH!" screamed the ruffian in pain as he got up from the ground and entered his house slamming the door.
"What a waste of a good apple." muttered Sam annoyed when the party heard a loud scream next the sound of a blade cutting through flesh loudly before a loud thump, everyone looked at eachother before Ysmir cleared his throat. "That is why you don't deal with the dark powers." said the ranger as he led the pony out of the gate with their friends.
The small group travelled for some way before stooping in some rolling hills near a small forest for the night.
"We will rest here for the night." said Ysmir as he started a fire
As the others put their packs down the wooden rings on Spyro's and Cynder's hands broke returning them into the original forms.
"Ah feels great to stand on all fours." said Cynder as she stretched her wings while Spyro flexed his tail
"So this is what you two look like." said Ysmir impressed
"Yup big fat dragons." said Sparx as he flew around
"Let's see how well you both can fight." said Ysmir as he grabbed a stick and a old shield and readied himself while both teen dragons looked at eachother and grinned.
"You're going to regret it Ysmir." said Spyro confidently as he charged forward from the right side while Cynder attacked from the left
the human merely smirked as he simply stepped to the left barely dodging spyro while using his shield bashing Cynder and knocking her away. Try as they might the two dragons could not get through the dunedain's defences, when suddenly Cynder shot a gust of air at Ysmir blasting away his shield while Spyro shot a earth bullet towards Ysmir smiling boredly as the projectile soared through the air only to be destroyed by a blast of lightning by the dunedain.
the two dragons were shocked by this but charged forward wanting to beat this dragonborn that managed to beat them thus far but to no avail for Ysmir headbutted Spyro and then tapped his neck with the wooden sword and then slashed Cynder giving her a bruise on her side. Ysmir swings around to "finish off" Cynder only to have the wooden sword to her neck while her tail blade was at his inner thigh where a main artery was. "Perfect teamwork young Joor Dovah." said Ysmir applauding to the two dragons.
"But we couldn't even beat you?! And Cynder only managed to tap your thigh how does that count?" asked Spyro
"There's a artery there and if we were actually fighting she would of given me a very fatal wound. One that if I did not have magic nor the skill to stitch it up I would of died from losing blood." Explained the ranger as he wiped his cloak over his brow getting rid of some sweat.
"Haven't had such a fun fight against two dragons since the twins Naaslarum and Voslaarum attacked my friend Serana and I." Ysmir said as he sat down next to his brother who managed to get a fire going.
Soon the small party were resting near the fire the hobbits falling asleep while everyone else stayed up Ysmir suddenly looking up and whispered "Laas Yah Nir!" showing seven red blurs hiding in the night that belonged to humanoids.
"Brother we have unwanted guests." he spoke in a whisper
"How many?" asked Strider as he and the avalarians looked around
"Seven. from the smell I'd say three argonians, two khajit, a orismer orc and a haradrim." said Ysmir as he drew out a sword it was long and had one side sharp while the other dull and it sparked with electricity while cynder's mouth dripped with poison, Spyro's mouth prepared to fire electricity while Strider and Hunter both readied their bows.
"Now!" yelled Ysmir as he shot a fireball from his other hand scattering the ruffians out of the woods allowing Strider to shoot a arrow impaling one of the orc's hands with it while hunter's arrow shot and hit a khajit right between it's eyes killing it easily while Spyro blasted two of the argonians with electricity cooking them in their armor. While Cynder fired her poison breath killing the other khajit before it could throw a dagger at the sleeping hobbits while Strider and Hunter finished off the orc leaving only Ysmir and the haradrim. Strider and hunter along with the dragons surrounded the assassin.
"Surrender and we will spare your life." said the ranger to which the darker man spat at him
"For the kingdom of Harad and for lord Saur-!" said the man before Ysmir cut off his head silencing the man forever.
"Brother why did you do that!" asked Strider angrily
"He wasn't going to surrender brother. Once we let him go he was going to kill you." he said showing a hidden blade under the sleeve of the man's shirt
"Best we bury the bodies so no one finds them." said Spyro as he tried to defuse the tension between the brothers
"No need I have a better solution." said Ysmir as he cleaned his blade standing up as he took a breath before shouting "Kaan Drem Ov!" a green mist appeared everywhere before groups of wolves and bears appeared taking hold of the bodies of the bandits dragging them away to feast upon as they followed the power of Ysmir's voice.
"Best if we get some sleep." said Spyro as they laid down.
The next day the small party walked on passing by old ruins and hills as they neared the Midgewater Marshes where ironically Flame and Ember waited for them.
"How do we know this Strider and his brother are friends of Gandalf?" Merry asked his cousin
"I think the Enemy would look fairer but feel fouler." said Frodo as he watched the two as they led the rest of them
"Y'know Frodo he stinks already." said Sparx as he flew with them
"But where are they leadin us?" asked Sam
"To Imladris young Gamgee to the house of the Half-Elven king." said Ysmir as he kept a eye to the skies
"What my brother meant is that we're heading to Rivendell and the house of Elrond." said Strider sulking about Sparx's smelling bad comment
"Do you hear that? Rivendell we're going to see the elves!" said Sam excitedly. They soon got to the marshes where they saw the two larger dragons
"Ah friends glad to see you again." said Flame as he and his mate landed in front of the group while Ysmir smirked and walked towards the young guardian of fire
"Drem Yol Lok greetings Dovah Vahlok Dragon guardian." said Ysmir as he gave the young guardian of fire a small bow
"That language. I've heard my father Ignitus use it once." said Flame amazed at the feeling of the ancient power once more
"The name of the language is Dovahzul or Dragon tongue it was the power of the Dovah the sons of Akatosh before Parthurnax taught the ancient nords how to use the Thu'um or shout to battle the dragon overlords. Although I have not known that my master taught the Avalarians the language." said Ysmir as he thought about his old master
"My father told me that the ancient Guardians learned of this language through the ancestors. It was said they came from the west after the first defeat of Malefor." said the dragon as he eyed Ysmir warily
"Interesting. Now Allow me to bring some of my friends into this party." said Ysmir as he looked to the sky breathing in the late summer air before shouting "Od ah Viing!" and then "Paar Thur Nax!" and then he looked at a clearing in the forest "Dur Neh viir!". The ground and sky quaked with the Voice of Ysmir and did so once more with two loud roars in the sky while the ground in the clearing broke into a cavern and out of it was the rotted corpse of a dragon as it roared in joy of being free before suddenly muscle,organs and skin started to regrow. Soon the undead dragon returned to life as the magic of Arda revived him.
"Ahh yes! Thank you Qahnaarin Vanquisher you have aided me greatly my old friend!" said the dragon when two other dragons flew in: One was older looking than any of the dragons there. His scales and eyes white with age and many tears were in his wings and scars on his body while the last strange dragon was red along it's back while a light blue along his belly. Unlike the Avalarians these dragons had only two legs while their wings were where front legs should be yet the dragons seemed to ooze with power. The three new dragons tilted their heads low to Ysmir as the eldest of the three began speaking
"Drem Yol Lok. Greetings Ysmir... Ah it's been many eruvos, years since I've last came to Arda." said the old dragon
"Drem Yol Lok Odahviing the snow hunter wing, Paarthurnax the ambition overlord cruelty, and Durnevhiir the curse never dying. Allow me to introduce you my zeymah, brother Strider, the Mal gein, The hobbits: Frodo, Sam, Pippin and Merry, the Joor Dovah Spyro, Cynder, Dovah Vahlok do Yol Flame and his mate Ember, and the qobokaaz Hunter of Avalar... And the pusojur Sparx." said Ysmir as he introduced the dragons to the current group
"greetings." said each of the dragons in their deep voices before the dragon Paarthurnax sniffed at Spyro and Cynder and then chuckled
"Ah these young ones have the Sulek Wah Mindos, The power to learn their Zul, Voice." he said as Ysmir looked on amazed
"You wish to train Spyro and Cynder?" asked Ysmir
"Geh, Yes Dovahkiin I believe they will be excellent students of the thu'um. Because they will need it in order to fight the Vul Drog, the Dark Lord Sauron." said Paarthunax
"We would be honored to learn under you wise Paarthurnax." said Spyro as he bowed to his new mentor along with Cynder
"Indeed but first we must get rid of that krasfaal do sil known to you as convexity." said Durnevhiir as he shook his head
"convexity is the element of the purple dragons." said Flame as he was shocked at the dragon's statement
"Not true young vahlok do Yol. A beneruvos, century ago a strange poison from the far south seemingly entered the magic of Avalar poisoning the dark elements of your kind and from this poison came the element of convexity." said Parthurnax
"Now Ysmir Strundu'ul best that we start heading to Lokospiit, Weathertop." said Odahviing
"Indeed we do. I suggest we all walk through the marsh that way we won't get caught by the black riders. And it will hide our scent from any trackers." said Strider as he started to head into the marshes.
"Alright. Think you three can keep up on the ground?" Ysmir asked his three scaly mentors and oldest friends as he smirked cheekily
"Motag goraan joor. Fine we will walk with you." said Odahviing feeling insulted at not being able to fly. As the group trudged through the swamps those without scales as hard as shields were bombarded by the midges of the marsh and constantly bit by them.
"What do they eat when they can't get hobbit?" asked Merry annoyed after slapping another bug on his face.
Strider ignored the hobbit and looked over to his brother only to find him without any bugs or bites on him.
"How...?" asked the ranger to which the other man smirked
"Simply drank a bug repellent potion." said Ysmir as he led the hobbits and Avalarians through the swamp with his brother. Once they stopped for the night Strider went off with Flame and Hunter to hunt while Ysmir stayed with their friends. He then carved several images into the ground and beckoned Spyro and Cynder over to him.
"Alright young dov time for your first lessons. What do these runes say Spyro and Cynder?" Ysmir asked his two pupils
"It says Force." said Cynder as the trio heard ancient chanting in an ancient tongue lost to the ages and then as sudden as a wind during the dead calm of night strange energy blasted out of the inscriptions blasting into the young dragons making them feel stronger, more alive.
"Correct Cynder. But I shall tell you the meaning of each word starting with Fus, Force. For every action whether good or evil there is a force behind it take for example a woodsman chopping down a forest. He is forced to chop down the great wooden pillars of nature in order to build a shelter from the cold of winter, to fuel the fire that cook his food, To gain coin to pay for his family. These and more forced the woodsman to chop down the many trees that he use to play in when he was a lad. Now Spyro what is the second group of carvings?" asked Ysmir as he taught the young avalarians the way of the Voice.
"Ro means Balance." said Spyro confidently
"Correct goraan jen dovah. Nature has balance in all things: For every deer there is it's mortal foe: The wolf, the bear, the dragon, and hunters. For every deer that dies from the fangs of the wolf, the claws of the bear or from the arrow of the hunter fawns are born into the world. For every forest that come to life in joyous spring from winter's deathly chill there will always be those that burn from the fires of nature or industry. For every evil plotted and wrought on this fair world good will follow and prevail, Night followed by day." said the dragonborn as he saw his two students soaking up his teachings
"And now what do these carvings mean?" he asked the dragons
"Dah means push." they said together
"Exactly. Now use your new found power let me feel the strength of your thu'um!" demanded Ysmir causing the two to rear up and shout at him Fus Ro Dah! And as they say the last word a wave of pure energy blasts out of their mouth and hit the ranger forcing him to do a backflip and slide ten feet away from him as his arms were crossed in a X formation.
Aranthis stood up and laughed heartily. "Hahahah! That was powerful my young friends!" he said as he walked back to the camp the hobbits and older avalarians were in awe of what they saw while the dovah nodded respectfully to the younger dragons.
"Now Paarthurnax will help you meditate on the word of Fus." said Ysmir as he and the two dragons sat down infront of the old white dragon
"Indeed Dovahkiin. Fus. It is called "Force" in your tongue. But as you push the world, so does the world push back. Think of the way that force may be applied effortlessly- imagine but a whisper pushing aside all in it's path. That is Fus let it's meaning fill you three. Su'um ahrk morah, Breath and focus. You will push the world back harder than it pushes back." said the ancient dragon master as the two felt their new power strengthen more than before
"Now I will teach you two more shouts: The become ethereal shout and the fire breath. First I will teach you the more pacifist of the two." said Ysmir as he stood up and then drew more of the claw mark like dialect in the mud.
"Feim means Fade." said Spyro
"Correct. All things fade history becomes legend. Legend becomes myth. A healthy baby boy fades into a adult man ready to take on the world around him, then he fades into a elderly man who waits for death to knock on the doors of his soul. Great buildings fade into dust as time and neglect eat away at their foundations. But wounds also fade." said Ysmir sagely once more.
"Zii means spirit. And it's the spirit within us. The strength to go on while our physical bodies can't and they are nearly unbreakable." said Cynder
"Absolutely correct Cynder." said Ysmir proudly
"And Gron means Bind." said Spyro as the two soaked up the claw mark like language of the Dovah.
"You're both catching on very quickly. Bonds are what strengthen or weaken us the most important bonds one must make, and keep strong are to their: god or gods, their family, friends, country and their art. A bond can form between people or animals anywhere and anytime. Take for example the bond between you and Cynder: You started off as a chosen one and the leader of Malefor's armies, fighting to the death to friends to close friends bound together by dark magic to now lovers. This bond will only grow stronger with each challenge in the future." said Ysmir as he, the hobbits and Ember snickered at the blushing couple.
"And now it is time for Paarthurnax to help us meditate on feim." said the half blood dunedain as the dragon nodded.
"Correct Ysmir. Feim. "fade" in your tongue - mortals have greater affinity for this word than the Dov. Everything mortal fades away in time, but the spirit remains. Ponder the meaning of spirit, unslaad zii. Where mortal flesh may wither and die, the spirit endures. That is Feim, let that meaning fill you. Su'um ahrk morah. You will find that your spirit will give you more strength." said the wise dragon when Strider, Flame and Hunter returned with some deer.
"Here's dinner." said Hunter as he and the others put down the corpses and begun cleaning them.
As they cleaned and started cooking the deer Merry looked up and asked a question to Ysmir
"What is the way of the voice?" he said
"It is a path of stoic silence and reverent use of of the thu'um. Like any tool the voice can be used for good or evil deeds and most who are capable to learn the thu'um would and were tempted to use this gift of the Illuvatar for terrible deeds. This was one of the reasons why a great war leader of the nords went into hiding meditating on the Voice and when he returned he taught that the voice should be used in the service and glorification of the gods. Not for the glorification of kings and conquerors." said Ysmir stoically as he put some herbs on the venison
"As a young man I used my power as one would use their father's bow: Foolishly and without a care in the world that is until my misuse of power caused a incident that nearly caused the deaths of three near and dear to my heart. After that encounter I began to rely less on my power as a dovahkiin and more of my own power, my physical strength and my magical prowess. I soon nearly stopped using my shouts for anything except for prayers to Eru until a new threat entered Skyrim and threatened the ones I loved." said the dragonborn
"What was this new threat?" asked Ember
"It was the nazgul. Somehow they found out that I was in Skyrim and proceeded to attack Lakeview Manor one of my homes. Fortunately I was there to stop them from killing my family and destroyed their forms by using my more terrible shouts. After that I saw a vision of the Ring and that is why I returned to Arda to see that damned artifact destroyed in the fire that once created it." said Ysmir coldly. With that they all went to sleep while Strider took watch, later that night Spyro and Cynder awoke to a soft voice singing and to their surprise they find Strider singing in a strange but very beautiful language.
"Ah I see that your hearing has gotten stronger from training earlier today." whispered Ysmir as he smirked at the dragons
"What is he singing in and what is it about?" asked Spyro
"That is the lay of Beren and Luthien he is singing it in quenyan or tongue of the high elves. I shall sing you the westron version of it but trust me the elvish version is far more lovelier than it is in this tongue. said Ysmir as he begun singing:
The leaves were long, the grass was green,
The hemlock-umbels tall and fair,
And in the glade a light was seen
Of stars in shadow shimmering.
Tinúviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.
There Beren came from mountains cold,
And lost he wandered under leaves,
And where the Elven-river rolled
He walked alone and sorrowing.
He peered between the hemlock-leaves
And saw in wonder flowers of gold
Upon her mantle and her sleeves,
And her hair like shadow following.
Enchantment healed his weary feet
That over hills were doomed to roam;
And forth he hastened, strong and fleet,
And grasped at moonbeams glistening.
Through woven woods in Elvenhome
She lightly fled on dancing feet,
And left him lonely still to roam
In the silent forest listening.
He heard there oft the flying sound
Of feet as light as linden-leaves,
Or music welling underground,
In hidden hollows quavering.
Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves,
And one by one with sighing sound
Whispering fell the beechen leaves
In the wintry woodland wavering.
He sought her ever, wandering far
Where leaves of years were thickly strewn,
By light of moon and ray of star
In frosty heavens shivering.
Her mantle glinted in the moon,
As on a hilltop high and far
She danced, and at her feet was strewn
A mist of silver quivering.
When winter passed, she came again,
And her song released the sudden spring,
Like rising lark, and falling rain,
And melting water bubbling.
He saw the elven-flowers spring
About her feet, and healed again
He longed by her to dance and sing
Upon the grass untroubling.
Again she fled, but swift he came.
Tinúviel! Tinúviel!
He called her by her elvish name,
And there she halted listening.
One moment stood she, and a spell
His voice laid on her: Beren came,
And doom fell on Tinúviel
That in his arms lay glistening.
As Beren looked into her eyes
Within the shadows of her hair,
The trembling starlight of the skies
He saw there mirrored shimmering.
Tinúviel the elven-fair,
Immortal maiden elven-wise,
About him cast her shadowy hair
And arms like silver glimmering.
Long was the way that fate them bore,
O'er stony mountains cold and grey,
Through halls of iron and darkling door,
And woods of nightshade morrowless.
The Sundering Seas between them lay,
And yet at last they met once more,
And long ago they passed away
In the forest singing sorrowless.
As Ysmir finished the song he looked at his pupils and saw that they both had tears in their eyes.
"That was beautiful." said Cynder as she and Spyro once more got comfortable and went back to sleep.
Morning soon came and the group of heroes awoke and started their trek to Weathertop once now that they were out of the marshes and nearing the small ruin.
"That once was the great watch tower of Amon Sul. We will rest there for awhile before we go to Rivendell." said Strider.
They soon reach the top of the ruin at sundown taking off their packs wearily while Strider and Ysmir look out towards the horizon
"Spyro and Cynder you two will be coming with me, the dov and the two Avalarians." said Ysmir seriously
"What?! We can't leave Frodo and the others. They need us!" exclaimed Spyro as the ranger shuffled around in his pack
"Your training is more important as of right now." said Ysmir as he took out a beautiful looking scroll from his sack
"We need to get Frodo to Riven-!" stated Cynder before she started coughing suddenly and violently vomiting blood.
"Cynder!" yelled her lover before he to started coughing up blood
"Dammit it's begun!" growled Ysmir
"What's begun? Why are they coughing up blood? Why haven't they told us they were sick?" asked Ember panicking as the young dragons fainted
"The convexity has begun ripping them apart. Soon their "dark sides" will be unleashed and they will devour not only their true dovah sil, dragon souls but they will take the ring. I will not let these two die from this disease." exclaimed the dragonborn as he opened up the scroll infront of a old altar with a deep bowl cut in the center of it.
"Scroll of creation. Scroll of prophecy awaken now and bring us with blood of dragon fire to the world's throat to the snow that never melts from summer's kiss!" yelled the man.
The scroll soon shot a strange yet powerful light into the altar as a portal opened to a snow covered mountaintop with a ancient shrine on top of it.
"Flame, Ember I need your help come." said Ysmir as he put Spyro and Cynder on the neck of Odahviing
"Where are you taking them dragonslayer?" growled Flame as he stood in front of the portal blocking Ysmir and the dovah
"prem, patience young one. Ysmir is bringing Spyro and Cynder to dii strunmah, my mountain." said Paarthurnax as the ancient demigod lifted his neck and carried the two unconcious dragons toward the portal
"Grr. Fine we'll help you Ysmir. But if either are injured you will answer to me." snarled the guardian as he and his mate entered the portal.
(Wooh. The fourth chapter is over. I've had several writer's blocks and went on vacation but now it is done. Hope you like it, and review.)