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Adult ++
Chapters:
51
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5,377
Reviews:
17
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The Return of the Yrch
Disclaimer: All familiar characters of this story belong to the awesome world and works of JRR Tolkien, who is an unparalleled genius of this genre. All unfamiliar and original characters, animals and places are of my own invention. I do not derive any monies from this work and created this story solely out of the love and respect that I hold for all of the works related to this canon.
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The Forgotten Ring
by Sienna Dawn
Haldir/OFC
NC17
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Chapter 7 - The Return of the Yrch
Haldir drew his short sword before the yelp sounded throughout the dark wood. He had heard the soft footstep in front of him, and nimbly stepped out of its way seconds before a large, lumbering creature threw itself at him, flailing arms and legs, spit and sweat and some other odor he could not define. But it was the words he heard that froze his heart with dread:
"Ilid! Albai! Throqu tak!"
Haldir struggled to keep hold of the creature on top of him and was surprised at its strength. Still, he pulled to the right and rolled over on the ground, tearing young saplings in the way, bringing the creature along with him, as he stood and half dragged, half pushed the shapeless life form that still tried to evade his grip. His long blonde hair, usually braided at the sides and pulled to the back of his head, was loose and fanned down his shoulders, partially covering his face. In the dim light of the fire and shadows of the wood, his elf aura suddenly flared, surrounding his body with a bright silver glow. His men, awed but not frighteby tby the display of ancient elf glory, stood and waited with arrows drawn and aimed at the strange creature, as Haldir loosed his grip on it. With his elf lifeforce glowing brightly and his long golden hair loose about fac face, he looked as if he had stepped out of a dream. Slowly he circled the creature, his short sword held before him in a defensive stance. His aura's intensity dimmed with each passing moment until it returned to the usual soft glow about his body. He studied the form before him, patiently waiting for it to make the first move.
Suddenly the creature screamed."Arrgh!"
Screeching words in its own language, the creature tried to take a side thrust at Haldir, kicking with leg legs, but it immediately understood its error when he was thrown toward the light of the fire. Four elven archers were at once ready, drawing silver arrows and pointing these straight at its head.
Once in the light, the creature folded itself into a brown lump and none could tell where it ended nor where it began. It breathed in ragged spurts of air and slowly Haldir began to remember what the creature before him was. He stared at it in silence, willing it away with all his strength, but it was not to be. The Orch-thing suddenly sat up and turned yellow eyes toward the elves. Instantly, it realized its mistake and it turned away, blocking the elven stares with his forearm.
"Ilid buub!" It screeched and made to inch closer to the fire. It knew it needed warmth, away from the elves, whose eyes and touch meant death for it. Quietly, it sniffed and never turned to look at the elves who stood around it.
Haldir walked around to face the creature, but it turned its face away from him. "How did you come into this wood?" He asked the Orch-creature. Haldir recognized its Orch features, and considered the possibility that it may be related to the Yrch, but was not certain. The creature before him was far too small to be a true Orch and too weak-minded to be a Goblin. So, what was it, he wondered. Its actions reminded him of another wretched creature, from another age. A nagging suspicion that this creature was somehow connected to the wretched Oomberfoot was beginning to pound on the back of his mind. He dared not follow that thought to its obvious conclusion for the ramifications of that idea would be too monstrous to even contemplate.
The creature spit at the ground, "Buub." It hugged itself, and began to hum a tuneless song.
Haldir frowned. The language of this creature sounded foul. He leaned closer to the creature. The creature made to move away, but checked its movements when the elven arrows inched closer to its head. "How did you come into this wood?" Haldir repeated softly, his voice edged with a tone of implied threat.
His men grinned inwardly. They knew that Haldir's true intent usually conveyed itself via the timbre of his voice. Haldir's voice conveyed anger or patience, danger or peace, acceptance or rejection. It was a voice that could inspire others to great feats of courage and at the same time whittle the confidence of even the strongest and bravest. It was a voice that few could resist when Haldir set his mind on obtaining something. Here was an elf used to giving commands and having them executed at once. It was not usually necessary for him to raise his voice. Indeed, his men knew that his whispered phrases were usually an early warning signal. And judging from the tone of his voice, something was about to happen. What it was, no one knew. But Haldir did not take trepassing into Thalion Tirion lightly.
"Do you speak the common westernesse?" Haldir asked the crouching creature. Silence. He tried again, this time in Elvish, "Lle quena i'lambe tel' Eldalie?" Still no response.
Walking away from it, Haldir turned to his first in command, an elf of some 2,000 years and young by Haldir's standards, but an elf he knew was be rep reproach.
"I have an idea." The elf lieutenant nodded and waited. Haldir turned back to the creature. Speaking to it he told n thn the common westernesse, the language of Men, "You will be released, but dare not trespass into these woods again, for I will not be as lenient."
The creature spat in the general direction of the elf, understanding every word spoken in westernesse, but lacking understanding in the elvish language. He noticed the ugly elf was speaking to his friends and he closed his eyes. He expected to be cleaved in half, after all, it was what his people did to their enemies...and he knew, had been taught, that these sickly pale, ugly elves were his dread enemies. He would have shown no mercy. Why should they? He waited for what seemed like endless moments and when he cracked open one yellow eye, he was surprised to find himself alone before the fire.
The elves had disappeared.
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Key:
* Albai - elves
* Buub - pig
* Ilid - elf
* Tak - them
* Throqu = Devour
* Lle quena i'lambe tel' Eldalie?" (*Do you speak Elvish?*)
[To be continued...] Feedback appreciated :)
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The Forgotten Ring
by Sienna Dawn
Haldir/OFC
NC17
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Chapter 7 - The Return of the Yrch
Haldir drew his short sword before the yelp sounded throughout the dark wood. He had heard the soft footstep in front of him, and nimbly stepped out of its way seconds before a large, lumbering creature threw itself at him, flailing arms and legs, spit and sweat and some other odor he could not define. But it was the words he heard that froze his heart with dread:
"Ilid! Albai! Throqu tak!"
Haldir struggled to keep hold of the creature on top of him and was surprised at its strength. Still, he pulled to the right and rolled over on the ground, tearing young saplings in the way, bringing the creature along with him, as he stood and half dragged, half pushed the shapeless life form that still tried to evade his grip. His long blonde hair, usually braided at the sides and pulled to the back of his head, was loose and fanned down his shoulders, partially covering his face. In the dim light of the fire and shadows of the wood, his elf aura suddenly flared, surrounding his body with a bright silver glow. His men, awed but not frighteby tby the display of ancient elf glory, stood and waited with arrows drawn and aimed at the strange creature, as Haldir loosed his grip on it. With his elf lifeforce glowing brightly and his long golden hair loose about fac face, he looked as if he had stepped out of a dream. Slowly he circled the creature, his short sword held before him in a defensive stance. His aura's intensity dimmed with each passing moment until it returned to the usual soft glow about his body. He studied the form before him, patiently waiting for it to make the first move.
Suddenly the creature screamed."Arrgh!"
Screeching words in its own language, the creature tried to take a side thrust at Haldir, kicking with leg legs, but it immediately understood its error when he was thrown toward the light of the fire. Four elven archers were at once ready, drawing silver arrows and pointing these straight at its head.
Once in the light, the creature folded itself into a brown lump and none could tell where it ended nor where it began. It breathed in ragged spurts of air and slowly Haldir began to remember what the creature before him was. He stared at it in silence, willing it away with all his strength, but it was not to be. The Orch-thing suddenly sat up and turned yellow eyes toward the elves. Instantly, it realized its mistake and it turned away, blocking the elven stares with his forearm.
"Ilid buub!" It screeched and made to inch closer to the fire. It knew it needed warmth, away from the elves, whose eyes and touch meant death for it. Quietly, it sniffed and never turned to look at the elves who stood around it.
Haldir walked around to face the creature, but it turned its face away from him. "How did you come into this wood?" He asked the Orch-creature. Haldir recognized its Orch features, and considered the possibility that it may be related to the Yrch, but was not certain. The creature before him was far too small to be a true Orch and too weak-minded to be a Goblin. So, what was it, he wondered. Its actions reminded him of another wretched creature, from another age. A nagging suspicion that this creature was somehow connected to the wretched Oomberfoot was beginning to pound on the back of his mind. He dared not follow that thought to its obvious conclusion for the ramifications of that idea would be too monstrous to even contemplate.
The creature spit at the ground, "Buub." It hugged itself, and began to hum a tuneless song.
Haldir frowned. The language of this creature sounded foul. He leaned closer to the creature. The creature made to move away, but checked its movements when the elven arrows inched closer to its head. "How did you come into this wood?" Haldir repeated softly, his voice edged with a tone of implied threat.
His men grinned inwardly. They knew that Haldir's true intent usually conveyed itself via the timbre of his voice. Haldir's voice conveyed anger or patience, danger or peace, acceptance or rejection. It was a voice that could inspire others to great feats of courage and at the same time whittle the confidence of even the strongest and bravest. It was a voice that few could resist when Haldir set his mind on obtaining something. Here was an elf used to giving commands and having them executed at once. It was not usually necessary for him to raise his voice. Indeed, his men knew that his whispered phrases were usually an early warning signal. And judging from the tone of his voice, something was about to happen. What it was, no one knew. But Haldir did not take trepassing into Thalion Tirion lightly.
"Do you speak the common westernesse?" Haldir asked the crouching creature. Silence. He tried again, this time in Elvish, "Lle quena i'lambe tel' Eldalie?" Still no response.
Walking away from it, Haldir turned to his first in command, an elf of some 2,000 years and young by Haldir's standards, but an elf he knew was be rep reproach.
"I have an idea." The elf lieutenant nodded and waited. Haldir turned back to the creature. Speaking to it he told n thn the common westernesse, the language of Men, "You will be released, but dare not trespass into these woods again, for I will not be as lenient."
The creature spat in the general direction of the elf, understanding every word spoken in westernesse, but lacking understanding in the elvish language. He noticed the ugly elf was speaking to his friends and he closed his eyes. He expected to be cleaved in half, after all, it was what his people did to their enemies...and he knew, had been taught, that these sickly pale, ugly elves were his dread enemies. He would have shown no mercy. Why should they? He waited for what seemed like endless moments and when he cracked open one yellow eye, he was surprised to find himself alone before the fire.
The elves had disappeared.
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Key:
* Albai - elves
* Buub - pig
* Ilid - elf
* Tak - them
* Throqu = Devour
* Lle quena i'lambe tel' Eldalie?" (*Do you speak Elvish?*)
[To be continued...] Feedback appreciated :)
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