FOROCHEL FEVER
A tale of a woman called Ynel, who once ventured to the frozen lands.
The following is a caption of the story consisting of 7 parts, which are as following:
1. Prologue
2. Dwarves, Angmarim & alliances
3. Letter with conclusions
4. Painful search
5. Fish-tales
6. Strangers in the night
7. Closure
You are now reading...
PART 7: Closure
Several days later at the camp of Vesi-paistâ....
Ynel pulls a fish on a stick from the fire and inspects it. She then glances at te man and offers the stick towards hm with a hint of a mile on her lip.
Hiath sheathed his sword after having practiced swinging it a few times, a bead of sweat rolling down his head as he took the stick with a nod of thanks. He took a bite, "Hmm. You are a good cook."
Ynel waches him keenly as he eats, still smiling. "I seem to have learned something, out here on my own..." she comments softly. "Do eat. We don't know how much more strenght you'll need. Everythign else seems to be ready...or atleast, almost..."
Hiath nods as he ate the fish rather quickly, before throwing the stick to the fire. He then looked around, "What else is needed?"
Ynel moves around the hut and produces a loop of metal chain, long and heavy. She drags it along the round towards the waterfront, huffing some a she goes. "The sauna is warm, the fires are large, I've drank some dwarven spirits....those shoudl keep my blood warm! Now...could you chain me in place?"
Hiath raised a brow before he nodded, placing his shield down before he lifted the chain up, wrapping one end around one of the posts before he went to her and went to place it around her waist, before moving the end to the other post.
Hiath says, 'So, what am I meant to do once you are done?'
Ynel lifts her arms to make it easy for him to wrap the chain around her, wherever he sees fit. Then she turns her back to the camp and overlooked the cold sea ahead. "Once I am done? You make it sound like I am already doomed" he smiles but it is a nervous smile. "I do not know... I did not think that far ahead. My hope is to survive this. Without beign eaten, or pulled into the sea. You could chain yoruself too. Just so that you can't be taken...but can still help me, if you need to.'
Hiath says, 'What if I get in a place that I could ambush it from? So if it takes you, I can jump out at it?'
Hiath ducked under the chain before he went over to the seafront, looking down for a ledge of platform to climb onto and hide in the snow.
You say, 'I don't think that is a good idea. If it sees you, it might take insult on the ambush. We are here to talk, after all. You look rather convincing, while visible.'
Ynel looks the man slowly over and grins.
Hiath says, 'Then.. I will stand behind you a bit, then I can move infront at any time.'
Hiath nodded as he moved back, his shield on his arm again.
Ynel nods her head. She seems nervous, but keeps her demeanor steady. "Stay behind, maybe even a litlte further. Let me do the talking. Assuming...that it speaks lossoth."
Hiath nodded, "I say let us get on with it."
Ynel takes deep breath and looks down at her feet that rest upon the rock, and appears silent and helpless like a homeless goblin, seeming not to know what to do. Then she clears her throat and starts carefully to raise her voice out to the sea.
You say, '(lossoth)VETEHINEN! WATER-SPIRIT! WHERE ARE YOU!?'
Hiath listened on, raising a brow thogh listening carefully to the the words, keen on picking up a new language.
Ynel pauses to listen, then calls out again a litte louder
You say, '(lossoth)VETEHINEN! SLEEP NO LONGER! RAISE YOUR HEAD FROM THE WAVES! BRING YOUR HEAD FROM THE BILLOWS and HEAR ME!!!'
Ynel pauses again and litens. All seems quiet. She glances over her shoudler at Hiath
Hiath shrugged at her slightly, peering around her to the water.
Ynel furrows her brows and slips her hand into her pocket. She produces a wine-skin, and empties it's content on the stone at her feet. All of it, so that it ruins into the sea. She continues shouting
You say, '(lossoth) I HAVE COME FROM TOO FAR! HEAR ME NOW, WHILE I STAND HERE! TAKE MY WINE, AND JEWELS AND FUR-ROBES! TAKE THEM FOR YOUR SACRIFICE, IF YOU DARE!'
Hiath kept his hand resting on his sword hilt, just in case as he watched on. He looked about for a few moments, wondering something as he looked back to the water..
Ynel 's words turn into strange rythm, as if she was chanting the next verses that she shouted to the sea, perhaps un-knowing of it, perhaps intentionally, it was hard to say.
You say, '(lossoth) VETEHINEN, WATER-SPIRIT, RAISE YOUR HEAD FROM THE BILLOWS, AND DESTROY THESE SOUTHERN HEROES! PULL TEM TO YOUR DEEP-SEA CASTLES! THERE DEVOUR THEM TO YOUR PLEASURE! BRING YOUR VISION ABOVE WATERS; TO THE FEAR OF ALL THE NORTHLAND!'
This way Ynel keep schanting, but then, there is a stirr in the water. She freezes to watch how the surface begins to bubble and hiss
Hiath remained dead still, snow gathering on his sholders that gets rid of the browns and golds on his armour, slowly disappearing.
Ynel From the water raises a being whose shape was hard to imagine being neither man, not a fish, yet a bit of both and many unknown features of the monsters that lurk in the dark adorned his shape, - for it still had a shape and features, and eyes that blazed like blue orbs full of emptiness of the abyss. It lifted up as supported by a level of the twirling water that turned to a whirlwind of hale around it in the freeing air where all moisture concentrated into twirling snow.
Hiath furrowed his brows as he looked at the thing raise up, having seen spirits before, thinking it to just be another one of them, he remained still as Ynel spoke to it.
Ynel shrinks in terror, only barely able to manage her posture and demeanor against the creature at the water's edge and under it's staring eyes. And before it could reach for her he calls out at it again to address it
You say, '(lossoth) SPEAK, FIEND! OPEN YOUR MOUTH FOR A WORD! SPEAK TO ME!'
Ynel the whirlwing aroudn the creature seems to settle before it's hollow voice echoes out from whatever source on it's barely physical shape.
'~I speak when I see it fitting, But make answer first, who thou art? Whence thou comest, where thou goest,From what lowly tribe descended?~
Ynel takes a breather and stutters to respond to it, strugling to keep herself together, and somehow managing to bring out all the edge in her at the same time. "I AM YNEL! THE PATHFINDER! THE DAIRST DAUGHTER OF ROHAN! THE KEEPER OF THE FORSAKEN AND THE SAVIOR OF THE WORLD!
Hiath remained silent, letting Ynel do the speaking, seeing she is the only one to know Lossoth tongue.
~If thou art but lowly mortal, Thou shouldst give me all the respect, I am many ages thy senior. Tell me now, my golden youngster, Why this rude and wild behavior?"What the tidings ye are bringing, shouting like a stupid stripling~'
You say, 'I HAVE COME ACROSS LAND AND THROUGH MANY TROUBES, FROM BEYOND MANY AGES AND THROUGH MANY LEGENDS TOLD, TO RECLAIM A RELIC FROM YOUR KEEPING! LONG AGO THE MEN WHO AILED HERE, CARRIED WITH THEM MAGIc ORBS OF POWER! NOW THEY LAY IN THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA! THESE ARE WHAT I AM HERE FOR! I WANT THE PALANTIRI!'
~Know I many bits of learning, This I know in perfect clearness. Dropped the magic orbs in colors, From the red rims of the war-ships, To the bottom of the deep-sea.Why need you the ancient relics? What your intent with this treasure? Straightway will I bring them to you, When you give me valid reason.~~'
Hiath still did not move, watching on quietly.
You say, 'IT WAS A GIFT TO MAN-KIND MADE! IT BELONGS FOR MEN TO KEEP! I WILL TAKE IT TO MY HOMESTEADS WHERE THEY HAVE LONG ANTICIPATED! THERE THEY WILL BE KEPT WELL AND JUST, FOR PROSPERITY OF THEIR OWNERS!'
Ynel the whirlwind aroudn the water-fiend gaint speed and hale shoots out from it's outer rims, beating the seacliff.
'~~Thou art surely a liar! Not with thee are they belonging! Not with thee, thou greedy woman,When for riches thou hast longing, Though desire for gold impels thee. Many have I seen in my time, heroes old and young and foolish. ~All the people of the dry-lands, Are inquiring for this treasure, Asking for the orbs in colors, On their tongue the taste of treasure, In their eyes the greed for power. Hither have these heroes journeyed, To divide the palantiri. ~ What the ransom thou wilt give me If I cease from mine posession?~'
Ynel takes a deep breath, trying to keep her eyes unblinkign even though the hale is sprinkling to nearly pierce her blue orbs
You say, 'FLOWS OF GOLD FROM DEEPEST MOUNTAINS! GEMS THAT HAVE NO EQUA IN BEAUTY! WONDERS THAT YOU CAN'T IMAGINE I WILL BRING YOU FROM THESE DRY-LANDS. ONES THAT YOU'VE NEVER SEEN! RICHES BEYOND MEASURE AND IN BEAUTY EquAL TO the PALANTIRI! YOU WILL SEE!'
'~~"For thy gold I have no longing, Neither do I wish thy silver, All my bays are full of jewels, All my shores are lined with silver, Some from earth that water rinses, Some were left by sunken sailors~~Wonderful are Palantiri, Plenty do they bring to Northland; To the joy of their possessor. Never would give thee my treasure, I wont share it with thy people.~~'
You say, 'DAMNIT! ONCE I ASK FOR WHAT BELONGS TO ME, I WONT HAVE IT?!! WHAT JUSTICE IS THIS, FIEND? AND WHO WILL YOU GIVE IT TO?! THE ANGMARIM WHO DIG ALREADY FOR IT; WITH THEIR PICKS IN THE ICE?! THEY WILL FIND YOU! AND THE WITCH KiNG'S GREED IS GREATER THAN MINE! HE WILL RAKE YOUR SEA TO THE BOTTOM, SPLIT IT WITH EVIL MAGIC! WHO WILL HELP YOU THEN?!'
Ynel -the water aroudn the bay begins to stir, waves lifting and whirlpools opening with loud roars. The fiend hisses like an angry cat and it's numerous patricles wave in the air like serpents.
Hiath slowly reached up to push his hood back, only now revealing his fair face. His brown hair whipping across his face in the wind, snow on the top gathering. He may perhaps look slightly noble in his armour, furs, shield and sword. He looks on with his dark blue eyes.
'~Know I of the wicked Witch-king, know I other mighty measures, Know I means that are efficient! Iron-hail I'll send from heaven, On the shores that he is treading, Sink him in the fatal snow-drift,Turn to ice his pliant fingers, Turn to ice his feet and ankles, Make his children sink and perish, Nevermore to visit Northland!~~ I will drive him back, dishonored. I wont divide palantiri, Not with dark and wicked Witch-king! Nor with thee, thou greedy woman! ~~'
Ynel shivers, but suddenly of fury, rather than fear. She slips her hands to her sides and holds out her daggers, locking the flying hale with their metal blades. She grits her teeth and growls and screams against the growing wind.
moved infront of her, ducking under the chain and lifting his shield to cover them both from the hale, he remained silent.. not knowing how to speak to the spirit, and so he did his job, protecting Ynel.
You say, 'IF YOU WONT DIVIDE THE PALANTIRI; I WILL SOON DIVIDE YOUR BEING! I CHALLENGE YOU FOR THEM! I HAVE COME TOO LONG A WAY, TO BE SENT BACK EMPTY-HANDED! SURE, MY LINE MAY NOT BE GREATEST, NOR AM I BUT A MORTAL; BUT I HAVE MY DAGGERS IN MY HANDS; STILL! WITH THEM I WILL COUNTER YOU, AND RAISE MY LINEAGE! CHOOSE NOW, AND CAREFULLY! THE PALANTIRI OR YOUR LIFE, SPIRIT!'Hiath
~~Cease thy sorrow, foolish maiden, By thy cries thou art ungrateful, Not thy sword and not thy wisdom, Not thy prudence, nor thy cunning, Do I fear a single moment. Not with thee, a puny braggart,Not with one so vain and paltry, Will I ever measure daggers~
~~But since thou perforce demandest, I accept thy boastful challenge. I shall hide away these relics. Take them down below the billows. Through the perils of the whirlpool, Through the dark and deep and dangers, Sink them to the deep-sea’s bottom, In the rocks where sink the moonbeams,Where the sunray never reaches.~~'
~~There the treasure may be hidden, May remain in peace for ages, Free from trouble, free from danger, Where the wicked may not enter, Nor the thieves break through and pilfer, Where the With-king can’t molest them.~~'
Without sparing a moment longer, the fiend sinks into the sea, and the whirlpool closes over him, leaving only a dark surface that evens out in a matter of seconds, leaving only silense and calm again.
Hiath turned to her, raising a brow. "Is it done?"
Ynel stares at the water with her mouth open and no expression whatsoeer on her face. She lifts her dagger, as if intending to throw it down into the sea where the Spirit had vanished, but her arm doesn't give push to it enough to hurl it. She lowers her arms down to her sides and goes feeble.
You say, 'That's it... that's all...'
Hiath dropped his shield to try to keep her upright as she turned frail, "Let's take you inside somewhere warm then."
Ynel lets herself fall against the man's supporting frame and exhales wordlessly.
Hiath kept one arm around her as the other one undid the chain, it falling down at her feet before he went to lift her up and carry her to the huts. "Sauna or hut?" He asks as he looked down to her.
You say, 'Sauna... I think. Tomorrow...we leave. He said so.'
Hiath opened the door of the sauna, ducking in before he closed it. "Then we should make the most out of tonight, I suppose." He shrugged, sitting her down on a bench or what ever would be about.
THE END
