"Virion, take cover!" Naur yelled, as warg riding orcs surrounded them. "All of you elves, take cover now!"
Naur lifted her dark hand, clenched her fist, and when she opened it, fire had sprouted on her skin. She was not holding the flame; it burned between her fingers like webbing and covered her palm like spider's web.
She snapped her arm to the right and the fire was thrown from her hand, dripping down to the ground to form a whip. Naur grasped the flaming handle and twirled the stream of fire above her head before bringing it down on the warg feasting upon the horse of the fallen guard.
The beast screamed from the lash. It left a singed scar on the warg's fur; embers ate away at its coat. With a wave of her free hand, Naur ignited the embers into a raging fire. The warg screeched and howled as it tromped away, trying to douse the fire on its coat.
All the orcs from the hunting pack had gathered around Naur and her elven guards.
"Group around the lady," Virion yelled to his guards. "Protect lady Naur."
"No!" Naur screamed, snapping her whip at a warg who pounced at them. The beast was spooked and fell back. "Protect yourselves."
"Naur the King assigned us to-"
"I do not care what Thranduil said." She turned her blazing red eyes to him. Her ruby iris's tremored like a flame. "These servants of evil do not chase you. You will not die protecting me. I will not allow you to waste your lives in such a fashion."
"But-"
"I will make an opening in their ranks. When I tell you to, you and your soldiers run from this place. You run and you return to the palace," she said, her voice firm.
Virion did not get a chance to respond as the orcs launched their attack. A volley of arrows was quickly followed by the warg riders charging. With one strike of her whip, Naur knocked all the arrows off their paths and away from her companions. She stood upon her horse and twirled the whip above her head, striking and setting ablaze two wargs. The beasts ran. Naur cracked her flaming whip and set a small patch of ground ablaze. The wargs shied from it.
"There! My flames will not hurt you. Ride!" Naur yelled to Virion.
"Glenn!"(Go) he yelled in elvish to his soldiers. The four elves rode through the fire and, just as Naur had said, the flames did them no harm.
Naur jumped off her horse and sent it away as well. Now, it was just her against twenty orcs and their wargs. The leader of the pack dismounted and approached Naur.
"Avravel wiavh uuk," (travel with us) he said in black speech. "Nauk-avurn votar." (return home)
"Jiak evinaj ukoonas mat," (I would sooner die) she spit out in the same vial language. Such a foul tongue did not sound right coming from such a graceful and fair creature.
"Maukavas liveuk. Najor liwo ukaveal lat kurrauz," (Master lives. He will steal you back) the leader said, grinning and snarling.
Naur's eyes burned like the final embers glowing in the ashes of a fire.
"Noav avodaausan." (Not today)
With that, she unleashed her power. She began to turn her whip and skirt dragging behind her. Fire began to drip from her skin and then it poured from her. She continued to pirouette and a whirlwind of fire kicked up around her. The orcs and wargs slowly backed away from the growing tornado of fire. Finally, Naur stopped. The flames which had built up around her pulsed out creating a great conflagration. The orcs and all other life in its path was incinerated. The fire sprinted forwards far past where its target had once stood, and ate at the forest. Naur could not call it back nor could she command it to stop. She could not manipulate this fire.
These were her true flames: The fires of Mordor. This was the fire which ran in her blood; the fire that burned inside her. Her real fire was an unconstrained inferno. These flames destroyed every living thing in their wake: friend, foe, innocent, guilty, it mattered not. All would burn before her.
Naur looked at the devastation she had wrought. The orcs were dead, yes, but so were the trees and plants. She stood alone in a field of ash.
In the end, Naur could only ever bring ruin. It was what she was made to do. It was in her blood.
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The Earth's Creation- A Thranduil fan fiction
FanfictionCreated from the fire of Mt.Doom she was to be his greatest weapon. But before she ever saw her first battle, Sauron was defeated and the one ring lost. The nameless creation was taken in by Elrond until her dark power was discovered. So, she left h...
