[Ithaeliel]

Endereth's strength and will was replenished from the lembas and the sudden appearance of her comrades. Her heart leapt with joy as she heard the scream of the evil beast, and struggling to get up, she looked about. Deprived of her sword, she would have to make do with what nature provided. Ender looked around. Nothing but rocks. She shrugged. "It will have to do," she muttered before picking up a sharp stone and hurling it furiously at her opponent. The beast did not flinch. Ender winced. "No hurt will come by that."

The ranger's mind raced. As she shifted her gaze to the beast, she saw it had dropped its whip. Poising herself on the rock, she waited until the right moment, when Radagast raised his sword for a blow, and then she leapt into the fray, pretending to stumble as she grabbed for the beast's flaming whip.

Raising it high, she gave a shout. "Back to Udûn, foul mage!" she cried in the Quenya tongue before bringing the fire down upon the back of the beast, making a great leap as she did so. "Tyul, mellon nin!" she said to a weakened and fearful Mattius. "If I have lived three days in his shadow, then you are able to show courage in the face of terror. I see him for what he is," she whispered. "He is but a diminished and blackened spirit brought to the form of a human. There is nothing to fear, Mattius Firnlord," she said with a smile.

Then the wielder of the great sword stood his ground, and he brandished Angmarth in the face of the evil that plagued the forests of the Blue Mountains. Endereth continued to slow it with blows from the fiery lash, and the conclusion drew closer. She wondered what it would bring with it.

[ February 06, 2003: Message edited by: Ithaeliel ]