Again with Middle-Earth and even Gandalf! -- The Middle of Nowhere

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Date Posted: 14:55:56 03/06/02 Wed
Author: Humans, Claw- and Tahg-demons, Korat
Subject: Again with Middle-Earth and even Gandalf!

With a rush of wind, Ana, a demon black as night, came to an excited halt before a cloaked figure. This figure sat up quickly as Ana reported the coming of a Man on a great horse, obviously a steed of the Rohirrim. The two could hear the soft thud of hoof-falls. The cloaked figure stood up, head held high, and looked towards the sound. Already the dark shapes of horse and rider were visible to her keen eyes. The figure threw back her hood and strode forward, calling out, "Halt, rider, if you value your life."

The horse neighed in surprise at the unexpected challenge and wheeled around to face the girl and her demon. The rider, however, seemed relaxed. "Ho, friend. Who are you that you may challenge Gandalf the White in his own lands?" For of course it was he, and Peregrin Took was not awake just then. Gandalf was bluffing, in hopes that he could pass quickly.

The girl laughed quietly and said, "These lands be no one's, an' if they were, they would be mine, wizard." She knew well the Order of Wizards, for her aunt had been Yellow once. The girl was bluffing as well, hoping to find out some information from this stranger. "Tis a daring thing, to call a possible enemy 'friend'," said she, in a grim undertone.

Gandalf looked at her, trying to figure out just what and who she was. "Well then. I have told you my name, stranger, do announce yourself," he said icily. Shadowfax, Gandalf's grey steed, snorted and shifted a bit. The girl stepped forward, and smiled strangely.

"I am the one they call Tamia. Do not be crude, sir. I am no less intelligent than yourself and I have my own power." The girl smiled coldly, and Gandalf quickly translated her name in over a dozen tongues. He remembered one he learned a long while ago, from one whom spoke with the demons. Tamia. Demon's Daughter. Only one human could have that name. The child of the legendary Sasha DemonWalker.

Incredible, Gandalf thought. The DemonWalker has a child. An heir to her glory. This girl, this insignificant little thing, is it. He shook his head and spoke calmly. "I have never heard of you, yet you seem to know me. Interesting. I am in a hurry now, child, I must leave you." Gandalf realized his mistake as he heard the snick of steel leaving the scabbard. Tamia let out a low laugh, as if she were used to being thought of as insignificant. As though she had heard his very thoughts. Gandalf held up his hand just as the girl flung her sword -later found out to be a rapier- over his head.

A loud thump was heard, and a piece of the black background fell forwards. A demon. Tamia let out a pure, unruffled call, and ran to retrieve her sword. Ana leapt forward, as her mortal enemies poured out of the blackness. True demons were they, not simply what she had been called by stupid Men. "Ana! Get my blade!" Tamia yelled as three large demons blocked her path to it. The swift creature leapt over their heads, grabbed the blade in her teeth, and tossed it to Tamia.

Tamia grinned fiercely as she caught the hilt, and sliced a head off. She laughed wildly, the battle rush beginning, and carelessly she advanced. The remaining two demons tried to kill her, but she dodged easily and got them both. Turning to Gandalf, she yelled, "You'd best be going, sir! These folk make no distinction between Wizard, girl, or the Madren!"

Gandalf reined Shadowfax back in shock at the mention of the ancient clan. Tamia fought on; no doubt she would win. Ana was at her side, tearing into the enemy. Yet� Gandalf needed to reach the City of Gondor. He sighed, reluctantly kicked Shadowfax forward, and galloped away into the night�

Tamia and Gandalf would meet again, on the shores of the mighty River, after the first battle against Mordor had been won. Their meeting then, however, is another story.

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