The Silver Phoenix
Away. That was all I could have thought of. To get away. My breath came in huffs as my black stallion raced away from the burning kingdom. I coughed, trying to hold back a sob, failing miserably. Urging Urinel faster, I looked back to see the black dragon standing over the ashes of the kingdom of Ohtatimeáro. I turned to the way to Imladris, where I may get help.
My mind was whirling. I could still feel the hot breath of fire from the dragon's jaws, still hear the screams of my people, and him telling me to flee for my life, still see the bloody lifeless body of my sister on the marble floor. A sob broke loose as I vowed I would kill every corrupted dragon that crossed my path.
The 15th member of the company of Thorin Oakinshield has long been forgotten by those who live in middle earth today, but to those who knew her as a friend and companion will never forget what she has done for them and who she was. This is her story, the story of the protector, from ancient race of Warriors, the Phoenix of the Silver Moon.
Born from blood of blood,
Created at the dawn of time,
Is the first of the Süikenù;
Spirit of the Stars,
Guardian of Middle-Earth,
Behold the Silver Phoenix.
Edit: I know this is a bit on the stereotype and completely pathetic, so be glad to know that I plan on writing a re-write that runs a bit more parallel with Tolkien Mythology
There is a brief romance. Mild violence. Read at your own risk. I would say it is fit for all ages.