Author's Note: Hello, my dear readers! This composition is based off real events that have happened to me and those foolish enough to be acquainted with me during my college life so far (with the secret Middle-earth causes of my problems being revealed). I have a few of these tales already written, which I will be posting shortly, but I will continue to write more of them in my spare time as more things happen to me. *cringes* All stories will stand more or less on their own unless otherwise noted. Here's the prologue; I hope you enjoy, and don't forget to review!
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"My lord," the orc stammered before its master, cowering back a bit. "My lord; the target is gone."
"What?" Sauron's voice boomed, resounding through the halls of Barad-dûr. "What do you mean 'gone'?" the Dark Lord demanded of his servant.
The orc quailed again, but then straightened and did its best to deliver its information. "The spies you sent to assassinate the pathetic mortal authoress located her dwelling, but they soon discovered that she no longer lived there."
"Is that all the news you have?" Sauron asked, his tone more calculated but no less dangerous than before. "Is there any trace to the writer scum?"
"Yes," the orc croaked in its coarse voice. "The spies believe they have located the place she now resides, and they are tracking her now."
"Where is this place?"
The orc grinned evilly, as they are so apt to do. "Florida, my lord. She has gone off to college."
The Dark Lord gave a smile of his own, one far more evil and powerful than that of his slave, though since he lacked the ability to take physical form, the mind-blowingly wicked grin was lost on the orc.
"Send a group to her location," Sauron ordered. "However, I want them to change their directive. Put the assassination on hold; this opportunity is too profitable to be wasted."
"Opportunity for what?" the orc meekly inquired.
The Dark Lord repeated his evil grin, and again it was not detectable to the orc. "You know nothing of the modern world. When in college, it takes very little to make one lose his mind. Thalion Estel need not die when we can drive her over the edge of reason and into the oblivion of insanity."
The orc nodded and scurried off to carry out the order, laughing in its broken, disgusting way as it imagined how this order from Sauron would be carried out.
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The board is set, and the pieces are moving! Do you guys think I will survive the coming attacks?!
