Disclaimer ~ I would really love to own LOTR, but sadly I don't and never will.
Author's Note ~ This fic is the first in a series of LOTR stories. There are a few people I would like to dedicate the series and its stories to, so before I will begin I will list the people and state the reason for choosing them.
Ty/TD/Kara/Kate/Ben/Faith/Davis/Melissa ~ For your constant support and friendship and always being truthful and honest with your opinions about my stories and helping me to make them better and myself a better person. Thank you.
Erica/Android 71/Rosalyn Angel ~ For your support in convincing me to do this story series and always telling it should be put up. I hope you and others enjoy it.
Cassia/Sio ~ For inspiring me with your own 'Mellon Chronicles' series to write my own series. I so look forward to reading more stories from my series, I just hope you enjoy mine too.
There are a whole load of others I'd like to thank, but there's really too many to name and even if I did, I'm sure I'd forget to add several names so it's best if I don't name them. However, I'm sure you know who you are. ^_~
Summary ~ Sauron has regained the One ring and plunged Middle-Earth into darkness. There is only one thing that can save the future, one hope left to defeat Sauron for good, and that hope has been thought dead for over eight years…
Well, all that's left for me to say is…I hope you enjoy this story and the others to come! Read on!
The Lord Of The Rings
The Oracle Of Hope
Chapter 1-How It Is; In The Darkness
It should not have been like this.
The darkness. The destruction. The terror. The Deaths. The never-ending night.
This wasn't how it was all supposed to be. It shouldn't all end like this.
The One ring has found its master once more.
The beginning of the end was now, so all feared.
But within the depths of darkness, there still remains a light.
Like a tiny spark of fire, it is upon the knife-edge but it still lives.
Over time it shall continue to grow in secret, under the demon lord's flaming eye that sees all.
Hidden from evil it shall return to those who thought it was lost.
He will bring chaos to order, entrapment to freedom, shadows to light, death to life.
He is the Oracle of Hope.
The screams, the sheer horrific terror or those tormented and twisted screams as easy victims were tortured, even to the doors of death.
Pippin wished they would he could go with them too.
Anything to the end those cries from echoing inside his head.
Pippin was curled up in the corner of his prison cell in the large dungeon, his eyes squeezed shut though streams of tears could easily get through and slide down his pale cheeks. Sam was kneeling over him with his hands claimed tightly over Pippin's ears, trying badly to keep his friend from hearing the sickening sounds of horror.
Both hobbits were shaking and could not stop. Almost every second of every day for the past 8 years they had had to suffer this anguish and the added hell of themselves hearing their own screams as they were beaten and tortured by the orcs that held them here on the orders of the dark lord himself.
They both knew that the orcs had been specifically told that they could put them both through whatever hell they wished to place them upon, as along as they weren't killed. They knew too that their friends were suffering the same fate and all wished for death to take them.
Sam knew Pippin definitely wished it would. His hobbit companion had almost given up all hope that this nightmare would end and had probably given up hope already that any of their friends were still alive. But Sam himself, even after all these years, he was not one to give up. Frodo had taught him that. He remembered the struggles they had encountered, especially when they were journeying together to Mordor. Frodo had never given up before and Sam had always been by his side to support him.
Sam grimaced and shut his eyes tightly as he was brought back to reality by another scream. He felt Pippin curled even more under him, among the screams he could hear him whimper and sob.
"I wish it would all end. I wish they would kill me and get it all other with instead of just living out each day hearing the dying cries of the innocent."
Sam looked at him for a moment before a flash of determination flooded his eyes. He grabbed Pippin by shoulders and turned him so both could see each other's eyes.
"Don't say that Pippin!" Sam said sharply. "Don't say that again!"
Pippin stared into his friend's eyes, seeing the strength still left within them and admiring them. His own eyes were filled with an endless fear and submission. When seeing this, Sam spoke more gently, but still loud enough for Pippin to hear him.
"After all that has happened, I know it's very hard, but we must not give up on hope. We must not submit to darkness or be overcome with evil. You Know Pippin, Merry would say the same."
Pippin swallowed hard and gave a nod. Sam smiled and held his friend's hands tightly.
"Somehow Pippin, we'll see the sunlight again from outside this prison."
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"No! You can not go! Please!"
"Listen to your heart, what does it say?"
A moment of silence passed between the two beings under the stars.
"It says you have to leave to where the heart of darkness lays."
"Then that is the path I take. My time of waiting and hiding from the world is over. I do not wish to leave you, but you know I must do this."
Her long dark hair fell with her head, her chin resting on her chest. Yes she knew he had to go and she wished she could go, but she knew his road was one she could not follow. Tears fell from her eyes like pearls tumbling from a broken chain. A firm yet gentle hand slide under her chin, lifting her face so her eyes could stare into his.
"A part of me will stay with you, always remember that. A part of me is locked deep into your heart and that can never be taken away from you. A part of me will remain with you, with you both, always."
Slowly he leaned down and kissed her softly, both on lips and cheek. His hand slipped through her delicate hair and her hand fell from his face.
"Farewell."
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The stars were brighter tonight.
That was the first thing Merry noticed as he stared out the tiny barred window. There wasn't much difference, but having spent every night for the past 8 years staring at the stars, he could see it.
He didn't understand what it meant, if it did mean anything. He hoped it meant something good, but he was afraid to believe for the possibility he was building up false hopes, but he couldn't help but wish.
Merry's thoughts then went back to his cousin. Droplets of water welled in his eyes but he rubbed them away with his hand. His gaze then returned to the stars and his mind to Pippin.
He had not seen him for 8 long years and the constant worrying about him drove him crazy. He didn't know if was even alive, but his heart kept telling him he was so held that hope. Whenever he felt pain during his slavery work, he knew Pippin was feeling pain too and he cried for it.
Sometimes when he looked at the stars he cried for a different reason.
Aragorn had been standing right next to him when Sauron had attacked him. He remembered a bright flash of pure white light then twisting around and hearing horror filled cry from Legolas. His eyes widened as they settled upon Aragorn's unmoving body on the ash-covered ground, blood pouring from deep stab wound in his stomach and more blood dripping down his head. Next he remembered screaming along with his other hobbit friends and running over, falling to his knees next to Legolas, who was trying to revive their fallen friend. When he saw the damage, there was no doubt in his mind that Aragorn was dead. He turned his head slowly to look at the others and he would never forget the look frozen on Frodo's face and the chilled horror and panic in his eyes. The last thing he remembered was hearing Sauron's laugh of evil triumph then everything went black.
He dared not his mind to remember what happened after that, for tears were already falling down his face and on to the cold, hard prison floor.
As he stared at the stars once more he cried; cried for Pippin, for his other friends and for Aragorn.
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Blood.
Blood stained upon his hands.
That was the image he remembered the most.
The blood of his friend spread across his fingers and palms almost like water.
His life essence was marked upon him as it much as it was marked upon the ground where he had fell. His bitter tears marked the same places as well as the still body.
Within the darkness of his 8 years so far hell, he constantly thought about what had happened back then. How he had watched the dark lord Sauron slay Aragorn right in front of there eyes. He remembered his scream and when he ran it seemed like an eternity though it was but a mere few seconds.
The orcs needn't torture him; his own mind was torturing him.
He was sat curled into a corner of his prison cell, arms wrapped around his knees, drawing them to lay upon his chest and his head rested on them, his long blonde hair nearly touching the floor. His eyes were dull and clouded, filled with grief, sorrow and loss. It was a wonder why he had lived so far when his grief was so big it overwhelmed him.
He didn't know and some part of him didn't care, but another part of him wished it would take him. He did not want to live anymore, not like this. It wasn't living at all.
There were no windows, not even a tiny one, where he was kept. He was banished to a world of darkness and despair.
That darkness would only keep growing around his heart he knew and eventually it would take him.
But what Legolas did not know was that upon that night, everything would change…
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Okay short first chapter, but there's tonnes more to come and I have worked up an awesome ending! I really think you'll love it! Please reply and tell me what you think!
Author's Note ~ This fic is the first in a series of LOTR stories. There are a few people I would like to dedicate the series and its stories to, so before I will begin I will list the people and state the reason for choosing them.
Ty/TD/Kara/Kate/Ben/Faith/Davis/Melissa ~ For your constant support and friendship and always being truthful and honest with your opinions about my stories and helping me to make them better and myself a better person. Thank you.
Erica/Android 71/Rosalyn Angel ~ For your support in convincing me to do this story series and always telling it should be put up. I hope you and others enjoy it.
Cassia/Sio ~ For inspiring me with your own 'Mellon Chronicles' series to write my own series. I so look forward to reading more stories from my series, I just hope you enjoy mine too.
There are a whole load of others I'd like to thank, but there's really too many to name and even if I did, I'm sure I'd forget to add several names so it's best if I don't name them. However, I'm sure you know who you are. ^_~
Summary ~ Sauron has regained the One ring and plunged Middle-Earth into darkness. There is only one thing that can save the future, one hope left to defeat Sauron for good, and that hope has been thought dead for over eight years…
Well, all that's left for me to say is…I hope you enjoy this story and the others to come! Read on!
The Lord Of The Rings
The Oracle Of Hope
Chapter 1-How It Is; In The Darkness
It should not have been like this.
The darkness. The destruction. The terror. The Deaths. The never-ending night.
This wasn't how it was all supposed to be. It shouldn't all end like this.
The One ring has found its master once more.
The beginning of the end was now, so all feared.
But within the depths of darkness, there still remains a light.
Like a tiny spark of fire, it is upon the knife-edge but it still lives.
Over time it shall continue to grow in secret, under the demon lord's flaming eye that sees all.
Hidden from evil it shall return to those who thought it was lost.
He will bring chaos to order, entrapment to freedom, shadows to light, death to life.
He is the Oracle of Hope.
The screams, the sheer horrific terror or those tormented and twisted screams as easy victims were tortured, even to the doors of death.
Pippin wished they would he could go with them too.
Anything to the end those cries from echoing inside his head.
Pippin was curled up in the corner of his prison cell in the large dungeon, his eyes squeezed shut though streams of tears could easily get through and slide down his pale cheeks. Sam was kneeling over him with his hands claimed tightly over Pippin's ears, trying badly to keep his friend from hearing the sickening sounds of horror.
Both hobbits were shaking and could not stop. Almost every second of every day for the past 8 years they had had to suffer this anguish and the added hell of themselves hearing their own screams as they were beaten and tortured by the orcs that held them here on the orders of the dark lord himself.
They both knew that the orcs had been specifically told that they could put them both through whatever hell they wished to place them upon, as along as they weren't killed. They knew too that their friends were suffering the same fate and all wished for death to take them.
Sam knew Pippin definitely wished it would. His hobbit companion had almost given up all hope that this nightmare would end and had probably given up hope already that any of their friends were still alive. But Sam himself, even after all these years, he was not one to give up. Frodo had taught him that. He remembered the struggles they had encountered, especially when they were journeying together to Mordor. Frodo had never given up before and Sam had always been by his side to support him.
Sam grimaced and shut his eyes tightly as he was brought back to reality by another scream. He felt Pippin curled even more under him, among the screams he could hear him whimper and sob.
"I wish it would all end. I wish they would kill me and get it all other with instead of just living out each day hearing the dying cries of the innocent."
Sam looked at him for a moment before a flash of determination flooded his eyes. He grabbed Pippin by shoulders and turned him so both could see each other's eyes.
"Don't say that Pippin!" Sam said sharply. "Don't say that again!"
Pippin stared into his friend's eyes, seeing the strength still left within them and admiring them. His own eyes were filled with an endless fear and submission. When seeing this, Sam spoke more gently, but still loud enough for Pippin to hear him.
"After all that has happened, I know it's very hard, but we must not give up on hope. We must not submit to darkness or be overcome with evil. You Know Pippin, Merry would say the same."
Pippin swallowed hard and gave a nod. Sam smiled and held his friend's hands tightly.
"Somehow Pippin, we'll see the sunlight again from outside this prison."
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"No! You can not go! Please!"
"Listen to your heart, what does it say?"
A moment of silence passed between the two beings under the stars.
"It says you have to leave to where the heart of darkness lays."
"Then that is the path I take. My time of waiting and hiding from the world is over. I do not wish to leave you, but you know I must do this."
Her long dark hair fell with her head, her chin resting on her chest. Yes she knew he had to go and she wished she could go, but she knew his road was one she could not follow. Tears fell from her eyes like pearls tumbling from a broken chain. A firm yet gentle hand slide under her chin, lifting her face so her eyes could stare into his.
"A part of me will stay with you, always remember that. A part of me is locked deep into your heart and that can never be taken away from you. A part of me will remain with you, with you both, always."
Slowly he leaned down and kissed her softly, both on lips and cheek. His hand slipped through her delicate hair and her hand fell from his face.
"Farewell."
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The stars were brighter tonight.
That was the first thing Merry noticed as he stared out the tiny barred window. There wasn't much difference, but having spent every night for the past 8 years staring at the stars, he could see it.
He didn't understand what it meant, if it did mean anything. He hoped it meant something good, but he was afraid to believe for the possibility he was building up false hopes, but he couldn't help but wish.
Merry's thoughts then went back to his cousin. Droplets of water welled in his eyes but he rubbed them away with his hand. His gaze then returned to the stars and his mind to Pippin.
He had not seen him for 8 long years and the constant worrying about him drove him crazy. He didn't know if was even alive, but his heart kept telling him he was so held that hope. Whenever he felt pain during his slavery work, he knew Pippin was feeling pain too and he cried for it.
Sometimes when he looked at the stars he cried for a different reason.
Aragorn had been standing right next to him when Sauron had attacked him. He remembered a bright flash of pure white light then twisting around and hearing horror filled cry from Legolas. His eyes widened as they settled upon Aragorn's unmoving body on the ash-covered ground, blood pouring from deep stab wound in his stomach and more blood dripping down his head. Next he remembered screaming along with his other hobbit friends and running over, falling to his knees next to Legolas, who was trying to revive their fallen friend. When he saw the damage, there was no doubt in his mind that Aragorn was dead. He turned his head slowly to look at the others and he would never forget the look frozen on Frodo's face and the chilled horror and panic in his eyes. The last thing he remembered was hearing Sauron's laugh of evil triumph then everything went black.
He dared not his mind to remember what happened after that, for tears were already falling down his face and on to the cold, hard prison floor.
As he stared at the stars once more he cried; cried for Pippin, for his other friends and for Aragorn.
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Blood.
Blood stained upon his hands.
That was the image he remembered the most.
The blood of his friend spread across his fingers and palms almost like water.
His life essence was marked upon him as it much as it was marked upon the ground where he had fell. His bitter tears marked the same places as well as the still body.
Within the darkness of his 8 years so far hell, he constantly thought about what had happened back then. How he had watched the dark lord Sauron slay Aragorn right in front of there eyes. He remembered his scream and when he ran it seemed like an eternity though it was but a mere few seconds.
The orcs needn't torture him; his own mind was torturing him.
He was sat curled into a corner of his prison cell, arms wrapped around his knees, drawing them to lay upon his chest and his head rested on them, his long blonde hair nearly touching the floor. His eyes were dull and clouded, filled with grief, sorrow and loss. It was a wonder why he had lived so far when his grief was so big it overwhelmed him.
He didn't know and some part of him didn't care, but another part of him wished it would take him. He did not want to live anymore, not like this. It wasn't living at all.
There were no windows, not even a tiny one, where he was kept. He was banished to a world of darkness and despair.
That darkness would only keep growing around his heart he knew and eventually it would take him.
But what Legolas did not know was that upon that night, everything would change…
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Okay short first chapter, but there's tonnes more to come and I have worked up an awesome ending! I really think you'll love it! Please reply and tell me what you think!