The orc skittered to his feet , plunging feet first into the icy
water . He let out a muffled cry as he watched his death looming up to face
him . The blade struck like lightnings , in a graceful arc which severe the
head cleanly . It's headless body stood motionless for a fraction of a
second before flop down in a
heap . The water quivered with horror , and grew darker as the blood
disperse a black cloud .
She stood at the edge of the river for a moment , looking down at the body while it is being tugged north by the gentle current . Sheathing the sword in its place , she swiveled with grace and headed toward north as the gentle sun send it's last dying ray .
Marilla splashed icy water on her face , rubbing her grazed cheek thoughtfully . She looked at her own reflection beneath the moonbeam across the still water. Disheveled hair , a pair of dim eyes which are seem to large to fit in its owner's face and her cheek were sunken after a long period of poverty . She sighed and rippled the water with her finger so her image was blurred . Her thoughts were jagged pieces , muddled by uncertainty and confusion . She never questions her destiny or fate but it seems that every thing she did she was burdened by a pair of shackle of doubt dragging her every moves . She was well aware of her own subconscious tugging her mind , questioning ' Why are you doing this ? ' . Every time she tried to answer this philosophical questions , it had left her drain both emotionally from thinking and physically from pacing a never ending circle.
She was well beyond exhaustion .In fact if there was any word which could describe her feeling right now , she was more than happy to pay a generous sum to the lad who could label her with that word . Both of her arms were aching from overused in few centuries of hunting orcs , goblins and wargs . Her hair were dry like timber and she thank Valar for a second that it did not spontaneously combust . Her inner glow were diminishing rapidly fast and she was well aware that her patience for Middle Earth seems to seep out over the years .
Marilla lean against the rough pine tree , rubbing both eyes with her rough hands . She sometimes cursed herself for being elven , knowing that she will have a long unnatural life without any disease nor aging . Day after day , year after years , century after century , it had dragged on her while killing her slowly but surely .
She sighed heavily , her breast rose up and down while she consults her inner turmoil . What did she ever do to deserve this ? She watched an unnerving cheerful glow of Rivendell far on the horizon . It's brightness lit up the night , seducing stranger with it's welcoming leer . Her wavering gaze were enough to kill an orc on the spot as she spit in distaste , ' Sleep tight tonight , for I may not be here to-morrow to protect you . ' Rivendell did not answer back , only seem to sigh in content as the stars twinkled in the heavens above .
She stood at the edge of the river for a moment , looking down at the body while it is being tugged north by the gentle current . Sheathing the sword in its place , she swiveled with grace and headed toward north as the gentle sun send it's last dying ray .
Marilla splashed icy water on her face , rubbing her grazed cheek thoughtfully . She looked at her own reflection beneath the moonbeam across the still water. Disheveled hair , a pair of dim eyes which are seem to large to fit in its owner's face and her cheek were sunken after a long period of poverty . She sighed and rippled the water with her finger so her image was blurred . Her thoughts were jagged pieces , muddled by uncertainty and confusion . She never questions her destiny or fate but it seems that every thing she did she was burdened by a pair of shackle of doubt dragging her every moves . She was well aware of her own subconscious tugging her mind , questioning ' Why are you doing this ? ' . Every time she tried to answer this philosophical questions , it had left her drain both emotionally from thinking and physically from pacing a never ending circle.
She was well beyond exhaustion .In fact if there was any word which could describe her feeling right now , she was more than happy to pay a generous sum to the lad who could label her with that word . Both of her arms were aching from overused in few centuries of hunting orcs , goblins and wargs . Her hair were dry like timber and she thank Valar for a second that it did not spontaneously combust . Her inner glow were diminishing rapidly fast and she was well aware that her patience for Middle Earth seems to seep out over the years .
Marilla lean against the rough pine tree , rubbing both eyes with her rough hands . She sometimes cursed herself for being elven , knowing that she will have a long unnatural life without any disease nor aging . Day after day , year after years , century after century , it had dragged on her while killing her slowly but surely .
She sighed heavily , her breast rose up and down while she consults her inner turmoil . What did she ever do to deserve this ? She watched an unnerving cheerful glow of Rivendell far on the horizon . It's brightness lit up the night , seducing stranger with it's welcoming leer . Her wavering gaze were enough to kill an orc on the spot as she spit in distaste , ' Sleep tight tonight , for I may not be here to-morrow to protect you . ' Rivendell did not answer back , only seem to sigh in content as the stars twinkled in the heavens above .
