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Well, I hope everyone likes it and thank you to all of my reviewers! You are awesome! Well, here goes Part II! And, as always, reviews are welcome and I am totally open to constructive criticism, just as long as you're not flaming at me.
Pain. Loneliness. Fear. Sorrow. These are the things intended for Faramir. The assassin wanted to make the steward's death slow and painful, making every minute of it torture.
Since Callisto didn't finish him and his filthy little friend off when he had the chance, it looks like I'll just have to do it myself. He was always a softie. Couldn't take a life.
A glittering blade fell across the sharpening wheel, sending sparks flying into the dark sky. She caught a glowing ember in the palm of her hand, feeling the heat radiating off it. She watched the light dancing across her hand. No, the heat did not scald her slender fingers. She had tamed fire long ago.
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Aragorn swallowed the lump in his throat and forced himself to look at his friend. He did not know why, but the Ranger, ever since he had laid eyes on the man, had been afraid of him. Not afraid like cowering behind a rock when he came near, but afraid like getting shivers up your spine when you saw him. He had felt that there had been more to him than meets the eye, as if some kind of sleeping evil were ready to awaken at the slightest signal. Even so much as the mention of the man's name caused a small flame of fear to spark inside Aragorn's heart.
He glanced up and saw worry lines creasing Legolas' face, making him start out of his reverie. He fought back the chills that threatened to crawl up his back and refused to give in to the sudden urge to look behind him to make sure danger was not near.
"Aragorn? Are you well?" His elf friend seemed to move forward, then hesitate, as if his help would be refused. He was right.
Aragorn nodded and took a step away from Legolas' helping hands. He did not need help of any sort, and he felt fine. Stop this, Aragorn! You are acting childish. You cannot let a dead man scare you. But the Ranger felt that it wasn't Callisto that scared him, but something much, much deeper. Something darker and more evil than Sauron himself.
All right, everyone. Technically this wasn't a chapter…more of a…prologue. So, I hope you liked it! The first chapter should be up within the week. :)
REVIEW REPLIES
These are the replies from the last chapter of Hunting Orc Part I.
tommyginger: THANK YOU SO MUCH! If you wouldn't have pointed that stuff out, then I would have gone on to other stories and kept writing wrong. About the whole travelling from Ithilien to Rivendell thing…well, yeah…I knew it would take long, but I wasn't really focusing on that specific part of the story. I didn't want to completely exclude it, but just make it small. But I really should have made it longer, though. And the whole Elrond taking care of Aragorn first thing….um…yeah…no excuses. That was one of the worst flub ups of my several hundred. And thanks for the A, totally appreciate that. And keep giving me constructive criticism please! 'Cause it seems that no one else will, and I really welcome that to help my writing. Reviewers that give you tips and pointers are usually the best kind! Thanks for reading and reviewing!
KatieElizabethGrace: Welcome! I see this is your first review, though you may have been reading this for a while. I'm so glad you like it! And 1. I have a friend named Katie, 2. Elizabeth is the same name as Elizabeth from Pirates of the Caribbean, and 3. Heeheeheee, don't tell, but my real name is Grace. Thanks for reading and reviewing!
2000Aerobars: Thanks for the advice! And, yeah, I guess I did let my excitement get the best of me. I should have slowed down a bit. Thanks for reading and reviewing!
Please everyone give me as much constructive criticism as you can manage, 'cause I really want the sequel to be better than the first one. Thank you! :)
