This is my first fanfic and I'm really excited. Life right now is super crazy with Cheerleading so please don't give up on me if the updates aren't very often but hang in there and I promise to work hard. Thank you to the people, you know who you are, who pushed me to start this story. It's been an idea in my head for a while. Enjoy.
This is a repost. Basically, I went back and took out the typos. No real change however.
Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership over what J.R.R. Tolkien's work. He is brilliant and I only wish to be as great as him one day.
Chapter One: Long Rides and Sleepless Nights
'I want her dead. Do you understand me?' The melodious voice said calmly yet forcefully.
'Yes my Lord.' The second more rough voice replied.
'Well, what are you waiting for? GO!' The wizard said with less patience.
The revolting orc turned and hastened for the door. Before he was out he turned back and asked, 'My Lord. Why are you concerned over a mere child?'
'I have seen many parts of her future. She is more powerful than she may yet know. The peoples of Middle Earth will need her more than she could ever imagine now.' The wizard said while grey, whispy smoke floated from him towards the orc standing at the door. 'Go now and kill all in the city. She must be killed.'
'Yes my Lord. It shall be done.' The orc said hurrying out the door before the mist reached him.
Blythe's eyes snapped open when she heard the urgent voice of her brother shouting for her to get up. 'What?' She mumbled sleepily in the midnight darkness.
'Blythe we have to get out now!' Damian said pulling Blythe out of her bed. Blythe shivered in the cold and wished to be back under the warm covers. Blythe could barely see Damian's face in the dark room and was frightened by his unnatural panic. Damian grabbed her arm and dragged her to the door.
'Where are we going?' Blythe asked grabbing the doorframe to stop herself.
'Orcs. Orcs are coming this way. We have to go now!' Damian shouted. Blythe trembled and turned back into her room.
'At least let me get properly clothed,' Blythe said turning to her wardrobe closet. She quickly pulled out a dress and slipped it on over her night gown. With more determination, Damian grabbed Blythe and led her into the dimly lit hall.
'Where are we going? Where are father and mother?' Blythe asked.
'I'm not sure but we have to get away. The orcs are already here. Father went to fight with the other men.' Damian answered running towards the back door of the house which led to the stables.
'What about mother?' Blythe asked again, this time more frightened.
'They. They killed her.' Blythe's heart stopped as the words resounded in her head. Blythe continued to follow her brother outside running towards the stables with an ache in the pit of her stomach.
When Blythe and Damian reached their family's stables, they saw that the orcs had begun to burn it. Blythe stifled a cry and pulled the long dagger off her brother's quiver. She slipped up behind an orc who was blocking the door and in her rage stabbed it in the back. She almost hurled as the warm blood flowed down her arm and stained her dress.
The hay in the barn was catching fire around her. Blythe could hear the horses whinnying, frantically trying to get out of their stalls. She quickly ran down the rows of stalls unlatching the bolts and opening the gates. The horses ran into the flames and out of the stable.
The last stall she came to held her most cherished horse. Velez was one of the fastest and most intelligent horses in the Riddermark. That's what her family did; they bred horses for the king and his men. Instead of running off when she opened the door, he stood waiting for her. Blythe leapt onto his back without saddling him. Velez galloped out of the stable without a command.
Blythe quickly spotted her brother who had caught one of the fleeing horses. Blythe hurried towards him and together they rode away from the burning city.
A mile away from the city Blythe and Damian stopped and turned to look back at their home. The entire city was ablaze and the cries were heard far across the flat plains. Dark, bulky shadows could barely be seen silhouetted against the bright, glowing flames. For a long time they sat there, completely silent, watching the assault on their home. After a while, Blythe saw the band of orcs coming towards them. She guessed there was at least a hundred. Damian decided that they should head for Edoras to warn Theoden, the King.
The two rode all night stopping only once or twice to walk the horses. Velez galloped steadily, being a very strong horse with much stamina, across the plains of Rohan. At dawn, Blythe could see the city of Edoras about five leagues away. The city was built on a hill and the Golden Hall could be seen for many miles on a sunny day. Blythe and Damian's tired spirits were lifted at the sight. They rode hard and fast up to the city's gate.
The guards looked down at the two youths and opened the gates. One of the guards came down and spoke with Damian privately. Damian explained what had happened the night before and requested to see the king. The guard, Keilan, escorted them to the Golden Hall. The other took their horses to the stables to be properly cared for.
The King who was still eating his breakfast had them brought to the table and served also. 'Damian and Blythe,' the King began. 'Keilan has already told me what you told him. What an ill morning to find that your sister has been killed and her children are fleeing for their lives. What of your father? Tell me, does he live?'
'Uncle, I do not know. I doubt that any others have survived.' Damian replied.
The King frowned and put down the fork that was half way to his mouth. 'Ill news indeed.' He muttered to himself. 'If you would excuse me I must speak with my counselors.' Damian and Blythe stood and bowed as the King rose and headed down the hall to a seculded room.
After breakfast Damian and Blythe were shown to the rooms prepared for them. The long ride and sleepless night had exhausted Blythe. She quickly changed out of her dirty, blood-stained dress and washed up. Almost immediately afterwards she fell asleep in the deepest sleep she felt she'd ever had.
When Blythe awoke that evening she dressed and headed to the Dining Hall for dinner. The King and his men were there talking, of all things, about her. One of the King's seers had seen part of a conversation of a wizard and an orc. He had seen when the wizard had told the orc to kill the girl and given her name, Blythe, the neice of the Theoden, King of Rohan.
They explained to Blythe that they no longer felt she was safe in Rohan and that they planned on sneaking her away to Rivendell, Home of Lord Elrond. They decided that Damian would take her on the North-South Road that took them to Tharbad where the road crossed the Greyflood. There a small party of elves would meet them and take her along the river up to Rivendell. King Theoden had already sent a message by way of a hawk up to Lord Elrond explaining what had happened.
Orcs followed Blythe and Damian for the two weeks that they travelled the road North. Velez and Fahn, Damian's horse, were still always a day ahead of the orcs.
Damian stopped at the bridge where they were to meet. Here the river was wide and deep but still clear. They had arrived a half a day early. They decided it would be best to stay there and wait for the elves. That evening while they were sitting by the fire the orcs crept up on them. In the darkness they could not see the orcs.
Suddenly Damian saw a flash from the fire's reflection in one of the orcs swords. The orcs had surrounded them and were now shouting and brandishing their swords. Damian drew his sword and raised it to the orcs. The orcs laughed and charged towards them. Blythe called the horses and pulled Damian onto Velez with her. From the extra height Blythe could see the tall, fair elves slipping out of the trees easily killing the orcs.
'Get us out of the middle of this,' Damian shouted as he hewed off the head of an orc.
Blythe pressed her heels into Velez's sides and he took off. When they reached the road an orc stepped in front of them hoping to stop the horse; instead he was trampled and Velez ran on. The leader of the orcs stepped out of the woods behind them and raised his bow. He released the arrow which flew straight into Damian's back. Damian gasped and slumped to the ground. Velez turned and Blythe jumped to the ground. Blythe hurried to her brother who was lying on the ground gasping for breath.
Blythe looked into her brother's eyes which were bright blue. She didn't know what to do; she was too shocked. She wiped the blood away from his mouth with a trembling hand. Suddenly, her brother's face flashed with terror and she turned to see what was wrong. An orc raised its club and smashed it against her abdomen. Her head was flooded with pain and she was knocked to the ground. She looked back at her brother. He was pale and was perfectly still. Blythe released a painful cry and lost consciousness.
Before the orc got another swing he had dropped to the ground, elven arrows protruding from his back. The elves had killed the last of the remaining orcs, but Blythe hadn't seen this. The elves picked up her limp body and carried her swiftly back to Rivendell.
'You fool!' The wizard shouted angrily. 'You shall know the consequence of your failure.' The orc was lifted off the floor and thrown into the stone wall.
'Master please it won't happen again,' the orc pleaded with blood pouring down his face. The wizard laughed and with a turn of his wrist the orc dropped lifeless to the floor. A minute later a very handsome man walked in. He waved his hand over the orc and it disappeared.The older wizard grinned.
'I need you to do what this witless fool could not.'
The man bowed his head and vanished; the air where he had been shimmered then stilled.
Review. Pretty please... maybe it would motivate me...
This is a repost. Basically, I went back and took out the typos. No real change however.
Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership over what J.R.R. Tolkien's work. He is brilliant and I only wish to be as great as him one day.
Chapter One: Long Rides and Sleepless Nights
'I want her dead. Do you understand me?' The melodious voice said calmly yet forcefully.
'Yes my Lord.' The second more rough voice replied.
'Well, what are you waiting for? GO!' The wizard said with less patience.
The revolting orc turned and hastened for the door. Before he was out he turned back and asked, 'My Lord. Why are you concerned over a mere child?'
'I have seen many parts of her future. She is more powerful than she may yet know. The peoples of Middle Earth will need her more than she could ever imagine now.' The wizard said while grey, whispy smoke floated from him towards the orc standing at the door. 'Go now and kill all in the city. She must be killed.'
'Yes my Lord. It shall be done.' The orc said hurrying out the door before the mist reached him.
Blythe's eyes snapped open when she heard the urgent voice of her brother shouting for her to get up. 'What?' She mumbled sleepily in the midnight darkness.
'Blythe we have to get out now!' Damian said pulling Blythe out of her bed. Blythe shivered in the cold and wished to be back under the warm covers. Blythe could barely see Damian's face in the dark room and was frightened by his unnatural panic. Damian grabbed her arm and dragged her to the door.
'Where are we going?' Blythe asked grabbing the doorframe to stop herself.
'Orcs. Orcs are coming this way. We have to go now!' Damian shouted. Blythe trembled and turned back into her room.
'At least let me get properly clothed,' Blythe said turning to her wardrobe closet. She quickly pulled out a dress and slipped it on over her night gown. With more determination, Damian grabbed Blythe and led her into the dimly lit hall.
'Where are we going? Where are father and mother?' Blythe asked.
'I'm not sure but we have to get away. The orcs are already here. Father went to fight with the other men.' Damian answered running towards the back door of the house which led to the stables.
'What about mother?' Blythe asked again, this time more frightened.
'They. They killed her.' Blythe's heart stopped as the words resounded in her head. Blythe continued to follow her brother outside running towards the stables with an ache in the pit of her stomach.
When Blythe and Damian reached their family's stables, they saw that the orcs had begun to burn it. Blythe stifled a cry and pulled the long dagger off her brother's quiver. She slipped up behind an orc who was blocking the door and in her rage stabbed it in the back. She almost hurled as the warm blood flowed down her arm and stained her dress.
The hay in the barn was catching fire around her. Blythe could hear the horses whinnying, frantically trying to get out of their stalls. She quickly ran down the rows of stalls unlatching the bolts and opening the gates. The horses ran into the flames and out of the stable.
The last stall she came to held her most cherished horse. Velez was one of the fastest and most intelligent horses in the Riddermark. That's what her family did; they bred horses for the king and his men. Instead of running off when she opened the door, he stood waiting for her. Blythe leapt onto his back without saddling him. Velez galloped out of the stable without a command.
Blythe quickly spotted her brother who had caught one of the fleeing horses. Blythe hurried towards him and together they rode away from the burning city.
A mile away from the city Blythe and Damian stopped and turned to look back at their home. The entire city was ablaze and the cries were heard far across the flat plains. Dark, bulky shadows could barely be seen silhouetted against the bright, glowing flames. For a long time they sat there, completely silent, watching the assault on their home. After a while, Blythe saw the band of orcs coming towards them. She guessed there was at least a hundred. Damian decided that they should head for Edoras to warn Theoden, the King.
The two rode all night stopping only once or twice to walk the horses. Velez galloped steadily, being a very strong horse with much stamina, across the plains of Rohan. At dawn, Blythe could see the city of Edoras about five leagues away. The city was built on a hill and the Golden Hall could be seen for many miles on a sunny day. Blythe and Damian's tired spirits were lifted at the sight. They rode hard and fast up to the city's gate.
The guards looked down at the two youths and opened the gates. One of the guards came down and spoke with Damian privately. Damian explained what had happened the night before and requested to see the king. The guard, Keilan, escorted them to the Golden Hall. The other took their horses to the stables to be properly cared for.
The King who was still eating his breakfast had them brought to the table and served also. 'Damian and Blythe,' the King began. 'Keilan has already told me what you told him. What an ill morning to find that your sister has been killed and her children are fleeing for their lives. What of your father? Tell me, does he live?'
'Uncle, I do not know. I doubt that any others have survived.' Damian replied.
The King frowned and put down the fork that was half way to his mouth. 'Ill news indeed.' He muttered to himself. 'If you would excuse me I must speak with my counselors.' Damian and Blythe stood and bowed as the King rose and headed down the hall to a seculded room.
After breakfast Damian and Blythe were shown to the rooms prepared for them. The long ride and sleepless night had exhausted Blythe. She quickly changed out of her dirty, blood-stained dress and washed up. Almost immediately afterwards she fell asleep in the deepest sleep she felt she'd ever had.
When Blythe awoke that evening she dressed and headed to the Dining Hall for dinner. The King and his men were there talking, of all things, about her. One of the King's seers had seen part of a conversation of a wizard and an orc. He had seen when the wizard had told the orc to kill the girl and given her name, Blythe, the neice of the Theoden, King of Rohan.
They explained to Blythe that they no longer felt she was safe in Rohan and that they planned on sneaking her away to Rivendell, Home of Lord Elrond. They decided that Damian would take her on the North-South Road that took them to Tharbad where the road crossed the Greyflood. There a small party of elves would meet them and take her along the river up to Rivendell. King Theoden had already sent a message by way of a hawk up to Lord Elrond explaining what had happened.
Orcs followed Blythe and Damian for the two weeks that they travelled the road North. Velez and Fahn, Damian's horse, were still always a day ahead of the orcs.
Damian stopped at the bridge where they were to meet. Here the river was wide and deep but still clear. They had arrived a half a day early. They decided it would be best to stay there and wait for the elves. That evening while they were sitting by the fire the orcs crept up on them. In the darkness they could not see the orcs.
Suddenly Damian saw a flash from the fire's reflection in one of the orcs swords. The orcs had surrounded them and were now shouting and brandishing their swords. Damian drew his sword and raised it to the orcs. The orcs laughed and charged towards them. Blythe called the horses and pulled Damian onto Velez with her. From the extra height Blythe could see the tall, fair elves slipping out of the trees easily killing the orcs.
'Get us out of the middle of this,' Damian shouted as he hewed off the head of an orc.
Blythe pressed her heels into Velez's sides and he took off. When they reached the road an orc stepped in front of them hoping to stop the horse; instead he was trampled and Velez ran on. The leader of the orcs stepped out of the woods behind them and raised his bow. He released the arrow which flew straight into Damian's back. Damian gasped and slumped to the ground. Velez turned and Blythe jumped to the ground. Blythe hurried to her brother who was lying on the ground gasping for breath.
Blythe looked into her brother's eyes which were bright blue. She didn't know what to do; she was too shocked. She wiped the blood away from his mouth with a trembling hand. Suddenly, her brother's face flashed with terror and she turned to see what was wrong. An orc raised its club and smashed it against her abdomen. Her head was flooded with pain and she was knocked to the ground. She looked back at her brother. He was pale and was perfectly still. Blythe released a painful cry and lost consciousness.
Before the orc got another swing he had dropped to the ground, elven arrows protruding from his back. The elves had killed the last of the remaining orcs, but Blythe hadn't seen this. The elves picked up her limp body and carried her swiftly back to Rivendell.
'You fool!' The wizard shouted angrily. 'You shall know the consequence of your failure.' The orc was lifted off the floor and thrown into the stone wall.
'Master please it won't happen again,' the orc pleaded with blood pouring down his face. The wizard laughed and with a turn of his wrist the orc dropped lifeless to the floor. A minute later a very handsome man walked in. He waved his hand over the orc and it disappeared.The older wizard grinned.
'I need you to do what this witless fool could not.'
The man bowed his head and vanished; the air where he had been shimmered then stilled.
Review. Pretty please... maybe it would motivate me...