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BROKEN PROMISES
A Lord of the Rings fanfic by Cirrus
Chapter One - A Flashback
*Legal Notice: The Tolkien family legally owns the LotR copyright.
I wish I did, but I don't, so some of the things
in this story are not mine. Most of them are, however,
since the story isn't related to the actual novels at
all. It takes place in Middle Earth, and it does have
Gandalf as a character. Anyway, don't plagiarize.
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Kir, the radiant young boy, embraced his father as he cheered happily.
"Father, are we really going to slay a DRAGON?!"
The experienced mercenary and father, Gordon, laughed and nodded. "Yes, son,
we are. We'll get to keep a good fifth of the treasures the wyrm has stolen,
and we'll be rewarded with quite a bit of land. We can build a mansion!"
The boy squeaked in rapture, his optimistic little self never considering
what would happen if things went wrong.
Gordon, a swordsman by nature, had agreed to team up with a young wizard
named Prystin. Since Kir had no place to go, a teenage servant was also to
be hired to look after the boy on the long journey. After all of the monetary
issues were taken care of, the servant, named Kanos, was happy to tag along.
The dragon had taken the Misty Mountains as his lair, and they were residing
in Minas Tirith at the time. Their plan was to make a straight journey to
Edoras, where they would rest up and cut quickly through the mountains and
head north to Rivendell. After resting here, they would enter the mountains.
After locating the wyrm's chambers, Kir and Kanos would wait outside while
Gordon and Prystin would hopefully slay the small dragon.
The dragon had been terrorizing some of the small villages around the area,
and whoever could kill it would receive one-fifth of the dragon's thefts
and a great amount of land. Gordon was a poor man that desperately needed
the wealth. The quiet Prystin clearly wanted the money, and planned to
start life as in aristocrat back in Minas Tirith. If one of the two should
die in the skirmish, then it was agreed upon by both that the survivor would
take all of the rewards.
So this was their plan, and it went smoothly. The four were greeted with a
warm welcome at Rivendell, and they stayed there for two months. Kir and
Kanos would be absorbed and amazed with the festivity of the elvenkind, and
Gordon would look on their robust faces and bellow a great, happy laugh while
Prystin watched with blank emotion.
One night, the four were gathered around their table in the dining hall.
Gordon and Kanos, across from each other, were having a friendly debate
about elven politics. Kir didn't realize that he was staring at the
mysterious Prystin until it was too late.
Prystin caught the boy's gaze and stared back, looking somewhat irritated.
Kir gasped in fear as a fire of hatred rose in the mage's eyes. He blinked
away and turned to look at the dancing elves.
Soon their journey began again, and they were in the Misty Mountains,
peering down a great hall carved into the belly of the mountain. At the
end of this hall, they could see a flickering light cast by a fire. Gordon
nodded. "This is it," he said. "That is the wyrm's chamber."
Moments later, Gordon and Prystin were walking slowly down the corridor while
Kir and Kanos were camped outside the opening.
Kir looked up. "Kanos, what if they die?"
"They won't, Kir."
"But what if they do?"
Kanos looked into the boy's eyes and chuckled. "Then I suppose the beast
would furiously charge down the hall and cook us both with one breath."
Kir shuddered, but Kanos reassured him. "I'm joking, Kir. It's a small
dragon. I doubt that it's going to hurt anyone."
"It hurt all the townspeople, didn't it?"
Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by a piercing howl, obviously
from Kir's father. Kir leaped up and bolted down the hall. Kanos screamed
after him and followed.
Kir arrived just in time to look down into the dragon's chamber and see
Prystin cast a spell of submission on Gordon. Gordon froze and dropped his
blade, unable to move. The dragon, previously blinded with magic, stumbled
forward to the helpless Gordon. Kir's father screamed again. Kir watched
as the dragon swung his massive tail, and it connected with Gordon's chest.
Kir heard his father's bones snap from where he was standing.
Gordon was slammed into the wall, and by that time, his eyes were closed;
never to open again.
While the blinded dragon was still distracted from Gordon's corpse, Prystin
had picked up Gordon's blade and quietly walked over to the wyrm. With a
shout of victory, he lunged forward and plunged the blade deep within the
dragon's neck. It let out a weak, surprised scream as it dropped to the
ground. Prystin ripped the blade out and gazed triumphantly down at the
two dead bodies, one of man and one of dragon.
Kir screamed at Prystin. "You killed him! You killed my father!" Kanos
ran up behind the boy.
Prystin shouted, "The dragon killed him! I'm sorry, boy..."
Kir turned to Kanos and screamed, "He's lying! He killed off my father so
he could get all the riches!"
Kanos knelt and contained Kir, whispering calm words into his ear and feeling
the boy's tears on his shoulder. Prystin dropped Gordon's blade and left the
chamber. Kir pushed Kanos away, lifted his father's sword, and walked to
Gordon, looking down at him and screaming for him.
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Hmm...to me, it looks good so far. I'll continue it if I get a review or two.
-Cirrus
BROKEN PROMISES
A Lord of the Rings fanfic by Cirrus
Chapter One - A Flashback
*Legal Notice: The Tolkien family legally owns the LotR copyright.
I wish I did, but I don't, so some of the things
in this story are not mine. Most of them are, however,
since the story isn't related to the actual novels at
all. It takes place in Middle Earth, and it does have
Gandalf as a character. Anyway, don't plagiarize.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Kir, the radiant young boy, embraced his father as he cheered happily.
"Father, are we really going to slay a DRAGON?!"
The experienced mercenary and father, Gordon, laughed and nodded. "Yes, son,
we are. We'll get to keep a good fifth of the treasures the wyrm has stolen,
and we'll be rewarded with quite a bit of land. We can build a mansion!"
The boy squeaked in rapture, his optimistic little self never considering
what would happen if things went wrong.
Gordon, a swordsman by nature, had agreed to team up with a young wizard
named Prystin. Since Kir had no place to go, a teenage servant was also to
be hired to look after the boy on the long journey. After all of the monetary
issues were taken care of, the servant, named Kanos, was happy to tag along.
The dragon had taken the Misty Mountains as his lair, and they were residing
in Minas Tirith at the time. Their plan was to make a straight journey to
Edoras, where they would rest up and cut quickly through the mountains and
head north to Rivendell. After resting here, they would enter the mountains.
After locating the wyrm's chambers, Kir and Kanos would wait outside while
Gordon and Prystin would hopefully slay the small dragon.
The dragon had been terrorizing some of the small villages around the area,
and whoever could kill it would receive one-fifth of the dragon's thefts
and a great amount of land. Gordon was a poor man that desperately needed
the wealth. The quiet Prystin clearly wanted the money, and planned to
start life as in aristocrat back in Minas Tirith. If one of the two should
die in the skirmish, then it was agreed upon by both that the survivor would
take all of the rewards.
So this was their plan, and it went smoothly. The four were greeted with a
warm welcome at Rivendell, and they stayed there for two months. Kir and
Kanos would be absorbed and amazed with the festivity of the elvenkind, and
Gordon would look on their robust faces and bellow a great, happy laugh while
Prystin watched with blank emotion.
One night, the four were gathered around their table in the dining hall.
Gordon and Kanos, across from each other, were having a friendly debate
about elven politics. Kir didn't realize that he was staring at the
mysterious Prystin until it was too late.
Prystin caught the boy's gaze and stared back, looking somewhat irritated.
Kir gasped in fear as a fire of hatred rose in the mage's eyes. He blinked
away and turned to look at the dancing elves.
Soon their journey began again, and they were in the Misty Mountains,
peering down a great hall carved into the belly of the mountain. At the
end of this hall, they could see a flickering light cast by a fire. Gordon
nodded. "This is it," he said. "That is the wyrm's chamber."
Moments later, Gordon and Prystin were walking slowly down the corridor while
Kir and Kanos were camped outside the opening.
Kir looked up. "Kanos, what if they die?"
"They won't, Kir."
"But what if they do?"
Kanos looked into the boy's eyes and chuckled. "Then I suppose the beast
would furiously charge down the hall and cook us both with one breath."
Kir shuddered, but Kanos reassured him. "I'm joking, Kir. It's a small
dragon. I doubt that it's going to hurt anyone."
"It hurt all the townspeople, didn't it?"
Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by a piercing howl, obviously
from Kir's father. Kir leaped up and bolted down the hall. Kanos screamed
after him and followed.
Kir arrived just in time to look down into the dragon's chamber and see
Prystin cast a spell of submission on Gordon. Gordon froze and dropped his
blade, unable to move. The dragon, previously blinded with magic, stumbled
forward to the helpless Gordon. Kir's father screamed again. Kir watched
as the dragon swung his massive tail, and it connected with Gordon's chest.
Kir heard his father's bones snap from where he was standing.
Gordon was slammed into the wall, and by that time, his eyes were closed;
never to open again.
While the blinded dragon was still distracted from Gordon's corpse, Prystin
had picked up Gordon's blade and quietly walked over to the wyrm. With a
shout of victory, he lunged forward and plunged the blade deep within the
dragon's neck. It let out a weak, surprised scream as it dropped to the
ground. Prystin ripped the blade out and gazed triumphantly down at the
two dead bodies, one of man and one of dragon.
Kir screamed at Prystin. "You killed him! You killed my father!" Kanos
ran up behind the boy.
Prystin shouted, "The dragon killed him! I'm sorry, boy..."
Kir turned to Kanos and screamed, "He's lying! He killed off my father so
he could get all the riches!"
Kanos knelt and contained Kir, whispering calm words into his ear and feeling
the boy's tears on his shoulder. Prystin dropped Gordon's blade and left the
chamber. Kir pushed Kanos away, lifted his father's sword, and walked to
Gordon, looking down at him and screaming for him.
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Hmm...to me, it looks good so far. I'll continue it if I get a review or two.
-Cirrus