Author's note: The only things I own are Anarion' and David so :P on your canoe.
She had seen the armies of the west march up to the gate to propose battle to the great armies of Mordor(AN: well I really shouldn't call them great but oh well) Indeed she had guessed what their purpose in marching was. It was to buy Frodo, the ring bearer, some time to climb to the cracks of doom and cast the evil thing that would cause their ruin if he were to fail into the mountain. She stared down at the army of the west very hard trying to find the father that was taken away from her all those years ago. Suddenly a flash of green caught her eye and there he was , marching at the head giving orders to the men that so willingly followed his guidance. She marveled at the fearlessness of her father wishing she was like him , though not really realizing that she was really like him , Anarion' didn't waste any time. She packed her things and prepared for a joyful reunion with her father , but then a cold thought rippled through her mind "What about the others?" Anarion'
didn't waste any time trying to persuade herself to go alone , for she knew that she must take the others. Whispering words of courage to all the deathly pale faces that awaited her orders , she prepared for the escape of herself and her fellow slaves. She came out of their small house and saw that the messenger of Sauron was making demands of the westerns for the release of Frodo. She felt a pang of heated rage well in her for the messengers trickery , but she forced herself to continue and lead all the children out of mordor. Suddenly she heard a voice call out her name , a voice that was as familiar as the sight of Mt.Doom."David?" she called out tentivly."Blazes Arrie! Your going to get yourself killed!" Anarion' smiled ruefully , David always called her by her nickname and never by her proper name. "I think you know perfectly well what my intentions are" Anarion' said. "I have to get all the children out of here" "Well, your probably the only one who I would think
capable of doing it, good luck Arrie" said David. "Good luck to yourself David" she murmered as she turned her back on the evil tower. She continued walking and she saw every thing she had grown accustomed to as she past by, it put memories long forgotten back into her mind , as if they had happened yesterday. Suddenly she thought of Frodo, This is what he must have felt like when he had left the shire she thought. As she continued walking, she heard a shriek that raised every hair on her body to its end. She slowly turned back to look at the tower, and there it was! It appeared to be melting from beneath. Then suddenly it hit her He's done it...... He's destroyed the ring. Good old Frodo! She turned her back on the scene that had met her eyes only a few seconds before and new she had changed forever and that there was no going back.
Authors note: Did you like it? Please review. Thanks for the two suggestions on fixing this up. I hope you liked this one much better. Flames will be used to fire snobby proffesional wrighters. Should I continue with a chapter about a reunion with her father or what?
She had seen the armies of the west march up to the gate to propose battle to the great armies of Mordor(AN: well I really shouldn't call them great but oh well) Indeed she had guessed what their purpose in marching was. It was to buy Frodo, the ring bearer, some time to climb to the cracks of doom and cast the evil thing that would cause their ruin if he were to fail into the mountain. She stared down at the army of the west very hard trying to find the father that was taken away from her all those years ago. Suddenly a flash of green caught her eye and there he was , marching at the head giving orders to the men that so willingly followed his guidance. She marveled at the fearlessness of her father wishing she was like him , though not really realizing that she was really like him , Anarion' didn't waste any time. She packed her things and prepared for a joyful reunion with her father , but then a cold thought rippled through her mind "What about the others?" Anarion'
didn't waste any time trying to persuade herself to go alone , for she knew that she must take the others. Whispering words of courage to all the deathly pale faces that awaited her orders , she prepared for the escape of herself and her fellow slaves. She came out of their small house and saw that the messenger of Sauron was making demands of the westerns for the release of Frodo. She felt a pang of heated rage well in her for the messengers trickery , but she forced herself to continue and lead all the children out of mordor. Suddenly she heard a voice call out her name , a voice that was as familiar as the sight of Mt.Doom."David?" she called out tentivly."Blazes Arrie! Your going to get yourself killed!" Anarion' smiled ruefully , David always called her by her nickname and never by her proper name. "I think you know perfectly well what my intentions are" Anarion' said. "I have to get all the children out of here" "Well, your probably the only one who I would think
capable of doing it, good luck Arrie" said David. "Good luck to yourself David" she murmered as she turned her back on the evil tower. She continued walking and she saw every thing she had grown accustomed to as she past by, it put memories long forgotten back into her mind , as if they had happened yesterday. Suddenly she thought of Frodo, This is what he must have felt like when he had left the shire she thought. As she continued walking, she heard a shriek that raised every hair on her body to its end. She slowly turned back to look at the tower, and there it was! It appeared to be melting from beneath. Then suddenly it hit her He's done it...... He's destroyed the ring. Good old Frodo! She turned her back on the scene that had met her eyes only a few seconds before and new she had changed forever and that there was no going back.
Authors note: Did you like it? Please review. Thanks for the two suggestions on fixing this up. I hope you liked this one much better. Flames will be used to fire snobby proffesional wrighters. Should I continue with a chapter about a reunion with her father or what?