Oh hi people!!!!!!!!!!! So this is my new fan fiction, Shadowed Twilight. My co-author, Legolas Greenleaf is going to be showing up within the next chapter. (Hundreds of obsessed fangirls scream.) Hey, he is MINE!!!!!! Okay, so here it is. Don't flame my first chapter, they always suck, but my second will be infinitely better. So here goes nothing!!!!!!
The wind whispered through the trees, not disturbing the many animals and men inside it. Three soldiers in particular were sitting lazily in a telain, two of which impatiently waiting for the end of their shift. The other, sitting apart from the others, was looking away from the forest, staring at the field beyond. After an hour, a storm picked up, and rain covered anything outside the shady protection of the mallorn trees. The first guard turned to his brothers, one of which was complaining of the bad conditions.
"I can't wait to get off," Orophin grumbled. "Stew and a warm bed would suit me just fine." His brother laughed.
"I believe that you chose the wrong occupation, brother." Rumil smiled. "What is bothering you, Haldir?" He asked, noticing his brothers' stony disposition.
"Nothing, despite the fact that Orophin will not cease to complain about the occupation that he himself chose." He smiled faintly. Usually, Orophin would have made a smart remark to his brothers teasing, but the elf was busy staring out of the trees, into the field beyond.
"What?" Rumil asked, leaning forward for a better view. The occupied elf shook his head.
"Do you see that?" He asked, indicating to a blur at the mountain's edge of the field.
Haldir gazed at the shape. "It's a horse and rider." He explained to his brothers. The shape was coming on to the forest fast, and the Marchwardens didn't have time to see who was riding the coal-black gelding before it reached the edge of the forest. The men held their breath, and jumped out of the tree to intercept the rider.
Athenia nudged her black stallions sides. "Niro Lim Mandarb." She murmured. She felt her strength failing fast, but she knew that Caras Galadhon, and the forests of Lothorien were near. "I must get to Galadriel and Celeborn." She whispered to herself. She suddenly saw white flashes before her eyes, and faded into shadow.
Haldir jumped out of the telain, and caught the rider as he fell. He glanced down in shock. The rider was a female elf, her long raven hair almost sweeping the ground. He felt metal beside his arm, and raised an eyebrow when he realized it was the belt of an intricately designed sword. "We need to get her to Caras Galadhon." He said to his brothers, noticing a long, jagged, and rather bloody cut across her ribs.
"Are you going to take the-" Rumil stopped when he realized that his brother had already mounted the large coal colored warhorse, and was galloping to the inner city.
A/N: Okay, first chapter. A little boring, but the next one will be better.
Like it, hate it, hit the little button in the corner and review anyway.
The wind whispered through the trees, not disturbing the many animals and men inside it. Three soldiers in particular were sitting lazily in a telain, two of which impatiently waiting for the end of their shift. The other, sitting apart from the others, was looking away from the forest, staring at the field beyond. After an hour, a storm picked up, and rain covered anything outside the shady protection of the mallorn trees. The first guard turned to his brothers, one of which was complaining of the bad conditions.
"I can't wait to get off," Orophin grumbled. "Stew and a warm bed would suit me just fine." His brother laughed.
"I believe that you chose the wrong occupation, brother." Rumil smiled. "What is bothering you, Haldir?" He asked, noticing his brothers' stony disposition.
"Nothing, despite the fact that Orophin will not cease to complain about the occupation that he himself chose." He smiled faintly. Usually, Orophin would have made a smart remark to his brothers teasing, but the elf was busy staring out of the trees, into the field beyond.
"What?" Rumil asked, leaning forward for a better view. The occupied elf shook his head.
"Do you see that?" He asked, indicating to a blur at the mountain's edge of the field.
Haldir gazed at the shape. "It's a horse and rider." He explained to his brothers. The shape was coming on to the forest fast, and the Marchwardens didn't have time to see who was riding the coal-black gelding before it reached the edge of the forest. The men held their breath, and jumped out of the tree to intercept the rider.
Athenia nudged her black stallions sides. "Niro Lim Mandarb." She murmured. She felt her strength failing fast, but she knew that Caras Galadhon, and the forests of Lothorien were near. "I must get to Galadriel and Celeborn." She whispered to herself. She suddenly saw white flashes before her eyes, and faded into shadow.
Haldir jumped out of the telain, and caught the rider as he fell. He glanced down in shock. The rider was a female elf, her long raven hair almost sweeping the ground. He felt metal beside his arm, and raised an eyebrow when he realized it was the belt of an intricately designed sword. "We need to get her to Caras Galadhon." He said to his brothers, noticing a long, jagged, and rather bloody cut across her ribs.
"Are you going to take the-" Rumil stopped when he realized that his brother had already mounted the large coal colored warhorse, and was galloping to the inner city.
A/N: Okay, first chapter. A little boring, but the next one will be better.
Like it, hate it, hit the little button in the corner and review anyway.