So this is what I'm doing: I'm going to post two chapters, each from a
different story I was thinking of writing, and whichever gets the better
response (more good reviews etc.) will eventually become a full length
story. Hopefully it will fare better than my last attempt at a lord of the
rings story. The less said about that little fiasco, the better. So, I'll
start with the one I started writing during English class on Friday. So to
begin, my first story will be one of treachery, and lies, and deceit...and
all that good dramatic stuff. I'm using the names from my old story because
I'm way too lazy to think of a new one. I will eventually though, but just
let this one do for now....
*Narrator's P.O.V.*
The orcs dragged the girl down the hall. She tried to wrestle out of their grip, but to no avail.
"You can let go of me," Selene said, as she twisted her arms again. "I have been to his study before, I know quite well where it is." The orcs did not reply, only dragged her down the right corridor and into the study of the white wizard, Saruman.
They brought her right to where he stood and pushed her to her knees in front of him, before finally letting go of her arms. She looked up and said cheekily "You sent for me, my lord?"
"As a matter of fact, I did," he replied. "Get up off your knees. You have been there enough lately," he said with a smirk. She cringed at the last remark. She had done many things she was less than proud of to complete whatever assignment he had sent her on.
He walked over to a table and beckoned for her to come forward. She rose and walked up to him.
"Of all the errands I have sent you on, this will be the most important of all," he said. He stared at her. "I will not accept another failure. You know the price that will be paid if you do not succeed."
"Yes, my lord, you've told me many times," Selene said. "What is it I must do?"
"There is a party of travelers that set out from Rivendell a few months ago. Word has reached me that they have recently passed through the Mines of Moria and into the elf-realm of Lorien. They carry something of great importance to me."
"What, my lord?"
"A gold ring," Saruman replied.
"What is so important about a ring?" she asked.
"Nothing that would concern you. The party consists of two men, an elf, a dwarf, the wizard Gandalf," Saruman spat out the word Gandalf. "And four halflings. The ring is being carried by one of the four halflings. If you do not bring the ring back to me soon enough, I will be sending a party of Uruk-Hai for it, and you."
"Uruk-Hai?" she asked.
"A breed of orc. A breed of perfection. If you should happen to cross paths with them," he ran his finger across his throat. "Then it is the end for you and-"
"I understand, I understand," she said, knowing what he was getting at, and not wanting to hear it. "Don't worry, I will not fail."
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Aragorn dumped more firewood onto the fire. He watched as his other companions found spots to rest for the night.
"I will take the first watch tonight," he said, tossing another twig in the flame.
"No," Legolas said. "You rest. You did watch last night. I will take the first shift." Aragorn nodded in agreement. He was tired, and not long before his head hit the ground, he was asleep, dreaming of a certain elf princess.
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Legolas sat watching the fire. He didn't mind taking the watch, he was the only one of them that didn't need rest. And he liked being able to think, without the concerns of the rest of the fellowship on his mind too.
Suddenly, he heard something, coming from the woods. He instinctively reached for his bow. He was prepared to defend Frodo until death. He heard more sounds. A horse walking, and footsteps. Then he heard a scream. In a second, the whole fellowship was awake.
Legolas grabbed his bow, Aragorn and Boromir their swords, and Gimli his ax. Aragorn turned to Gimli.
"Stay with the hobbits," he said. Gimli nodded and stood right in front of Frodo. He was also prepared to battle to the death.
Aragorn, Boromir and Legolas ran into the woods. They were only a few feet in when they found the source of the noise. An orc was closing in around a girl. What was apparently her horse, lay dead, with a gash going along its side. She backed up more and more as the orc moved in towards her. Then, as fast as lightening, the orc was dead, with and arrow sticking out of its head.
The men and elf walked up to her.
"Are you okay?" Legolas asked.
She nodded and whispered a 'thank you' before fainting into his arms.
"What do we do?" he asked Aragorn.
"Bring her back to camp," Aragorn said.
"Are you sure that is wise?" said Boromir. "Bringing her that close to the ring-bearer."
"I do not think a young girl will endanger our quest," Aragorn said. "Carry her back."
Legolas picked her up and carried her to the camp. He set her down next to the log where he was sitting.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------- Selene opened her eyes ever so slightly. She glanced around the camp. She saw Boromir and Aragorn leaning against a tree. 'Two men, check,' she thought to herself. She saw Gimli sitting by the shore, smoking his pipe. 'A dwarf, check.' She saw the four hobbits, sleeping on the ground. 'Four hobbits.' Then she turned towards the log. 'And one wonderful elf,' she thought. 'Do not get distracted,' she thought. 'This is what cost you the last mission. And you cannot-and you will not fail this time.' She closed her eyes again and let sleep take her. She was in for a difficult day tomorrow. Betrayal was never easy.
*Narrator's P.O.V.*
The orcs dragged the girl down the hall. She tried to wrestle out of their grip, but to no avail.
"You can let go of me," Selene said, as she twisted her arms again. "I have been to his study before, I know quite well where it is." The orcs did not reply, only dragged her down the right corridor and into the study of the white wizard, Saruman.
They brought her right to where he stood and pushed her to her knees in front of him, before finally letting go of her arms. She looked up and said cheekily "You sent for me, my lord?"
"As a matter of fact, I did," he replied. "Get up off your knees. You have been there enough lately," he said with a smirk. She cringed at the last remark. She had done many things she was less than proud of to complete whatever assignment he had sent her on.
He walked over to a table and beckoned for her to come forward. She rose and walked up to him.
"Of all the errands I have sent you on, this will be the most important of all," he said. He stared at her. "I will not accept another failure. You know the price that will be paid if you do not succeed."
"Yes, my lord, you've told me many times," Selene said. "What is it I must do?"
"There is a party of travelers that set out from Rivendell a few months ago. Word has reached me that they have recently passed through the Mines of Moria and into the elf-realm of Lorien. They carry something of great importance to me."
"What, my lord?"
"A gold ring," Saruman replied.
"What is so important about a ring?" she asked.
"Nothing that would concern you. The party consists of two men, an elf, a dwarf, the wizard Gandalf," Saruman spat out the word Gandalf. "And four halflings. The ring is being carried by one of the four halflings. If you do not bring the ring back to me soon enough, I will be sending a party of Uruk-Hai for it, and you."
"Uruk-Hai?" she asked.
"A breed of orc. A breed of perfection. If you should happen to cross paths with them," he ran his finger across his throat. "Then it is the end for you and-"
"I understand, I understand," she said, knowing what he was getting at, and not wanting to hear it. "Don't worry, I will not fail."
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Aragorn dumped more firewood onto the fire. He watched as his other companions found spots to rest for the night.
"I will take the first watch tonight," he said, tossing another twig in the flame.
"No," Legolas said. "You rest. You did watch last night. I will take the first shift." Aragorn nodded in agreement. He was tired, and not long before his head hit the ground, he was asleep, dreaming of a certain elf princess.
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Legolas sat watching the fire. He didn't mind taking the watch, he was the only one of them that didn't need rest. And he liked being able to think, without the concerns of the rest of the fellowship on his mind too.
Suddenly, he heard something, coming from the woods. He instinctively reached for his bow. He was prepared to defend Frodo until death. He heard more sounds. A horse walking, and footsteps. Then he heard a scream. In a second, the whole fellowship was awake.
Legolas grabbed his bow, Aragorn and Boromir their swords, and Gimli his ax. Aragorn turned to Gimli.
"Stay with the hobbits," he said. Gimli nodded and stood right in front of Frodo. He was also prepared to battle to the death.
Aragorn, Boromir and Legolas ran into the woods. They were only a few feet in when they found the source of the noise. An orc was closing in around a girl. What was apparently her horse, lay dead, with a gash going along its side. She backed up more and more as the orc moved in towards her. Then, as fast as lightening, the orc was dead, with and arrow sticking out of its head.
The men and elf walked up to her.
"Are you okay?" Legolas asked.
She nodded and whispered a 'thank you' before fainting into his arms.
"What do we do?" he asked Aragorn.
"Bring her back to camp," Aragorn said.
"Are you sure that is wise?" said Boromir. "Bringing her that close to the ring-bearer."
"I do not think a young girl will endanger our quest," Aragorn said. "Carry her back."
Legolas picked her up and carried her to the camp. He set her down next to the log where he was sitting.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------- Selene opened her eyes ever so slightly. She glanced around the camp. She saw Boromir and Aragorn leaning against a tree. 'Two men, check,' she thought to herself. She saw Gimli sitting by the shore, smoking his pipe. 'A dwarf, check.' She saw the four hobbits, sleeping on the ground. 'Four hobbits.' Then she turned towards the log. 'And one wonderful elf,' she thought. 'Do not get distracted,' she thought. 'This is what cost you the last mission. And you cannot-and you will not fail this time.' She closed her eyes again and let sleep take her. She was in for a difficult day tomorrow. Betrayal was never easy.