"I HATE IT HERE!!" Mâdûr grumbled angrily. Down in the dark of the dungeon, this odd creature laid. Her name was Mâdûr, and she was a fell beast. Yes I know what your thinking, how can a fell beast talk? Well Mâdûr happens to be a very special fell beast, no one really knows how she can talk, but she can, so get used to it! Anyways, there she was, in the dungeon of Barad-dûr, prisoner of Sauron, who, if you are wondering, is currently a big eye. She looked bright eyed up at the ceiling of the dungeon, her orange eyes piercing the darkness. "I long to be outside…to be…free." She sighed, she knew that this would most likely never happen, she would never be free to roam the lands of Middle Earth. She was doomed to stay here, in this cursed dungeon for the rest of her life.. She would be forced to be the mount of the king of Nazgûls, for-ever… She sighed again, and laid unhappily on the little bed of straw they had given her. She curled her big poofy tail around her furry body, and soon, her eyes became heavy, and she fell asleep.
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Luthien rode on through the night on her great stallion, Maedhros. He was a great warrior horse, black as night. His great muscles bulged as he ran onward with his master Luthien. "Just a little farther Maedhros" she said to him. He whinnied happily, and picked up pace. "Here we are" Luthien said, most pleased. They had finally arrived at the borders of Lothlorien, city of the elves. She dismounted and led Maedhros to the stables, a smile upon her face, she was obviously happy to be here. "Has been such a long time my friend, since we have been here, since we have been by any elves" Maedhros just shook his head.
They finally reached the stables, and she got Maedhros settled in. She cooled him down and got him some oats, and fresh water. "Here you go my friend, get some rest." With that she left. She now went to go meet with her Elvin friends, that she had not seen for an age.
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Morning had dawned, although Mâdûr did not know this, she never knew what time of day it was, for she was always in the darkness of the dungeon. She slept peacefully, dreaming of what it would be like to be free. Suddenly she was awoken. "Get up you bloody beast, we're leaving NOW!" There stood the orc that she knew all too well. This was the orc that always got her when she had to be mounted by that cursed Nazgûl. She did not move. "I said MOVE!" A crack of a whip pierced the stillness of the dungeon. Another agonizing cut was now added to her many others. She growled. She would have killed him then and there, if she knew it would have done any good, but she did not want to face the wrath of the Nazgûl, yet again… for that would be far worse than her newly acquired cut. She growled again, but rose to her feet. She stood only 5'5, a very small height for a fell beast indeed. "Lets get a move on!" The orc cried, and now she was being pushed and shoved up the stairway, to the outside. She stared up at the bright sun. Twas one of the most beautiful sites she had seen in a long time. She had not been outside for what had seemed an age.
She still stood their gazing at the brilliant sun, when the orc came back with the bit and bridle. He shoved it in her mouth, which was very unpleasant, and took the reins and led her over…to the Nazgûl. "Here you go your majesty." The Nazgûl took the reins in his bony, scrawny hand, and a chill ran down her spine. He mounted, as she growled and moved uneasily underneath him. "GO!" he shrieked. She knew better than to disobey, and took off into the clear blue sky.
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"That was a relaxing rest" Luthien said to herself as she stretched. She couldn't wait to go and see what this new day would bring. She stepped outside into the warmth of the sun. It was a beautiful day with just the right amount of wind to cool you off. She looked up into the clear blue sky. There were no clouds in site. But…She used her hand to shade the sun's intense light. "What…is that?" There in the sky, something, was flying, flying towards the city. Then suddenly a voice rang out through the city "NAZGUL!!!"
A shrill shriek filled the warm morning air with horror. The Nazgûl and his mount, Mâdûr, flew high in the sky, with the Nazgûl's many shrieks erupting throughout the land. "NAZGUL!!" Many elves now shouted. "Get your bows!" another voice roared. Many of the elves quickly retrieved their bows and fitted their arrows. Luthien, who always had her bow and arrows on hand, was the first to fire at the creatures of the sky. "OUCH!!" A cry erupted from Mâdûr. The arrow had hit her on her left wing, and blood now flowed freely. After the first arrow was shot, many others followed. They whizzed through the air, and many more shrieks were heard from Mâdûr. "YOU STU-PID ELVES!!!!" Mâdûr screamed angrily at them, but by this time she was losing altitude. "Ouch!!" Mâdûr cried again, as she crashed into the ground. The grass turned a dark brownish reddish color, twas stained with her blood. She breathed heavily, and stared at the elves, their arrows ready. She laid there, half dead. The Nazgûl rose off of her, enraged. But Luthien, jumped, attacking him, her sword glistening in the sunlight, its hilt a beautiful jet black, with elegant golden designs on it. She moved, with great agility, driving the Nazgûl farther and farther back. It was usually true, that a Nazgûl was afraid of nothing but fire, but they also feared one other thing, the only thing that could stop them; women. The Nazgûl had no choice but to retreat. Luthien watched as the cursed creature disappeared into the shadows, she then looked at the beast, who by now was unconscious. "What are we going to do with THAT?"
Luthien looked down at the fell beast. The beast was no ordinary fell beast, she was by far different. First off, she did not have scales…she had FUR. She was a big ball of blue fuzz, her fur long and fluffy. Her front two feet were claws, like what a dragon would have, and her back two were paws. She then had a long flowing mane that was a fiery orange with red streaks. Her tail was poofy, with that same fiery orange and red. Her eyes, which were now closed, were a bright orange, and on her forehead she bore an orange star shaped spot. "That is…very interesting…" Luthien bent down to examine the star on the creatures forehead. Did it mean something? Or was it just a spot that turned out to be a star? Luthien looked at the creature for a little while, looking at every detail of the fell beast. But…there are no other spots…hmmmmmmmm… She looked up and listened in on the conversation the other elves had been having while she had been looking at the beast.
"What shall we do with it? It is evil…perhaps we should just dispose of it" But Luthien was too curious, she couldn't let them kill the beast, even if it was evil. "But, shouldn't we keep it for questioning, questioning about the Nazgûls?" Everyone looked at her. "Well…I guess we could do that" the elf who had suggested killing Mâdûr said, as he stared at Luthien. The elf's name was Celeborn. "Well" he looked down at the beast, and the blood stained grass. "Before the beast will be able to tell us anything, it will have to be better." He turned and looked at Luthien. "Luthien, it was your idea, why not you do this?" Luthien smiled, now she would be able to perhaps find out more about this odd beast. "I'd be glad to Celeborn." Celeborn nodded. "Then it's settled. Someone carry the beast wherever Luthien here wants it." Luthien smiled again, and showed the two elves that bore Mâdûr to the place she wished her to be kept. And so it began…
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Luthien rode on through the night on her great stallion, Maedhros. He was a great warrior horse, black as night. His great muscles bulged as he ran onward with his master Luthien. "Just a little farther Maedhros" she said to him. He whinnied happily, and picked up pace. "Here we are" Luthien said, most pleased. They had finally arrived at the borders of Lothlorien, city of the elves. She dismounted and led Maedhros to the stables, a smile upon her face, she was obviously happy to be here. "Has been such a long time my friend, since we have been here, since we have been by any elves" Maedhros just shook his head.
They finally reached the stables, and she got Maedhros settled in. She cooled him down and got him some oats, and fresh water. "Here you go my friend, get some rest." With that she left. She now went to go meet with her Elvin friends, that she had not seen for an age.
* * *
Morning had dawned, although Mâdûr did not know this, she never knew what time of day it was, for she was always in the darkness of the dungeon. She slept peacefully, dreaming of what it would be like to be free. Suddenly she was awoken. "Get up you bloody beast, we're leaving NOW!" There stood the orc that she knew all too well. This was the orc that always got her when she had to be mounted by that cursed Nazgûl. She did not move. "I said MOVE!" A crack of a whip pierced the stillness of the dungeon. Another agonizing cut was now added to her many others. She growled. She would have killed him then and there, if she knew it would have done any good, but she did not want to face the wrath of the Nazgûl, yet again… for that would be far worse than her newly acquired cut. She growled again, but rose to her feet. She stood only 5'5, a very small height for a fell beast indeed. "Lets get a move on!" The orc cried, and now she was being pushed and shoved up the stairway, to the outside. She stared up at the bright sun. Twas one of the most beautiful sites she had seen in a long time. She had not been outside for what had seemed an age.
She still stood their gazing at the brilliant sun, when the orc came back with the bit and bridle. He shoved it in her mouth, which was very unpleasant, and took the reins and led her over…to the Nazgûl. "Here you go your majesty." The Nazgûl took the reins in his bony, scrawny hand, and a chill ran down her spine. He mounted, as she growled and moved uneasily underneath him. "GO!" he shrieked. She knew better than to disobey, and took off into the clear blue sky.
* * *
"That was a relaxing rest" Luthien said to herself as she stretched. She couldn't wait to go and see what this new day would bring. She stepped outside into the warmth of the sun. It was a beautiful day with just the right amount of wind to cool you off. She looked up into the clear blue sky. There were no clouds in site. But…She used her hand to shade the sun's intense light. "What…is that?" There in the sky, something, was flying, flying towards the city. Then suddenly a voice rang out through the city "NAZGUL!!!"
A shrill shriek filled the warm morning air with horror. The Nazgûl and his mount, Mâdûr, flew high in the sky, with the Nazgûl's many shrieks erupting throughout the land. "NAZGUL!!" Many elves now shouted. "Get your bows!" another voice roared. Many of the elves quickly retrieved their bows and fitted their arrows. Luthien, who always had her bow and arrows on hand, was the first to fire at the creatures of the sky. "OUCH!!" A cry erupted from Mâdûr. The arrow had hit her on her left wing, and blood now flowed freely. After the first arrow was shot, many others followed. They whizzed through the air, and many more shrieks were heard from Mâdûr. "YOU STU-PID ELVES!!!!" Mâdûr screamed angrily at them, but by this time she was losing altitude. "Ouch!!" Mâdûr cried again, as she crashed into the ground. The grass turned a dark brownish reddish color, twas stained with her blood. She breathed heavily, and stared at the elves, their arrows ready. She laid there, half dead. The Nazgûl rose off of her, enraged. But Luthien, jumped, attacking him, her sword glistening in the sunlight, its hilt a beautiful jet black, with elegant golden designs on it. She moved, with great agility, driving the Nazgûl farther and farther back. It was usually true, that a Nazgûl was afraid of nothing but fire, but they also feared one other thing, the only thing that could stop them; women. The Nazgûl had no choice but to retreat. Luthien watched as the cursed creature disappeared into the shadows, she then looked at the beast, who by now was unconscious. "What are we going to do with THAT?"
Luthien looked down at the fell beast. The beast was no ordinary fell beast, she was by far different. First off, she did not have scales…she had FUR. She was a big ball of blue fuzz, her fur long and fluffy. Her front two feet were claws, like what a dragon would have, and her back two were paws. She then had a long flowing mane that was a fiery orange with red streaks. Her tail was poofy, with that same fiery orange and red. Her eyes, which were now closed, were a bright orange, and on her forehead she bore an orange star shaped spot. "That is…very interesting…" Luthien bent down to examine the star on the creatures forehead. Did it mean something? Or was it just a spot that turned out to be a star? Luthien looked at the creature for a little while, looking at every detail of the fell beast. But…there are no other spots…hmmmmmmmm… She looked up and listened in on the conversation the other elves had been having while she had been looking at the beast.
"What shall we do with it? It is evil…perhaps we should just dispose of it" But Luthien was too curious, she couldn't let them kill the beast, even if it was evil. "But, shouldn't we keep it for questioning, questioning about the Nazgûls?" Everyone looked at her. "Well…I guess we could do that" the elf who had suggested killing Mâdûr said, as he stared at Luthien. The elf's name was Celeborn. "Well" he looked down at the beast, and the blood stained grass. "Before the beast will be able to tell us anything, it will have to be better." He turned and looked at Luthien. "Luthien, it was your idea, why not you do this?" Luthien smiled, now she would be able to perhaps find out more about this odd beast. "I'd be glad to Celeborn." Celeborn nodded. "Then it's settled. Someone carry the beast wherever Luthien here wants it." Luthien smiled again, and showed the two elves that bore Mâdûr to the place she wished her to be kept. And so it began…