Dog of War
This is the story of Helms Deep told through the eyes of a faithful dog. Bring Tissues.
AN: Hey, this one is very melancholy but the others of this series will be much more lighter. I promise. Wow, this is probably the fastest I have made a story, because I already have most of the series done already and I just had this idea this morning. Woot! Oh, disclamer: I do not own anything except the dog and his boy. The rest of this world is Tolkien's. Now on with the show/story.
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People are running in every direction. I can smell waves a fear everywhere, its nauseating. Death is coming. I can hear Death's footsteps. Marching this way, thousand by thousand. I tremble as thunder booms over head. I want to crawl in some corner and wait out everything - the storm, the fear, the death. But I must find Master. He needs me.
I try to dodge the feet, weaving in and out. But one Man kicks me. I turn to growl be he is already gone. Running. Fear is everywhere. My senses are overwhelmed. I want to run too, I want to hide.
But Master needs me, I must find Master. I can hear his sobs. He needs me. I can smell him among the scents of death. There his is, by the pillar. I rush to him, lick him, try to tell him its alright. But he just engulfs me in a hug and sobs harder. I try to turn my head and tell him its okay, but he keeps crying and stroking my fur.
He rocks back and forth and mumbles through the sobs, "You're all I have left now... I love you... all I have left..." I continue to try and calm him, to get him out of this danger. In the back of my mind I remember when Master wasn't alone, when he had a family, a horse, and a roof to live under. But that's all gone now. Everything was swallowed by darkness. I'm all he has left now. I must protect my Master. He is too young to protect himself. His sword cannot save him from Death, but I can. I can try. The beasts are coming. I can smell their stench of blood and rot. I bite his tunic and try to drag him away, but he won't budge. Maybe he does not know. I bark to warn him. He ignores me and prepares his sword. I realize that he will not leave. He will fight. Even though he is only eleven, a pup in the eyes of Men, he will fight till his death.
No, I cannot loose Master, he is all I have left too. I bark as loud as I can, I try to drag him to the caves. Still he will not budge. His eyes widen with fear as he sees the beasts coming, but he will not move. He is frozen, he cannot move. I must protect my Master until the end. The beast raises its sword but I jump on the beast and bite into its flesh. I must save Master. He is all I have left. The beast digs its claws into my fur, but I will not let go of its throat. It cannot kill Master.
The beast rips me off it and throws me against a wall. The last thing I see before I die is Master with a sword through his gut. Tears are sliding down muddied cheeks. He doesn't deserve to die. He had always been good to me. I try to tell him I'm sorry that I couldn't save him, but the noise is silenced by darkness.
This is the story of Helms Deep told through the eyes of a faithful dog. Bring Tissues.
AN: Hey, this one is very melancholy but the others of this series will be much more lighter. I promise. Wow, this is probably the fastest I have made a story, because I already have most of the series done already and I just had this idea this morning. Woot! Oh, disclamer: I do not own anything except the dog and his boy. The rest of this world is Tolkien's. Now on with the show/story.
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People are running in every direction. I can smell waves a fear everywhere, its nauseating. Death is coming. I can hear Death's footsteps. Marching this way, thousand by thousand. I tremble as thunder booms over head. I want to crawl in some corner and wait out everything - the storm, the fear, the death. But I must find Master. He needs me.
I try to dodge the feet, weaving in and out. But one Man kicks me. I turn to growl be he is already gone. Running. Fear is everywhere. My senses are overwhelmed. I want to run too, I want to hide.
But Master needs me, I must find Master. I can hear his sobs. He needs me. I can smell him among the scents of death. There his is, by the pillar. I rush to him, lick him, try to tell him its alright. But he just engulfs me in a hug and sobs harder. I try to turn my head and tell him its okay, but he keeps crying and stroking my fur.
He rocks back and forth and mumbles through the sobs, "You're all I have left now... I love you... all I have left..." I continue to try and calm him, to get him out of this danger. In the back of my mind I remember when Master wasn't alone, when he had a family, a horse, and a roof to live under. But that's all gone now. Everything was swallowed by darkness. I'm all he has left now. I must protect my Master. He is too young to protect himself. His sword cannot save him from Death, but I can. I can try. The beasts are coming. I can smell their stench of blood and rot. I bite his tunic and try to drag him away, but he won't budge. Maybe he does not know. I bark to warn him. He ignores me and prepares his sword. I realize that he will not leave. He will fight. Even though he is only eleven, a pup in the eyes of Men, he will fight till his death.
No, I cannot loose Master, he is all I have left too. I bark as loud as I can, I try to drag him to the caves. Still he will not budge. His eyes widen with fear as he sees the beasts coming, but he will not move. He is frozen, he cannot move. I must protect my Master until the end. The beast raises its sword but I jump on the beast and bite into its flesh. I must save Master. He is all I have left. The beast digs its claws into my fur, but I will not let go of its throat. It cannot kill Master.
The beast rips me off it and throws me against a wall. The last thing I see before I die is Master with a sword through his gut. Tears are sliding down muddied cheeks. He doesn't deserve to die. He had always been good to me. I try to tell him I'm sorry that I couldn't save him, but the noise is silenced by darkness.