~*~* This whole chapter is an introduction to what I'm doing in this story. Hence the shortness.
Along the western shore of the Anduin River, a small village of men lived, called Malsangaien; secluded, at peace with all except the orcs about them. They carried on the tradition of teaching all among them to fight in some way, even the young girls.
All of this changed on February 26, of the year 3019 of the Third Age. On that day, an army of Uruk-Hai, ordered by Saruman, charged the Fellowship of the Ring, who camped merely a mile from Malsangaien. Unfortunately for the villagers, their small, peaceful, secluded lives stood in the way of the fighting Uruk-Hai.
Here follows the tale of Nilatarien, Ainadaliel, and Forrester, three villagers, barely in their teenage years, who, by a twist of fate, become the sole survivors of the attack on their town. They must decide whether to trust their instinct and follow the Uruk-Hai, hoping to acheive revenge against the monsters, or to remain behind, and pray for the best to befall them.
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Along the western shore of the Anduin River, a small village of men lived, called Malsangaien; secluded, at peace with all except the orcs about them. They carried on the tradition of teaching all among them to fight in some way, even the young girls.
All of this changed on February 26, of the year 3019 of the Third Age. On that day, an army of Uruk-Hai, ordered by Saruman, charged the Fellowship of the Ring, who camped merely a mile from Malsangaien. Unfortunately for the villagers, their small, peaceful, secluded lives stood in the way of the fighting Uruk-Hai.
Here follows the tale of Nilatarien, Ainadaliel, and Forrester, three villagers, barely in their teenage years, who, by a twist of fate, become the sole survivors of the attack on their town. They must decide whether to trust their instinct and follow the Uruk-Hai, hoping to acheive revenge against the monsters, or to remain behind, and pray for the best to befall them.
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