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of them!!
Summery: what do you get if you mix orcs with the fellowship and few random characters? Well this is what I think anyway!
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The Orcs closed in on the frightened hobbit, swords clasped in their foul, clawed hands.
"Help" cried Frodo as he fought to remain conscious as a result from the blow to his head.
"No one will hear you," replied one of the orcs, "you're all alone." The orcs laughed as they neared the wall where the hobbit was crouching.
"Get away from him!" a voice thundered, from the darkness behind the orcs.
The creatures spun away from their prey to face their challenger, but there was nobody there spare the darkness.
"Let me add to that shall I.... get away from him, now, or I'll rip your head from your body with my bare hands!" bellowed the voice again, but this time the orcs knew where the voice had come from. A tall, slender person stood there, draped in shadow. No feature of the face could be seen for the person wore a hooded cloak that let no light reach in.
The cloak hung from the figure's shoulders and reached down to their brown leather boots. Hanging from the belt, around the waist, was a sheathed sword, the hilt of which was leather and encrusted with jewels. Beams of light from a high window caused these gems to shine and glint like stars.
A deep growl echoed around the walls of the cavern and the sound of cracking bones followed.
"Your bones will crumble into dust before I surrender to a mere man!" answered the nearest, and what seemed to be the leader of the Orcs.
"Fine, if that's how you feel about it then I'm gonna have to kill you... Oh, and I'm not a mere man, I'm a warrior that never looses!" The gloved hand of the warrior reached for the sword and grasped it firmly at the hilt. The orcs reacted by sending out a fierce battle cry and they too, reached for their weapons, but the hooded figure didn't even flinch. The small hobbit watched as the eyes of the stranger met the orc's and narrowed, glaring at the enemies.
"Prepare to die." These words were the last that Frodo heard for as the warrior advanced, he finally gave in to the blackness that swum around him and fell into unconsciousness.
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Frodo awoke to a blazing fire. He could feel the warmth touching him where he lay on a bed of dry leaves with what he presumed to be a cloak over him. He had no idea where he was or how he had gotten there, the only thing he knew was he had a pounding headache. He realized that on the other side of the fire, was a pure white horse grazing just inside the forest beyond the clearing he was in.
By the fire he could see the remains of some sort of meat, cooked in the flames. He was absolutely ravenous so he pulled the cloak around his shoulders and crawled over to the fireside. He lifted up the bone and started to tear at the remaining meat. It was still warm so the person couldn't have left too long ago. The meat was far from satisfying but would keep him going till he could find some other nourishment.
He gazed around him and saw the tall trees of the forest seemed to be leering in at him, staring at him with eyes that never blinked. They were all around him and everywhere he looked they blocked his way. Just looking at the trees made the hobbit uneasy so instead he looked up to the sky. It was a full moon and the stars were just like pin holes in a huge velvety black piece of material. He had no idea what time it was or how long he had been knocked out, or even the time he had been away from his companions.
A cool breeze stirred the hobbit and suddenly he was aware that he was being watched, not by the unblinking eyes of the trees, but by another pair of eyes; a person standing, not far away, stroking the horse.
Frodo sat, unmoving, staring at the person. Their eyes met and Frodo noticed a twinkle in the bright eyes of the stranger. As the person began to advance on Frodo, the moonlight shone on the figure's face. Frodo gasped. It was a woman, and a stunning woman Frodo thought as he saw her full beauty. Her long hay- coloured hair blew in the breeze. Her eyes were bright blue and gleaming, and she was smiling and looked friendly.
She was an elf; Frodo could tell by her fair features and pointed ears. By her side she still carried her sword, but Frodo also noticed that on her back, she bore a long bow and a quiver of arrows. She did not wear the cloak she was dressed in before, for Frodo had it around his shoulders, but wore a russet coat with emerald coloured trousers. On her feet she wore brown leather boots that looked rather worn.
"I brought you some food... I thought you'd be hungry" her voice seemed a lot less powerful than it had been in the cavern, talking to those loathsome creatures.
"I'm Kiaro by the way, what name shall I call you by?"
"Erm. Frodo, I'm Frodo"
"Well Frodo, you better get some rest. I'll wake you when it's ready."
Frodo was glad of this because he had not had a very refreshing sleep before. He just nodded because he didn't know how to reply and crawled over, on his hands and knees, to his bed and rolled onto it. As soon as he had rested his head he was fast asleep.
TBC
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What do you think so far?? Pls review nd tell me!!
Summery: what do you get if you mix orcs with the fellowship and few random characters? Well this is what I think anyway!
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The Orcs closed in on the frightened hobbit, swords clasped in their foul, clawed hands.
"Help" cried Frodo as he fought to remain conscious as a result from the blow to his head.
"No one will hear you," replied one of the orcs, "you're all alone." The orcs laughed as they neared the wall where the hobbit was crouching.
"Get away from him!" a voice thundered, from the darkness behind the orcs.
The creatures spun away from their prey to face their challenger, but there was nobody there spare the darkness.
"Let me add to that shall I.... get away from him, now, or I'll rip your head from your body with my bare hands!" bellowed the voice again, but this time the orcs knew where the voice had come from. A tall, slender person stood there, draped in shadow. No feature of the face could be seen for the person wore a hooded cloak that let no light reach in.
The cloak hung from the figure's shoulders and reached down to their brown leather boots. Hanging from the belt, around the waist, was a sheathed sword, the hilt of which was leather and encrusted with jewels. Beams of light from a high window caused these gems to shine and glint like stars.
A deep growl echoed around the walls of the cavern and the sound of cracking bones followed.
"Your bones will crumble into dust before I surrender to a mere man!" answered the nearest, and what seemed to be the leader of the Orcs.
"Fine, if that's how you feel about it then I'm gonna have to kill you... Oh, and I'm not a mere man, I'm a warrior that never looses!" The gloved hand of the warrior reached for the sword and grasped it firmly at the hilt. The orcs reacted by sending out a fierce battle cry and they too, reached for their weapons, but the hooded figure didn't even flinch. The small hobbit watched as the eyes of the stranger met the orc's and narrowed, glaring at the enemies.
"Prepare to die." These words were the last that Frodo heard for as the warrior advanced, he finally gave in to the blackness that swum around him and fell into unconsciousness.
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Frodo awoke to a blazing fire. He could feel the warmth touching him where he lay on a bed of dry leaves with what he presumed to be a cloak over him. He had no idea where he was or how he had gotten there, the only thing he knew was he had a pounding headache. He realized that on the other side of the fire, was a pure white horse grazing just inside the forest beyond the clearing he was in.
By the fire he could see the remains of some sort of meat, cooked in the flames. He was absolutely ravenous so he pulled the cloak around his shoulders and crawled over to the fireside. He lifted up the bone and started to tear at the remaining meat. It was still warm so the person couldn't have left too long ago. The meat was far from satisfying but would keep him going till he could find some other nourishment.
He gazed around him and saw the tall trees of the forest seemed to be leering in at him, staring at him with eyes that never blinked. They were all around him and everywhere he looked they blocked his way. Just looking at the trees made the hobbit uneasy so instead he looked up to the sky. It was a full moon and the stars were just like pin holes in a huge velvety black piece of material. He had no idea what time it was or how long he had been knocked out, or even the time he had been away from his companions.
A cool breeze stirred the hobbit and suddenly he was aware that he was being watched, not by the unblinking eyes of the trees, but by another pair of eyes; a person standing, not far away, stroking the horse.
Frodo sat, unmoving, staring at the person. Their eyes met and Frodo noticed a twinkle in the bright eyes of the stranger. As the person began to advance on Frodo, the moonlight shone on the figure's face. Frodo gasped. It was a woman, and a stunning woman Frodo thought as he saw her full beauty. Her long hay- coloured hair blew in the breeze. Her eyes were bright blue and gleaming, and she was smiling and looked friendly.
She was an elf; Frodo could tell by her fair features and pointed ears. By her side she still carried her sword, but Frodo also noticed that on her back, she bore a long bow and a quiver of arrows. She did not wear the cloak she was dressed in before, for Frodo had it around his shoulders, but wore a russet coat with emerald coloured trousers. On her feet she wore brown leather boots that looked rather worn.
"I brought you some food... I thought you'd be hungry" her voice seemed a lot less powerful than it had been in the cavern, talking to those loathsome creatures.
"I'm Kiaro by the way, what name shall I call you by?"
"Erm. Frodo, I'm Frodo"
"Well Frodo, you better get some rest. I'll wake you when it's ready."
Frodo was glad of this because he had not had a very refreshing sleep before. He just nodded because he didn't know how to reply and crawled over, on his hands and knees, to his bed and rolled onto it. As soon as he had rested his head he was fast asleep.
TBC
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What do you think so far?? Pls review nd tell me!!