Adennin
L. M. Masquerade
Hey guys! So, as this is my first story under LotR, I must have a catchphrase disclaimer, no? So, I'm going to try a few out and see which one I like best.
Can you guess what the L. M. stands for? Lúthien-sadly-does-not-own-LotR Mr.-Tolkien-please-don't-sue-her-she's-broke. :D
As I said up there, this is my first story under LotR. Actually, first posted. I've written several others in my mind. Well, and on Council of Elrond under Brihtwen of Rohan, but shhh... It's a secret. Kind of. Well, enjoy! Also, looking for a beta and... A beta. Yeah.
Borormir, Captain-General of Gondor and heir to the Lord Steward Denethor, was no fool. Yet, while lying against a tree on Amon Hen surrounded by decomposing Uruk-Hai, he felt like the largest fool in Middle Earth. Why? Well, last he remembered of the Uruk-Hai, they were certainly not decomposing, and more of them were not dead. In fact, last he remembered at all, he was dead, or dying at the very least, because he had sworn love and fealty to Aragorn, of all people.
The next thing he noticed, after the orcs, was the oppression Sauron had steadily increased in Middle Earth, and upon his heart, throughout his life and their journey. Or, rather, lack there of. In fact, the sun was shining, the bees were buzzing, and the birds were singing. In an instant, he knew something was wrong. Birds don't sing, bees don't buzz, and the sun doesn't shine. Unless Sauron felt like throwing a tea party, that didn't happen. Ever.
Half-expecting to find Sauron, Saruman, and the Nine sitting 'round a table in frilly, lacy pink dresses with bows in their hair, Boromir stood slowly, wincing at the sharp pain shooting through his chest and side. He, having found an Orcish sword, hobbled warily out of the clearing and down to the banks of the Anduin. He found no boat, no horse, nothing. The soldier, weary and pained, limped down the path to the foot of the Falls of Rauros. His grey eyes lit upon a boat of Elven craft. He warily walked towards and felt ill at what he saw. His beloved sword was snapped in two a few centimeters below the hilt and lay on top of his grey cloak of Lorien. Boromir's priceless, ancient Horn of Gondor was missing. His heart stopped and his only thought was that Father was going to finish what the orcs had started.
Uh, short? Yes, I know. I'm just trying to set a base for the rest of the story. Again, I'd love a beta, so please look for the notice on my bio. Please review? Food for the poor? A horse for the Rohirrim? I will know if you haven't... I do have a view tracker, you know. ;)
Yours sincerely,
Lúthien Melwasúl, L. M. Masquerade