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Author's Notes: I have been searching through the information about the world that Tolkien made to try and come up with something that might come afterwards. If it sounds good and becomes popular, I might sooner or later try to add more.
"Hope For The Hopeless"
Aragorn stood outside his castle looking out towards Mordor. It has been many years since the fall of Sauron. It was also good to know that Saruman was no more. But this time was different. Things were suddenly getting worse. A large army of Orcs was on its way up to the castle. They had finally come to make one last stand against mankind.
He wished so badly that there had been time to gather more soldiers in preparation, but it was only a faint dream. There had been no way of knowing they would strike. The Orcs had even gone out of the way to bring eleven trolls with them. Soon they would be at the top. And there was nothing to do but prepare to die fighting for his kingdom.
Out in the distance, Radagast the Brown sat atop his horse as he watched the attack. It was amazing how much destruction an army without a high leader could cause. "Well Gandalf," he whispered, "it seems as though I finally have a chance to redeem myself." He suddenly noticed that the army was starting to retreat. After all, it was getting close to sunrise. He quickly began riding towards Minas Tirith with his staff in hand.
Author's Notes: I have been searching through the information about the world that Tolkien made to try and come up with something that might come afterwards. If it sounds good and becomes popular, I might sooner or later try to add more.
"Hope For The Hopeless"
Aragorn stood outside his castle looking out towards Mordor. It has been many years since the fall of Sauron. It was also good to know that Saruman was no more. But this time was different. Things were suddenly getting worse. A large army of Orcs was on its way up to the castle. They had finally come to make one last stand against mankind.
He wished so badly that there had been time to gather more soldiers in preparation, but it was only a faint dream. There had been no way of knowing they would strike. The Orcs had even gone out of the way to bring eleven trolls with them. Soon they would be at the top. And there was nothing to do but prepare to die fighting for his kingdom.
Out in the distance, Radagast the Brown sat atop his horse as he watched the attack. It was amazing how much destruction an army without a high leader could cause. "Well Gandalf," he whispered, "it seems as though I finally have a chance to redeem myself." He suddenly noticed that the army was starting to retreat. After all, it was getting close to sunrise. He quickly began riding towards Minas Tirith with his staff in hand.