Story Title: LOTR: Legend of the White Owl
Premise: Takes place after LOTR Book2: The Two Towers and before the third book.
Spoilers: LOTR, both the book and movie versions.
Disclaimer: It's intended to be light romance and adventure. There may be some scenes of an adult nature. This story is in progress and may be edited at anytime.
Credit: Tolkein owns the original story, all characters, places and languages etc. The plot is mine. Steal or post this without my permission and you are breaking the law. This story has been read and reviewed during creation and therefore undoubtedly my own. Any similarities between my own created characters are not intended and completely coincidental.
Feedback: Please feel free to provide feedback and constructive criticism. However do not expect me to change an entire story because of a comment or two.
Chapter 1: A Morning Walk
Despite the light rain I took my morning walk along the battlements. As I turned along the east wall my gaze shifted to the shore where four figures were crouched around a small fire obviously waiting for low tide to reveal the causeway across to the castle. The reason Castle Callandin had long been regarded as impenetrable was because the only access to the castle was via the causeway, which was covered half the time by turbulent waters. When revealed at low tide it was long and treacherous allowing horses to only travel in single file. Even by boat the cliffs were too steep to climb and littered with broken ceramics and sharp objects so anyone silly enough to climb would be cut to pieces should they reach for the wrong rock pull themselves up or even the slightest slip could mean bleeding to death. Castle Callandin had never been taken by any enemy, orc included.
The glare of the morning sun and the distance made it impossible to see whom it was waiting for the tide to fall. Was it friend or enemy? Either way a defence should be planned. I cracked my knuckles, a very unladylike habit, and rushed towards the guardhouse above the gate. The guards inside the little room jostled to make room for me under cover. Looking for the Sargent, my eyes adjusting to the gloom, I finally spotted him in the far corner. "Well Sargent why aren't the archers on the wall, why isn't the gate secured why has nothing been done, even you are not that old that your vision fails to notice our unannounced visitors."
The Sargent attempted to speak but just ended up standing with his mouth gaping like a fish. I still don't understand why the soldiers fear me so. "We have seen them mistress." A voice said from beside me. I wheeled around to the man that was speaking "And who might you be?" "Well mistress my name is Sturgen, we have been watching the visitors for some time. There are two men, an elf and a dwarf. And unless my eyes deceive me, one of those men is none other than Gandolf the wizard." At the mention of the wizard's name there was a sharp intake of breath from all the soldiers. Obviously Gandolf's reputation had reached even the barrack in this far outpost. I turned to the Sargent. "And what would Gandolf the Grey want with the people of Callandin?" "Excuse me mistress," Sturgen interrupted "but it is Gandolf the White now." Now it was my turn to gape like a fish. "And how would you know that?" I enquired annoyed at being corrected. Sturgen grinned. "A little bird told me." Furious I spun to face the soldier again. "Dare you jest at my expense?" I challenged, hand on the hilt of my sword. I really wish people wouldn't play with me in the morning. I am not a morning person. The grin fell from Sturgen's face like a rock off a cliff "No miss, excuse me I meant no insult. It is just that a bird did tell us." Stepping aside he revealed a small white falcon sitting on the wall. Sturgen continued. "It is Gandolf's falcon, his message has already been sent to the King." I stared at Sturgen and was about to speak when a messenger from the keep cleared his throat from the stairwell. "Excuse me Sargent, the King has sent me to inform you that Gandolf and his companions are to be admitted and escorted directly to the King in his antechamber." With a huff I pushed past Sturgen and the messenger nearly knocking him backwards down the stairwell and raced down to the courtyard below. As I entered the drizzle of the courtyard I could still hear the soldiers above laughing. I gritted my teeth, furious with myself for being embarrassed.
Premise: Takes place after LOTR Book2: The Two Towers and before the third book.
Spoilers: LOTR, both the book and movie versions.
Disclaimer: It's intended to be light romance and adventure. There may be some scenes of an adult nature. This story is in progress and may be edited at anytime.
Credit: Tolkein owns the original story, all characters, places and languages etc. The plot is mine. Steal or post this without my permission and you are breaking the law. This story has been read and reviewed during creation and therefore undoubtedly my own. Any similarities between my own created characters are not intended and completely coincidental.
Feedback: Please feel free to provide feedback and constructive criticism. However do not expect me to change an entire story because of a comment or two.
Chapter 1: A Morning Walk
Despite the light rain I took my morning walk along the battlements. As I turned along the east wall my gaze shifted to the shore where four figures were crouched around a small fire obviously waiting for low tide to reveal the causeway across to the castle. The reason Castle Callandin had long been regarded as impenetrable was because the only access to the castle was via the causeway, which was covered half the time by turbulent waters. When revealed at low tide it was long and treacherous allowing horses to only travel in single file. Even by boat the cliffs were too steep to climb and littered with broken ceramics and sharp objects so anyone silly enough to climb would be cut to pieces should they reach for the wrong rock pull themselves up or even the slightest slip could mean bleeding to death. Castle Callandin had never been taken by any enemy, orc included.
The glare of the morning sun and the distance made it impossible to see whom it was waiting for the tide to fall. Was it friend or enemy? Either way a defence should be planned. I cracked my knuckles, a very unladylike habit, and rushed towards the guardhouse above the gate. The guards inside the little room jostled to make room for me under cover. Looking for the Sargent, my eyes adjusting to the gloom, I finally spotted him in the far corner. "Well Sargent why aren't the archers on the wall, why isn't the gate secured why has nothing been done, even you are not that old that your vision fails to notice our unannounced visitors."
The Sargent attempted to speak but just ended up standing with his mouth gaping like a fish. I still don't understand why the soldiers fear me so. "We have seen them mistress." A voice said from beside me. I wheeled around to the man that was speaking "And who might you be?" "Well mistress my name is Sturgen, we have been watching the visitors for some time. There are two men, an elf and a dwarf. And unless my eyes deceive me, one of those men is none other than Gandolf the wizard." At the mention of the wizard's name there was a sharp intake of breath from all the soldiers. Obviously Gandolf's reputation had reached even the barrack in this far outpost. I turned to the Sargent. "And what would Gandolf the Grey want with the people of Callandin?" "Excuse me mistress," Sturgen interrupted "but it is Gandolf the White now." Now it was my turn to gape like a fish. "And how would you know that?" I enquired annoyed at being corrected. Sturgen grinned. "A little bird told me." Furious I spun to face the soldier again. "Dare you jest at my expense?" I challenged, hand on the hilt of my sword. I really wish people wouldn't play with me in the morning. I am not a morning person. The grin fell from Sturgen's face like a rock off a cliff "No miss, excuse me I meant no insult. It is just that a bird did tell us." Stepping aside he revealed a small white falcon sitting on the wall. Sturgen continued. "It is Gandolf's falcon, his message has already been sent to the King." I stared at Sturgen and was about to speak when a messenger from the keep cleared his throat from the stairwell. "Excuse me Sargent, the King has sent me to inform you that Gandolf and his companions are to be admitted and escorted directly to the King in his antechamber." With a huff I pushed past Sturgen and the messenger nearly knocking him backwards down the stairwell and raced down to the courtyard below. As I entered the drizzle of the courtyard I could still hear the soldiers above laughing. I gritted my teeth, furious with myself for being embarrassed.