I'm kind of upset about a review I got on one of my other stories. I got seven reviews for a new story (removed now) and 3 were good, 2 didn't say anything about the story, they jsut said what my story was (mary sue apparently) one critisized me (constructively) but one was really really mean! They said I had no talent whatsoever, the story was tired, I didn't know anything about illnesses, I had the imagination of a tick and I was utterly stupid for thinking I could write! It made me so upset!
I don't mind it when ppl tell me how to improve, and I think flames that are really really stupid are funny, for example, I have an anime story and it makes fun of the characters and I've said that many times, so when a person requested I write about a certain character, I obliged and did it. Then they flamed me for making fun of the character! That made me laugh.
Anyhow, this is just a one-shot of the feelings of an anonymous person just before and through the battle at the end of the LOTR (final battle). Don't bother me about spelling though, because I don't give a damn about it. This might be really short.
Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR.
It was time for battle. I stood alongside my friends and comrades, seeing and feeling the enemy approach. The ground shook under the weight of the cast army which drew nearer to us.
Focusing all my energy on the task at hand, I moved my fingers, warming them for the fight to come.
It was this or nothing. This time, you either won or lost, there was no in between. It was the final battle. If we were victorious, the world would celebrate, but if we lost, the consequences would be grave. This war would end it all.
The air swirled around us, the blood-red sun bearing down on us all ominously.
Grasped the hilt of my sword firmly, I drew it out of it's sheath.
Anticipatation and dread is what filled me when I thought of the first blow that would land with my first swing.
The opposing army drew closer and closer, and closer yet.
Everyone around me was preparing for battle.
The army before us halted several units away from us.
I heard our leader yell words of encouragement.
Then the cry of battle.
There was a roar of enragement and everyone charged forward.
Arrows flew, slicing the darknening sky.
There were yells of agony ringing out as numerous people fell in pain.
The feeling of grief for those who fell overwhelmed me as I thought that I would be next.
Looking to the heavens, I begged for mercy.
Caught off my guard, I felt a sword stab through my stomach, sealing my fate.
I dropped to my knees, not even feeling the pain as two orc-arrows nestled themselves into my thigh.
It was the end.
My life slipped away as a great black eagle soared over my head, it's cries echoing agony.
Feeling weak and tired, I let go of everything and slipped into the darkness.
A/N: So what did you think. I might continue this with thoughts of other people before and throughout battle, depending on the reviews I get.