Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR or Gundam Wing. But I did watch that new
Gundam Show today! ^_^ Very cute!
Warnings: Er...The story doesn't start here. It starts on the next chapter(which should be up at the same time...). So, since this is just a short little prequel, it HASN'T BEEN BETAED. Ok? This should just give you an idea of how this story will work.
Note: Yes, all main events in this story are completely true, based on the Tolkien universe. The Gundam Wing characters are just taking over the roles of the many nameless people who lived, fought, and died in the Lord of the Rings epic.
As Kat says, proceed.
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June 28, just south of the Shire
A lone figure stumbles over the flatlands that mark the southern border of Eriador, a little below the Greyflood and Loudwater. His clothes, once pristine white, are now dirty and stained from days of travel. His black hair, matted. A closer look shows him to be bloodstained and although in excellent shape, ready to pass out from exhaustion. His dark eyes glint with fresh hatred. As he turns and looks back towards the Isen, his mouth slowly forms words, then spits them out, as if they are a deadly poison.
"The Dark Lord. Sauron."
Hands clenched, a wound in his arm throbbing with pain, he whirls around and screams out his rage, before collapsing to the ground in a pile of torn finery.
As he slept, a man cloaked in gray rode past, searching for a hidden danger, but finding only fugitives. Fugitives and whispers of fear.
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Warnings: Er...The story doesn't start here. It starts on the next chapter(which should be up at the same time...). So, since this is just a short little prequel, it HASN'T BEEN BETAED. Ok? This should just give you an idea of how this story will work.
Note: Yes, all main events in this story are completely true, based on the Tolkien universe. The Gundam Wing characters are just taking over the roles of the many nameless people who lived, fought, and died in the Lord of the Rings epic.
As Kat says, proceed.
***
June 28, just south of the Shire
A lone figure stumbles over the flatlands that mark the southern border of Eriador, a little below the Greyflood and Loudwater. His clothes, once pristine white, are now dirty and stained from days of travel. His black hair, matted. A closer look shows him to be bloodstained and although in excellent shape, ready to pass out from exhaustion. His dark eyes glint with fresh hatred. As he turns and looks back towards the Isen, his mouth slowly forms words, then spits them out, as if they are a deadly poison.
"The Dark Lord. Sauron."
Hands clenched, a wound in his arm throbbing with pain, he whirls around and screams out his rage, before collapsing to the ground in a pile of torn finery.
As he slept, a man cloaked in gray rode past, searching for a hidden danger, but finding only fugitives. Fugitives and whispers of fear.
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