1 Disclaimer: I don't own LotR, yaddayaddayadda…..
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Minyahriel rode on all night, over hills, through a small forest, and so on. At crack of dawn she reached the edge of the forest. She found a good place to rest, and stopped. She dismounted her horse and lay down on the ground, wrapped in her cloak. Her horse wandered off as Minyahiriel fell asleep with her eyes wide open, as she always did. She slept soundless until nightfall.
She woke up and had a little breakfast. It was getting dark and depressing thoughts overwhelmed her. Thoughts about Aragorn, about why her parents had abandoned her when she was young, why she never had been happy or even been able to laugh. Minyahiriel threw her piece of Lembas away. The scars on her wrists were aching. She wanted to cut herself again. She took her dagger and slashed her wrists. Once again, blood poured from her arms onto the ground. She sat there for a while, thinking. Then she got up and washed the blood from her hands and the bloodstains from the dagger in a little stream close to where she had slept.
Minyahiriel mounted her horse again and went towards the Misty Mountains. She passed over the mountains in a couple of days and without any trouble. When she had come down the mountains she decided to follow the Old Forest road. For some strange reason unknown to Minyahiriel the place was swarming with orcs. She passed the orcs on a small distance, and they didn't notice her. She turned her head, wondering whether they were following her or not. Luckily, they weren't. She turned her head to face the road again and the branch of a tree cut across her face. She swore loudly.
'Aw! Dammit!'
Suddenly she found the road blocked by the orcs.
'Uh, oh…' she murmured.
One of the orcs got hold of her horse. He shouldn't have done that.
'Let go of my horse, you goddessdammitmotherfuckingsonofabitch!!!!!!' she yelled.
She grabbed her bow and shot an arrow right between the orc's eyes. He was dead before he hit the ground. The other orcs tried to run for it, and six more orcs got killed by Minyahiriel, whom was cursing loudly.
She spurred her horse and they speeded away like a bolt of lightning. As they left the orcs even further behind, she reined her horse in and her heartbeat slowed down.
'Wow, seven orcs killed, very good!' she panted. 'They'll think twice before they attack an innocent elf again'
Her horse snorted in response. Minyahiriel patted him.
'Time for a break, my dear' she said after a while. It had become light again, and the sun rose steadily in the east. 'Let's have some sleep.'
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Minyahriel rode on all night, over hills, through a small forest, and so on. At crack of dawn she reached the edge of the forest. She found a good place to rest, and stopped. She dismounted her horse and lay down on the ground, wrapped in her cloak. Her horse wandered off as Minyahiriel fell asleep with her eyes wide open, as she always did. She slept soundless until nightfall.
She woke up and had a little breakfast. It was getting dark and depressing thoughts overwhelmed her. Thoughts about Aragorn, about why her parents had abandoned her when she was young, why she never had been happy or even been able to laugh. Minyahiriel threw her piece of Lembas away. The scars on her wrists were aching. She wanted to cut herself again. She took her dagger and slashed her wrists. Once again, blood poured from her arms onto the ground. She sat there for a while, thinking. Then she got up and washed the blood from her hands and the bloodstains from the dagger in a little stream close to where she had slept.
Minyahiriel mounted her horse again and went towards the Misty Mountains. She passed over the mountains in a couple of days and without any trouble. When she had come down the mountains she decided to follow the Old Forest road. For some strange reason unknown to Minyahiriel the place was swarming with orcs. She passed the orcs on a small distance, and they didn't notice her. She turned her head, wondering whether they were following her or not. Luckily, they weren't. She turned her head to face the road again and the branch of a tree cut across her face. She swore loudly.
'Aw! Dammit!'
Suddenly she found the road blocked by the orcs.
'Uh, oh…' she murmured.
One of the orcs got hold of her horse. He shouldn't have done that.
'Let go of my horse, you goddessdammitmotherfuckingsonofabitch!!!!!!' she yelled.
She grabbed her bow and shot an arrow right between the orc's eyes. He was dead before he hit the ground. The other orcs tried to run for it, and six more orcs got killed by Minyahiriel, whom was cursing loudly.
She spurred her horse and they speeded away like a bolt of lightning. As they left the orcs even further behind, she reined her horse in and her heartbeat slowed down.
'Wow, seven orcs killed, very good!' she panted. 'They'll think twice before they attack an innocent elf again'
Her horse snorted in response. Minyahiriel patted him.
'Time for a break, my dear' she said after a while. It had become light again, and the sun rose steadily in the east. 'Let's have some sleep.'