CHAPTER 2: Back Again
Important A/N:
Sindarin
Common
Thoughts
I will tell you if anyone is speaking in any other languages in this chapter and those to come, so without further ado...
Ken (Tigress)
Just east of Trollshaws forest, Oct. 20
When the world stopped spinning and I got my bearings I realized with a jolt that I was not in Manhattan anymore. I was lying on my back in a dark forest
My head snapped to the side as I heard a large hoof stamp with a loud thud next to my head. I scrambled up and turned but I realized I was surrounded by five towering black horses mounted by darkly armed riders.
The feral in me told me to run away from the pure malice that saturated the air around them. The smell of rotting flesh rolled off them in waves and I started to panic. Their swords were drawn, and to my dismay they did not seem as surprised to see me as I was to see them.
"Come!" Their shrill voices demanded, "To Mordor we will take you!"
At this point I would have hoped for a witty comeback to come out of my mouth but I was so stunned at this point all that came out was, "Whut?"
Then the nearest rabid-like horse reared and started punching its hooves at me. One clipped my shoulder with a sharp crack. Flames of pain licked up and down my arm instantly. My instincts finally kicked in and I roared from the pain. I dodged several swinging blades and kicking hooves as I tried to escape the circle they trapped me in. I lunged under a horse, somersaulted, then shot out of there like a bullet. Unfortunately I knew that even though I was a feral that this wouldn't last long if I couldn't slow them down or lose them somehow.
How the hell do I get into these situations?
High pitched screeches assaulted my ears almost making me trip. I pushed my legs faster than I had ever gone before. It was surprising how fast I could run with the little exercise I had been doing lately. Somehow that fact didn't comfort me like it should have.
The forest was dark from the cloudy night, and if I wasn't a feral it would have been pitch black. I wove though the dark trees in large zig-zags, attempting to confuse them, but there screeches were making my head pound and I had no clue where I was running.
Suddenly the leader's horse was on top of me. I twisted my body to face it and slashed at its throat with my claws. The rider kicked me with his armored foot and I landed hard on my back as I heard an unnatural whinny. I jumped up to see the rider pick himself off his dead horse so I turned tail and ran.
Pain scorched across my back and I realized I wasn't fast enough to evade the fallen rider's sword. But I kept running, knowing it would heal soon.
After what was probably a minute but felt like an hour, I burst into a clearing with the riders following a few hundred yards behind me, still in the foliage. In the clearing just a few yards from where I stood there was a brilliantly white horse carrying what looked to be a sickly child. Then two dark figures that were next to the horse drew a bow and the other unsheathed his sword.
I lifted my hands. "W-wait! Don't shoot!" I shouted in what I prayed was common.
The man with the sword stopped but I heard the unmistakable twang of a bow and my chest erupted with pain.
I found myself on my back from the sheer force of the blow. Hot blood soaked my white shirt as I struggled to stay conscious.
"Hold! It is just a woman, Glorfindel." A deep voice spoke angrily.
Pain was radiating from my back now, and tears started to fall unchecked on my cheeks. My back should have been healed by now, I thought hazily.
Then another piercing screech broke through the air. I felt strong arms lift me up, and heard more voices.
"The enemy is upon us! Fly!"
"Fly Asfeloth! Fly!"
"Mr. Frodo!"
Then it all went black.
James (Saber)
Moria, Oct 23
I don't think I have ever been more angry and confused in my entire life than I am at this moment. Minutes ago I was coming home from a particularly rough assassination job, just to see my sister disappear before my eyes right before I was swallowed up into a black hole myself. It was maddening to say the least.
I slowly woke to feel hard, jagged rock digging into my shoulders and when I my head stopped pounding I found myself in a pitch black cave of some sort. The first thing that struck me was the overwhelming smell of death that seemed to coat everything like a strong smelling paint, making it hard to breath. My eyes quickly adjusted to the lack of light and I saw a stone stairway to my right that seemed to go up for miles. Skeletons of small humanoid creatures were scattered everywhere with various ancient weapons stuck in them.
What. The. Hell.
A/N: Just made some small edits to this. Please feel free to review!