AN) alright, I must say I am quite disappointed by this following it's what?...3 reviews, 6 followers, 2 favorite and over 206 people have seen it... Well I'll keep writing for now but be warned I will stop if this continues.
The POV is changing to first person just so you know. I will also be asking questions to keep you all involved
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Question of this chapter: If you had the chance, what fictional character would you like to get to know for a day and why?
My stomach stabbed me in protest and my head spun as I walked through the dry grasslands of Rohan. I put my head against Hudrimme's neck as she tried to headbutt me.
"I know Hudrimme, I'm hungry too." I whispered stroking her mane. She neighed and clicked resentfully.
"I could always make you carry me." I snapped and she snorted. Then I heard it, my salvation. Rushing water. I stood straight and turned to Hudrimme and smiled.
"I'll race you!" I shouted and took off towards the sound.
In the end she beat me but we both relished in the water splashing about like younglings. We found a bush of berries and we ate, she more than I. When the sun started to set I stripped myself of my dress and cloak and washed my wounds. My hands stopped when I got to the shackle around my ankle.
"I'm free." I reminded myself and continued. I ripped my cloak into strips and bandaged old cuts on my torso that opened in my exodus. When the sun fully disappeared over the horizon I put my wet dress back on and forced Hudrimme up from her resting position. Together we continued on north.
Three days later I was stumbling across the stark landscape with Hudrimme nudging me slightly. My vision swayed and swooned with each step I took. The fair sun was settling again and I knew I must press on.
I heard someone shout something in a strange language. It was then my vision failed me and I crumpled to the ground.
I woke up warm. I blinked slowly adjusting to the orange glow of a fire. Then I looked next to me and there sat an old man.
"Who are you?" I asked my eyes wide with fear. The old man himself looked surprised.
"It has been long since I've heard someone speak the black speech of Mordor." He said slowly. I simply looked at him.
"Are you from Mordor child?" He asked placing his hand on my shoulder. I nodded slowly and lift my skirt to show him the shackle on my ankle.
"Were you a prisoner there? How long have you been there? How did you escape?" he asked.
"You won't make me go back right?" I asked. He shook his head and held out a piece of bead to me. I took it and bit into it.
"Thank you." I whispered.
"Are you going to answer my questions?" he asked.
"Yes I was but not always. I've lived there for two thousand eighteen years, I've been prisoner for two thousand." I whispered. Taking another bite I looked back up at him.
"Did you know if you work at one link in a chain it eventually becomes so weak it gives way?"
I said matter of factly.
"I am Gandalf the gray, I am a Maiar." the old man Gandalf said
"I am Amaihel, I am part Ainur and part elven on my mother's side." I said looking at him intently. I turned back to the fire and looked into its flames. Inside the fire the flames moved. They twisted and turned creating a thick dark smoke.
With a gasp I was pulled out of my body and thrown into the future. I felt like I had jumped fro my tower room my stomach jumping into my throat. I was floating two feet above the ground looking over the harsh landscape of a formerly beautiful hillside country. The ground was burnt to a crisp and there were small people, children, in chains marching with orcs whipping their large hairy feet. They were marching to a factory thick mucky smoke rising out of its pillars. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned ans there stood my father in his tall former glory. He glared at me and lifted his sword. Then I was thrown harshly into back to the real world.
Gandalf was sitting in front of me one of is hands in mine the other over my forehead.
"How- how did you stop it?" I stuttered.
"An old trick I can teach you if you accompany me on my travels." I nodded. He smiled, stood and walked back to his respective spot.
"I think we should start with language, you will scare quite a few people with the black speech of Mordor." I took a deep breath and my teachings started.
