DISCLAIMER: Luthien and Larien are original characters, all other characters involved in the plot belong to Tokien.
1) Its an alternative universe.
2) Boromir is NOT obsessed with the ring.
3) Arwen sailed away to Valinor.
4) Legolas x OC
5) Aragorn x OC
6) NO SLASH! Just friendship.
I'm new to this whole website and writing so please excuse any poor mistakes, I'm doing my best to learn the rules. I do like to good feedback but please don't be rude, I'm doing my best to get this right.
Chapter 12.
Loud bellowing voices echoed through the misty snow covered mountains, causing the rocky surface to crumble "You cannot pass!" Gandalf roared at the Balrog raising his arms with his staff gripped tightly in his wrinkled hands. Frodo's eyes widened in horror as he yelled at his friend "Gandalf!" The wizard ignored the little hobbit and focused on the beast in front of him "I'm the servant of the secret fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. The dark fire will not avail you! Flame of Udun!"
Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin could do nothing but watch fearing for their oldest friend's life for ever thinking if Gandalf will escape its fiery grasp "Go back to the shadow! YOU… SHALL NOT... PASS!" Gandalf slams his staff on the bridge of Khazad-dûm sending out a large flash of white light, driving the Balrog backwards as it pulls out his whip covered in orange burning flames stepping forward in anger onto the bridge causing it to crumble beneath its weight, dropping the Balrog into the dark shadows of the Chasm. Gandalf let out a slight sigh the hobbits eyes filling with hope that soon turned to fear as the tail of the burning whip wrap's tightly around the wizard's leg forcing him to fall over scrambling to hold onto what's left of the bridge.
Boromir grabs Frodo holding him back as he runs to aid his friend "No Frodo!" his voice was stern as Gandalf looked into Frodo's eyes for a brief moment before letting out his final words "Run you fools!" Gandalf loses his grip falling into the darkness as Frodo's voice echoed after him "No!" The old wizard rushes towards the Balrog and grabs hold of his sword Glamdring on his way down gripping it tightly in his grasp. As they continue to plunge into the dark depths, Gandalf hacks away at the Balrog slicing its fiery skin even as it crashes and bounces off the chasms walls, the beast and the wizard continue to fall into the shadows Gandalf clinging to the horn of the demon whenever he gets the chance. The battling pair finally plunges into an enormous cavern and lands in the water. Just as they sink to the caverns floor Frodo awakens from the nightmare.
The Uruk-hai slung Merry and Pippin over their backs securing them with rope as they carried the hobbits across the green open fields of Rohan, Pippin turned his tired gaze at his best friend seeing Merry's eyes closed tightly "Merry! Merry!" Pippin called out for his friend, Merry had a deep gash underneath his brow which was the most probable cause to slip into unconsciousness. Suddenly an Uruk-hai raised his hand signalling for the group to stop. One of the dark beasts known as Uglúk spoke "What is it? What do you smell?" Maúhur turned looking back into the distance as he spat more than spoke "Man-Flesh" Pippin was listening in, speaking his friends name with hope "Aragorn!" Uglúk shouted at the group raising his arm into the sky giving a forward gesture with his arm "They've picked up our trail! Let's go!" The Uruk-hai quicken their pace wanting to lose the ranger, dwarf and elf. Pippin needed to leave a sign to prove to the three trackers they were on the right trail, so he tries to reach his Elven brooch with his teeth struggling until he tears it off his cloak dropping it onto the ground. Luckily the Uruk-hai did not notice the brooch on the muddy surface; instead some of the beasts trample it, setting it more firmly into the brown soil.
Aragorn is lying with his eyes closed his ear pressed firmly to the ground, listening for the sound of footsteps. Once he hears the footsteps get faster his eyes open pushing himself off the ground and looking into the distance "Their pace quickens. They must have caught our scent…Hurry!" Aragorn's showed urgency as his blonde male companion turned to the dwarf shouting at him as he lagged behind "Come on Gimli!" Gimli growled muttering quietly under his breath "Three day's and night's pursuit…No food...No rest...And no sign of our quarry but what bare rock can tell" Larien grabbed the dwarf on his upper arm pulling him into a quicker pace as he tried to argue, but just as he tried pulling away Lúthien grabbed his other arm and the two elves glanced at each other with wide smiles spreading across their pale faces. Gimli's eyes widened in fear trying to release their grip but failing "Don't you even think about it…" before the angry dwarf could finish his sentence the two girls picked him up and ran after Legolas and Aragorn laughing loudly as they caught up in the pursuit.
Aragorn and Legolas heard the laughter and they turned around seeing the two elleth's carrying Gimli across the plains and rocky terrain, Legolas raised his blonde eyebrow and glanced at Aragorn who was trying to conceal a laugh. Legolas rolled his eyes and tapped his shoulder to refocus his attention, they five hunters didn't run to far before the ranger drew to a halt bending down to pick up the Elven Brooch off the muddy ground "Not idly do the leaves of Lorien fall" Larien and Lúthien placed Gimli on the ground slightly out of breath at the weight they had to carry "What is it?" Larien looked at Aragorn her emerald eyes burning with curiosity "The leaf of Lorien… They may yet be alive!" Legolas spoke with hope as Lúthien stepped forward examining the brooch and nodding "They must be less than a day ahead" Aragorn regained his posture and started the chase again running on ahead "We must hurry!" Larien and Lúthien left Gimli to his own devises this time giving their arms a rest as they ran close behind the ranger "Come Gimli! We are gaining on them!" Gimli rolled his eyes running after them "I'm wasted on cross-country. We dwarves are natural sprinters. Very dangerous we are over short distances!" The dwarf spoke loud enough for the four of them to hear this time, grumbling under his breath as they took no notice.
The Uruk-hai ran across the large fields as the five trackers gave chase coming across a hill their pace slowing as they gazed across the plains "Rohan, home of the horse-lords. There's something strange at work here. Some evil gives speed to these creatures. Sets it's will against us. Legolas! What does your elf eyes see?" Aragorn turned to his friend as Legolas brushed past him standing on a large rock on the edge of the steep hill his ocean blue gaze looking into the distance as Lúthien and Larien turned to see Gimli stand next to them out of breath "The Uruk-hai turn North east…They are taking the hobbits to Isengard!" the two Elleth's click their fingers and dance in a circle singing in their head "Isengard, Isengard!" Aragorn and Legolas spin on their heel to watch the two elves dance with huge smiles caressing there face's "What are they doing? Have they gone insane?" Gimli's voice was hushed as he stepped away from them standing in between the elf and the man "I…" Aragorn shook his head as he was lost for words his eyes locked onto the elleth's dancing.
The tower of Orthanc stands amidst the smoking caverns of Isengard, Saruman stands tall in his chamber communicating with the Dark Lord through the Palantir. "The world is changing, who now has the strength to stand against the armies of Isengard and Mordor. To stand against the might of Sauron and Saruman and the union of the two towers. Together, Lord Sauron, we shall rule this Middle-Earth" his voice was deep and strong as he looked up to see the caverns of Isengard glow with the fires of industry, sounds of hammering fill the air and molten iron is poured into casts as the beasts create the weapons of war.
"The old world will burn in the fires of industry. Forests will fall. A new order will rise. We will drive the machinery of war with the sword and the spear and the iron fist of the Orcs. We now have only to remove those who oppose us" Saruman stands within the midst of gathering wild men who are holding in the dirty hands torches and crude weaponry, speaking loudly for all to hear "The horsemen have taken your land. They drove your people into the hills to scratch the living of rocks. Take back the lands they stole from you. Burn every village! It will begin in the Rohan. Too long have these peasants stood against you. But no more!" his voice echoed through the growing crowds as they cheered and raised their bloody weapons, running out of Isengard to attack the villages of Rohan.
Please review my story if you enjoyed it! I love the feedback!