Author's note: I use terms from the lotr books but i assure you i'm just
borrowing them. but i made up the crillium thing (i stink at elvish) please
read and review!
A Haunting Past
On they rode. Starblade running tirelessly at Crysta's command. Ian hanging for his life in back of her. They stopped at sundown to make camp.
"Well, we've finnaly stopped, and my backside hurts like heck." Ian complained.
"Oh stop complaining, we're still alive aren't we?" Crysta answered.
"Alive? We didn't see anything all day!" As soon as the words left Ian's mouth an arrow whistled by his ear.
"Watch out! Get behind me and pull out your daggers. It seems we have company." Crysta commanded. Ian unsheathed his daggers and stared at their cold gleam in the setting sun's rays. An exceptionaly ugly orc attacked him. Ian cried out and flew into the air. While Crysta remained on the ground slicing open any orc that dare come to near. Every stroke of her sword brought doom. To Ian it seemed not as a fight, but a dance of death.
"Ian! Get back down here and help!" Crysta cried angrily. "I didn't train you in the daggers for nothing!"
"You trained me to little!" Ian replied. It was true that Crysta had trained him a little to fight with the daggers, but Ian felt he was still to much of a farmer boy to actually engage in combat. He drifted down slowly to aid Crysta, though it seemed she hardly needed help. He landed on the outside of the battleing circle, and as soon as he did half of the orcs attacked him. Ian closed his eyes and swung madly.
"Ian! Open your eyes!" cried Crysta's voice behind him. Ian suddenly felt braver and remembered what Crysta had taught him. He swung in an arc and struck down his first orc. He stared at the dead orc on the ground. About ten more replaced it. It seemed to Ian that they were outnumbered.
Everywhere she looked there were orcs. Crysta knew it would be very difficult to slay all these orcs but she wouldn't tell Ian that. She fought madly with all the elf speed and strength she possesed. But it was merely for the amount of orcs. These orcs didn't seem that strong to her. But she was getting exhausted from the sheer numbers. Suddenly an orc lashed out at her and cut off the pendant she wore around her neck. Crysta gave a fierce glance and quickly relieved the orc of it's head.
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After what seemed like hours, they had killed every orc. Crysta leaned on her knees and gasped for breath. A hand passed in front of her face holding her pendant.
"Thanks Ian." said Crysta cheerfully, trying to hide her fatigue. By the end of the fight Ian had a cut on his arm, and Crysta had a big gash above her eye. she had ducked just in time to avoid getting chopped in half.
She tied the string back around her neck. It was a beautiful pendant. It was oval, the border made of ithilden (starmoon), from mithril, which the elves dearly loved. Inside was a night sky made of jade. There was also a moon, and three sparkling stars made of crillium (starcrystal). They gleamed like diamonds (only more beautiful and dazzling) in the moonlight.
"It's a beautiful pendant Crysta. Where did you get it? It is of elven craft is it not." asked Ian.
"Well, i've had it since my seventh birthday, which would be about seven years i've had it. I got it from a very good friend whom i've never seen since we first met. I don't remember his name, or even what he looks like. But come, we best build a fire or we'll freeze."
Ian sighed, "Alright, but can we build away from here? I don't fancy sleeping among dead orcs." Crysta laughed. They walked until they came to a glen not far from the battle scene. They gathered brush (with the help of Crysta's little ax) and piled it up.
"Crysta? How are we going to make this fire? We don't have any flint." Ian asked.
Crysta smiled. "Allow me to handle that." she stretched out her hand and closed her eyes. A flame shot from her outstretched hand and lit the wood. It crackled merrily giving them warmth.
Ian stared in awe. "I knew you could do that but i've never seen it for myself."
"Not many people have." Crysta replied.
"How long until we reach Mirkwood?" Ian asked.
"Well, it's about thirty leagues away so it will take about three days." Suddenly, Crysta looked south and jumped up.
"What do you see?" Ian asked.
"SSHH!" Crysta warned. Soon after, Ian heard the pounding of hoofs on the ground. A figure came galloping through and stopped just out side the firelight. Crysta drew her sword. "Halt! Who are you and what is your business?" she commanded. The figure was engulfed in the dark, but Ian could see it smile and it's eyes glint.
"I come in peace Crystalya." it said. Crysta smiled and sheathed her sword, a sigh of relief escaped her mouth.
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Deep in a cave evil was brewing and planning. An enormous orc walked in.
"Master, they have lived through the attack. It seems they are talented warriors, but the girl passes the boy by far."
The dark creature seated in the throne before the orc laughed evilly. "So, the elf-fairy can see my fortress in the sky that no one has seen since I destroyed Denemar." It's hideous voiced sounded. It turned back to the orc. "Follow them, the nuisance should be joining them soon. do not harm them yet, and do not enter Mirkwood! If this is the girl I am searching for, I have big plans for her. She will help me take over Middle Earth." The creature laughed shrilly and the orc bowed low and left smiling.
A Haunting Past
On they rode. Starblade running tirelessly at Crysta's command. Ian hanging for his life in back of her. They stopped at sundown to make camp.
"Well, we've finnaly stopped, and my backside hurts like heck." Ian complained.
"Oh stop complaining, we're still alive aren't we?" Crysta answered.
"Alive? We didn't see anything all day!" As soon as the words left Ian's mouth an arrow whistled by his ear.
"Watch out! Get behind me and pull out your daggers. It seems we have company." Crysta commanded. Ian unsheathed his daggers and stared at their cold gleam in the setting sun's rays. An exceptionaly ugly orc attacked him. Ian cried out and flew into the air. While Crysta remained on the ground slicing open any orc that dare come to near. Every stroke of her sword brought doom. To Ian it seemed not as a fight, but a dance of death.
"Ian! Get back down here and help!" Crysta cried angrily. "I didn't train you in the daggers for nothing!"
"You trained me to little!" Ian replied. It was true that Crysta had trained him a little to fight with the daggers, but Ian felt he was still to much of a farmer boy to actually engage in combat. He drifted down slowly to aid Crysta, though it seemed she hardly needed help. He landed on the outside of the battleing circle, and as soon as he did half of the orcs attacked him. Ian closed his eyes and swung madly.
"Ian! Open your eyes!" cried Crysta's voice behind him. Ian suddenly felt braver and remembered what Crysta had taught him. He swung in an arc and struck down his first orc. He stared at the dead orc on the ground. About ten more replaced it. It seemed to Ian that they were outnumbered.
Everywhere she looked there were orcs. Crysta knew it would be very difficult to slay all these orcs but she wouldn't tell Ian that. She fought madly with all the elf speed and strength she possesed. But it was merely for the amount of orcs. These orcs didn't seem that strong to her. But she was getting exhausted from the sheer numbers. Suddenly an orc lashed out at her and cut off the pendant she wore around her neck. Crysta gave a fierce glance and quickly relieved the orc of it's head.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After what seemed like hours, they had killed every orc. Crysta leaned on her knees and gasped for breath. A hand passed in front of her face holding her pendant.
"Thanks Ian." said Crysta cheerfully, trying to hide her fatigue. By the end of the fight Ian had a cut on his arm, and Crysta had a big gash above her eye. she had ducked just in time to avoid getting chopped in half.
She tied the string back around her neck. It was a beautiful pendant. It was oval, the border made of ithilden (starmoon), from mithril, which the elves dearly loved. Inside was a night sky made of jade. There was also a moon, and three sparkling stars made of crillium (starcrystal). They gleamed like diamonds (only more beautiful and dazzling) in the moonlight.
"It's a beautiful pendant Crysta. Where did you get it? It is of elven craft is it not." asked Ian.
"Well, i've had it since my seventh birthday, which would be about seven years i've had it. I got it from a very good friend whom i've never seen since we first met. I don't remember his name, or even what he looks like. But come, we best build a fire or we'll freeze."
Ian sighed, "Alright, but can we build away from here? I don't fancy sleeping among dead orcs." Crysta laughed. They walked until they came to a glen not far from the battle scene. They gathered brush (with the help of Crysta's little ax) and piled it up.
"Crysta? How are we going to make this fire? We don't have any flint." Ian asked.
Crysta smiled. "Allow me to handle that." she stretched out her hand and closed her eyes. A flame shot from her outstretched hand and lit the wood. It crackled merrily giving them warmth.
Ian stared in awe. "I knew you could do that but i've never seen it for myself."
"Not many people have." Crysta replied.
"How long until we reach Mirkwood?" Ian asked.
"Well, it's about thirty leagues away so it will take about three days." Suddenly, Crysta looked south and jumped up.
"What do you see?" Ian asked.
"SSHH!" Crysta warned. Soon after, Ian heard the pounding of hoofs on the ground. A figure came galloping through and stopped just out side the firelight. Crysta drew her sword. "Halt! Who are you and what is your business?" she commanded. The figure was engulfed in the dark, but Ian could see it smile and it's eyes glint.
"I come in peace Crystalya." it said. Crysta smiled and sheathed her sword, a sigh of relief escaped her mouth.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Deep in a cave evil was brewing and planning. An enormous orc walked in.
"Master, they have lived through the attack. It seems they are talented warriors, but the girl passes the boy by far."
The dark creature seated in the throne before the orc laughed evilly. "So, the elf-fairy can see my fortress in the sky that no one has seen since I destroyed Denemar." It's hideous voiced sounded. It turned back to the orc. "Follow them, the nuisance should be joining them soon. do not harm them yet, and do not enter Mirkwood! If this is the girl I am searching for, I have big plans for her. She will help me take over Middle Earth." The creature laughed shrilly and the orc bowed low and left smiling.