A/N - Since some many people have told me to, and personally, I know I
could do better, I have gone back and polished the story up as much as I
could, but since I am me, its still not perfect, but it will have to do for
now. I will elaborate more whenever I get inspired to. Thanx to everyone
who has reviewed!
Replies-
Laura: Calm down and thank you for the very long, stupid, pointless review. You have inspired me to continue the story even though I long to see you talk to the voice. I have finished this as quickly as possible just for your sanity's sake. ^I find it funny reading your's and Megan's convos and don't mind if you two continue this argument but please keep cursing and vanity to a minimum if you don't mind. Thank you.
Megan: Love you too! Thanx a bunch. Ditto from above^
EldarExilePrincess: I am honored that you would read my fan fic! Thank you for pointing out some grammatical errors. I think your poems are great, I just haven't had the time to review. LEGOLAS IS AWESOME! And will be entering this fic soon, hopefully.
Chapter 4
Cindy tripped on the millionth tree root and fell to the ground, cursing her luck and the gods for the trouble she was in. Not only was she lost with nowhere to go, but there were elves hunting her as if she was some sort of animal. "Why are there so some many Goddamned tree roots?!" screamed the frustrated girl, venting all of her fury at the enormous trees that surrounded her.
'I have to keep moving, or those elves will get me,' Cindy thought, forcing herself to get up. Her torn knees were reluctant to bear her, but with a great show of effort, She stumbled forward. The thought of being captured did not relieve the girl. "What's even more depressing," said Cindy to the trees, "is that I don't have my CD player with me. I know I brought it here, wherever here is..." She said, vaguely recalling the pounding of the case on her back when she had that run-in with the orcs, as she was now certain that's what they were, if this was a hallucination. Only Cindy would think that there were orcs or elves hunting her. With a sudden jolt, she realized that she did not have her book with her. What would happen if one of the elves read it? What did it matter if this was really a hallucination?
As she walked, she stared off into the gloom ahead of her and jumped when she saw eyes staring back at her. Shaking her head, Cindy looked back and the eyes were gone. "Paranoia," Cindy muttered as she stumbled on into the darkness and despair but could not shake the feeling that someone, or something was watching her. She could feel its eyes boring into her back, but she tried to ignore it as the darkness devoured her.
***
After two hours and several false alarms, Harim and his company had trekked deep into the forest. Fingering his bow, Harim held the torch at eye level, using the light in a feeble attempt to dissipate the darkness. Harim cursed under his breath, bitterly wondering if this she-man was worth the trouble of putting his troops in danger. 'But the mortal could be a spy of Sauron's,' he reminded himself. 'If I let her get away, she can report back to her master.' He sped up his pace.
Suddenly, he heard a noise above his head. He tossed his torch to an elf and whipped out an arrow, notched it into the bow, pointed it to the noise, and saw a mass of flowing white threads: A spider's web. There, in the center of the white masses, was the girl glaring down at him as if to say, "Get me down from here". Evidently, she had struggled against the bindings, for the ropes were tangled in hopeless knots about her. A thick thread was wrapped around her mouth. Her eyes shone with rage and pain, but also with the terror of a trapped animal.
Harim ordered his company to halt as he took a few steps closer, pulling out his knife, readying to release her from the flowing white monster. Instantly, webs flew from the darkness and wrapped themselves around his body. He knew that he had just walked into a death trap, and he hadn't seen it until it was too late.
Immediately, spiders swarmed from the shadows and attacked the troop of elves. The elves slashed up with their knives while the spiders crashed down with their pincers crushing whatever was in range. Two eyes met eight, both holding the same fire of fury as the two hated enemies fought on, bent on destroying the other species. Blood splurged everywhere as Harim and Cindy watched from above as the horrific yet mesmerizing dance played before them.
As Cindy watched, she couldn't decide which side she wanted to win. If the elves won, they would take her back to their camp and probably torture her. But if the gigantic revolting spiders won, she'd be dinner. Finally deciding that she would root for the former, Cindy kept her eyes on the battle, flinching as blood squirted up at her, covering her hair and body. The elves fought valiantly and with great skill, but there were just too many spiders to kill them all. They kept crawling out from the darkness, as if they were being spit out by the blackness, being retched out of the belly of a black widow.
A/N II: Ohhh... Its so frustrating trying and failing to put something into words. Sorry I am bad at writing bloody parts, but I've got great mental images of it, I just can't produce it into writing. So you'll just have to use your imagination.
A/N III: THANK YOU SO MUCH MEGAN! YOU MAKE THIS STORY SO MUCH BETTER!
Replies-
Laura: Calm down and thank you for the very long, stupid, pointless review. You have inspired me to continue the story even though I long to see you talk to the voice. I have finished this as quickly as possible just for your sanity's sake. ^I find it funny reading your's and Megan's convos and don't mind if you two continue this argument but please keep cursing and vanity to a minimum if you don't mind. Thank you.
Megan: Love you too! Thanx a bunch. Ditto from above^
EldarExilePrincess: I am honored that you would read my fan fic! Thank you for pointing out some grammatical errors. I think your poems are great, I just haven't had the time to review. LEGOLAS IS AWESOME! And will be entering this fic soon, hopefully.
Chapter 4
Cindy tripped on the millionth tree root and fell to the ground, cursing her luck and the gods for the trouble she was in. Not only was she lost with nowhere to go, but there were elves hunting her as if she was some sort of animal. "Why are there so some many Goddamned tree roots?!" screamed the frustrated girl, venting all of her fury at the enormous trees that surrounded her.
'I have to keep moving, or those elves will get me,' Cindy thought, forcing herself to get up. Her torn knees were reluctant to bear her, but with a great show of effort, She stumbled forward. The thought of being captured did not relieve the girl. "What's even more depressing," said Cindy to the trees, "is that I don't have my CD player with me. I know I brought it here, wherever here is..." She said, vaguely recalling the pounding of the case on her back when she had that run-in with the orcs, as she was now certain that's what they were, if this was a hallucination. Only Cindy would think that there were orcs or elves hunting her. With a sudden jolt, she realized that she did not have her book with her. What would happen if one of the elves read it? What did it matter if this was really a hallucination?
As she walked, she stared off into the gloom ahead of her and jumped when she saw eyes staring back at her. Shaking her head, Cindy looked back and the eyes were gone. "Paranoia," Cindy muttered as she stumbled on into the darkness and despair but could not shake the feeling that someone, or something was watching her. She could feel its eyes boring into her back, but she tried to ignore it as the darkness devoured her.
***
After two hours and several false alarms, Harim and his company had trekked deep into the forest. Fingering his bow, Harim held the torch at eye level, using the light in a feeble attempt to dissipate the darkness. Harim cursed under his breath, bitterly wondering if this she-man was worth the trouble of putting his troops in danger. 'But the mortal could be a spy of Sauron's,' he reminded himself. 'If I let her get away, she can report back to her master.' He sped up his pace.
Suddenly, he heard a noise above his head. He tossed his torch to an elf and whipped out an arrow, notched it into the bow, pointed it to the noise, and saw a mass of flowing white threads: A spider's web. There, in the center of the white masses, was the girl glaring down at him as if to say, "Get me down from here". Evidently, she had struggled against the bindings, for the ropes were tangled in hopeless knots about her. A thick thread was wrapped around her mouth. Her eyes shone with rage and pain, but also with the terror of a trapped animal.
Harim ordered his company to halt as he took a few steps closer, pulling out his knife, readying to release her from the flowing white monster. Instantly, webs flew from the darkness and wrapped themselves around his body. He knew that he had just walked into a death trap, and he hadn't seen it until it was too late.
Immediately, spiders swarmed from the shadows and attacked the troop of elves. The elves slashed up with their knives while the spiders crashed down with their pincers crushing whatever was in range. Two eyes met eight, both holding the same fire of fury as the two hated enemies fought on, bent on destroying the other species. Blood splurged everywhere as Harim and Cindy watched from above as the horrific yet mesmerizing dance played before them.
As Cindy watched, she couldn't decide which side she wanted to win. If the elves won, they would take her back to their camp and probably torture her. But if the gigantic revolting spiders won, she'd be dinner. Finally deciding that she would root for the former, Cindy kept her eyes on the battle, flinching as blood squirted up at her, covering her hair and body. The elves fought valiantly and with great skill, but there were just too many spiders to kill them all. They kept crawling out from the darkness, as if they were being spit out by the blackness, being retched out of the belly of a black widow.
A/N II: Ohhh... Its so frustrating trying and failing to put something into words. Sorry I am bad at writing bloody parts, but I've got great mental images of it, I just can't produce it into writing. So you'll just have to use your imagination.
A/N III: THANK YOU SO MUCH MEGAN! YOU MAKE THIS STORY SO MUCH BETTER!