1: This story will be revised later. I just wanted to get it up and see what other's thought so far and just to make myself happy. Please let me know what you think regardless. I'm a big girl; I can handle critism.
2: I haven't decided if this story comes before The Hobbit or after The Lord of the Rings. Let me know what you think.
Okay this is my own creation inspired by J.R.R. Tolkien's books about Middle Earth: The Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, ect.
Enjoy-
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"Ne daro, mallorn, ne daro!" Looking back over her shoulder, she saw the orcs were still right behind her. "Uhg" An arrow skimmed across her bare arm. Kalin Aradia, betrothal to the son of Thranduil, one of the last elves, was making the long journey from Lothlorien to her own home in Rivendell. Planning on going through the Gap of Rohan, Kalin was attacked by a host of orcs who had been chasing her all night long. Her arrows were spent and few and rare were the stops when her horse could rest.
"Elbereth! Gilthoniel!" she cried aloud as an arrow pierced her left shoulder. Braking off the arrow shaft she glanced behind her again. They were gaining! Turning to the front again, Kalin readied herself for a jump across a deep, dry riverbed. Just as the horse began his jump an arrow slammed into his chest. The horse fell as Kalin jumped clear. Rolling to a stand, Kalin pulled her sword as the orcs encircled her. Looking north she could see the Gap only half a league away. She couldn't be sure in the moonlight, but she thought she saw a white rider approaching. The orcs rushed her. Kalin fought for her life, but numbers quickly began to show, they were to soon overrun her. Suddenly beside her was another elf fighting fiercely. The wrath of the newcomer was unveiled and soon the only orcs left were those that were dead. The newcomer turned towards Kalin in time to catch her as she fell. "Glorfindol, wha-" and she fainted.
There was something on the horizon; through it was well within the limit of his eye site the full moon was also on the horizon. Very faintly he could hear voices, unclear and jumbled voices. Not taking his eyes off the crowd, Glorfindol the elf readied his horse for disguised flight or bold fight. The crowd was moving fast towards his general direction. Suddenly flowing across the fields a voice cried, "Elbereth! Gilthoniel!"
It was an elf! They crowd was now close enough to begin to make out details. An elf was being pursued by a whole host of orcs. Spurring his horse on Glorfindol began loosing arrows. With a cold realization, Glorfindol recognized the elf. It was Kalin Aradia, the elf he was waiting on. Kalin's horse began to make a jump across an old riverbed only to be cut down in mid-jump. Glorfindol saw Kalin jump from the horse and roll to a stand. As the orcs surrounded her, Glorfindol lost sight of her. Once close enough Glorfindol grabbed his sword and jumped off of his horse. He fought fiercely to get to Kalin, and let lose his complete wrath. Soon all the rest of the orcs had fled. Turning to Kalin, he saw her begin to faint from the fight and her wounds. Rushing over he caught her as she fell. Glorfindol's keen ears picked up her sigh, "Glorfindol, wha-"
Hugging the smaller elf to him, Glorfindol couldn't help but smile an ironic smile, "Always attracting trouble, aren't you, Kalin Aradia."
2: I haven't decided if this story comes before The Hobbit or after The Lord of the Rings. Let me know what you think.
Okay this is my own creation inspired by J.R.R. Tolkien's books about Middle Earth: The Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, ect.
Enjoy-
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"Ne daro, mallorn, ne daro!" Looking back over her shoulder, she saw the orcs were still right behind her. "Uhg" An arrow skimmed across her bare arm. Kalin Aradia, betrothal to the son of Thranduil, one of the last elves, was making the long journey from Lothlorien to her own home in Rivendell. Planning on going through the Gap of Rohan, Kalin was attacked by a host of orcs who had been chasing her all night long. Her arrows were spent and few and rare were the stops when her horse could rest.
"Elbereth! Gilthoniel!" she cried aloud as an arrow pierced her left shoulder. Braking off the arrow shaft she glanced behind her again. They were gaining! Turning to the front again, Kalin readied herself for a jump across a deep, dry riverbed. Just as the horse began his jump an arrow slammed into his chest. The horse fell as Kalin jumped clear. Rolling to a stand, Kalin pulled her sword as the orcs encircled her. Looking north she could see the Gap only half a league away. She couldn't be sure in the moonlight, but she thought she saw a white rider approaching. The orcs rushed her. Kalin fought for her life, but numbers quickly began to show, they were to soon overrun her. Suddenly beside her was another elf fighting fiercely. The wrath of the newcomer was unveiled and soon the only orcs left were those that were dead. The newcomer turned towards Kalin in time to catch her as she fell. "Glorfindol, wha-" and she fainted.
There was something on the horizon; through it was well within the limit of his eye site the full moon was also on the horizon. Very faintly he could hear voices, unclear and jumbled voices. Not taking his eyes off the crowd, Glorfindol the elf readied his horse for disguised flight or bold fight. The crowd was moving fast towards his general direction. Suddenly flowing across the fields a voice cried, "Elbereth! Gilthoniel!"
It was an elf! They crowd was now close enough to begin to make out details. An elf was being pursued by a whole host of orcs. Spurring his horse on Glorfindol began loosing arrows. With a cold realization, Glorfindol recognized the elf. It was Kalin Aradia, the elf he was waiting on. Kalin's horse began to make a jump across an old riverbed only to be cut down in mid-jump. Glorfindol saw Kalin jump from the horse and roll to a stand. As the orcs surrounded her, Glorfindol lost sight of her. Once close enough Glorfindol grabbed his sword and jumped off of his horse. He fought fiercely to get to Kalin, and let lose his complete wrath. Soon all the rest of the orcs had fled. Turning to Kalin, he saw her begin to faint from the fight and her wounds. Rushing over he caught her as she fell. Glorfindol's keen ears picked up her sigh, "Glorfindol, wha-"
Hugging the smaller elf to him, Glorfindol couldn't help but smile an ironic smile, "Always attracting trouble, aren't you, Kalin Aradia."
