The characters are mine, but based on Lord of the Rings by Tolkien.
This is my first fic, so please review and tell me if its worth carrying on!
By Rykan
Orcs
The next day, Telpë and Milyamarien again came to Elrond, but this time about the matter which they had journeyed far to resolve. They told Elrond of the Orcs, and how they prophesised, if naught was done, things would go, to which Elrond agreed. He told them to go to Ered Nimrais, the mountains in Gondor, and to the west end of the mountains to find Denelin, an Elven warrior who had been but thirteen during the War of the Ring, but still came to battle and lived, and had gone to live in the mountains during this time of peace that followed. So they resolved to find Denelin, but upon hearing this, Faryward said that he would go with them, whether they would have him or no. He met little resistance, for Milyamarien considered Faryward a sturdy Hobbit, capable of looking after himself, and was more than happy for her newfound love to accompany them.
And so they set out from Imladris, with supplies and horses from Elrond. Over the next few days, they crossed over the Misty Mountains entirely, and came to the High Pass, and the Old Ford, which was night on fifty miles from Mirkwood. They followed the Andurin south for many more days. The sun shone brightly all the while. Soon they passed the forest of Lorien. They left the banks of the Anduin then, and carried on as straight south as they could, across the Field of Celebrant, and over The Wold; but ere they came past the forest of Fangorn, which the Ents no longer lived in, a host of Orcs sprang forth from Fangorn. There were four Orcs to one, and Milyamarien, Telpë and Faryward had slain most of them, ere a poisoned arrow was shot from afar. Alas! for it hit Milyamarien in the shoulder. The Orcs then fled, being but few. Milyamarien chased the Orcs, heedless of the arrow, but then the poison began to work it's way around her body. She collapsed near to the forest, and
Telpë who had been chasing the Orcs with Milyamarien ran back to where Milyamarien had fallen. Faryward, who being a Hobbit had shorter legs, ran up a moment later. Telpë took Milyamarien in her arms. She ripped the fabric of Milyamarien's top and grasped the arrow. She whispered a few words of elvish into Milyamariens pointed ear to dull the pain, and then pulled the arrow out, to which Milyamarien cried out in pain. The shaft broke and the arrow head remained embedded in Milyamarien's shoulder. Telpë leant over Milyamarien and shoke her "Wake up, Milyamarien! Please stay awake! Alas, for it is beyond my knowledge of healing to remove this accursed arrow! We need to get you healed as quickly as possible!" Telpë gently laid Milyamarien on the grass. "Keep her awake, Faryward, for if she falls asleep, I fear we may never awaken her again." Faryward took Milyamarien in his arms, whilst Telpë fetched the horses. Faryward kept talking to Milyamarien, and Telpë came back but a
minute later. Telpë lifted up Milyamarien and put her on the horse and climbed into the saddle with Milyamarien in front of her. Faryward got on the smaller horse, and they set off at great speed, as if armies of Orcs were chasing them. "We have to get you to Lorien!" Telpë called to Milyamarien over the wind.
This is my first fic, so please review and tell me if its worth carrying on!
By Rykan
Orcs
The next day, Telpë and Milyamarien again came to Elrond, but this time about the matter which they had journeyed far to resolve. They told Elrond of the Orcs, and how they prophesised, if naught was done, things would go, to which Elrond agreed. He told them to go to Ered Nimrais, the mountains in Gondor, and to the west end of the mountains to find Denelin, an Elven warrior who had been but thirteen during the War of the Ring, but still came to battle and lived, and had gone to live in the mountains during this time of peace that followed. So they resolved to find Denelin, but upon hearing this, Faryward said that he would go with them, whether they would have him or no. He met little resistance, for Milyamarien considered Faryward a sturdy Hobbit, capable of looking after himself, and was more than happy for her newfound love to accompany them.
And so they set out from Imladris, with supplies and horses from Elrond. Over the next few days, they crossed over the Misty Mountains entirely, and came to the High Pass, and the Old Ford, which was night on fifty miles from Mirkwood. They followed the Andurin south for many more days. The sun shone brightly all the while. Soon they passed the forest of Lorien. They left the banks of the Anduin then, and carried on as straight south as they could, across the Field of Celebrant, and over The Wold; but ere they came past the forest of Fangorn, which the Ents no longer lived in, a host of Orcs sprang forth from Fangorn. There were four Orcs to one, and Milyamarien, Telpë and Faryward had slain most of them, ere a poisoned arrow was shot from afar. Alas! for it hit Milyamarien in the shoulder. The Orcs then fled, being but few. Milyamarien chased the Orcs, heedless of the arrow, but then the poison began to work it's way around her body. She collapsed near to the forest, and
Telpë who had been chasing the Orcs with Milyamarien ran back to where Milyamarien had fallen. Faryward, who being a Hobbit had shorter legs, ran up a moment later. Telpë took Milyamarien in her arms. She ripped the fabric of Milyamarien's top and grasped the arrow. She whispered a few words of elvish into Milyamariens pointed ear to dull the pain, and then pulled the arrow out, to which Milyamarien cried out in pain. The shaft broke and the arrow head remained embedded in Milyamarien's shoulder. Telpë leant over Milyamarien and shoke her "Wake up, Milyamarien! Please stay awake! Alas, for it is beyond my knowledge of healing to remove this accursed arrow! We need to get you healed as quickly as possible!" Telpë gently laid Milyamarien on the grass. "Keep her awake, Faryward, for if she falls asleep, I fear we may never awaken her again." Faryward took Milyamarien in his arms, whilst Telpë fetched the horses. Faryward kept talking to Milyamarien, and Telpë came back but a
minute later. Telpë lifted up Milyamarien and put her on the horse and climbed into the saddle with Milyamarien in front of her. Faryward got on the smaller horse, and they set off at great speed, as if armies of Orcs were chasing them. "We have to get you to Lorien!" Telpë called to Milyamarien over the wind.