LOTR, don't own them. Don't sue me. That is all.
Chapter 2
Sauron chanted a few words and drew a circle in the air with his finger (on the hand that didn't get chopped up), opening a dark portal in the middle of the room. Immediately, fell voices were heard coming from the portal. Inhuman shrieks and screeches rent the air and the palantir cowered in fear. Sauron held steady, but even he was not at ease. He only hoped he could control what he would now unleash upon his one and only rival.
A pale, thin hand reached out of the portal, and Sauron took a step back too late. The fingers curled around his wrist with shocking speed, followed by several other hands. Sauron let out a high-pitched scream and tried to pull away, instead dragging the hands and their owners out of the portal. The portal seemed to open like a floodgate, and thousands upon thousands of the creatures poured out, their voices filling the air and casting fear and horror upon all who heard them. Sauron shook off the creatures and bellowed.
"SILENCE!" The creatures obeyed and looked at him curiously.
"Where is the one called Legolas?" One demanded, striding up to take the position of leader of the creatures. A few were holding pens. Some were salivating excessively. And all of them appeared to be... Female.
Sauron bristled. "First you must hear my commands, then you may find that which you seek."
The leader's eyes narrowed. "We follow no orders. We know only what we want. So speak if you will, but we will not heed it unless it follows our own wishes."
"You must find this person," Sauron held up the palantir, who was still displaying Legolas. "You must find him, and kill him!"
The creatures hissed and spat at Sauron frightfully in response to this. "We will not kill him! We shall take him for our own, and you will return us to our own world with him!" The leader cried, and Sauron shook in fear.
"Yes, of course! I only mean to get him out of Middle Earth!" Sauron quickly corrected himself.
"That is satisfactory. Come! We mustn't waste any more time." The creatures filed out of the room swiftly. Sauron sighed and wiped his brow.
Meanwhile...
The Fellowship of the Ring were hanging about, having a nice chat together in the Prancing Pony at Bree, being that they were in a conveniently present alternate universe, which was created solely for the purposes of this story.
*cough*
Little did any of them know that as they drank their ale and laughed, doom was coming on swift and deadly wings. Or legs, rather. Or something.
In Mordor...
The creatures from the other world were sweeping across the land, swarming across the bridges and through the great gate. Orcs jumped out of the way in terror, feeling the terrible power and lust of the company, and some leapt off the edges of cliffs to escape it.
Onwards they ran, west and north, sensing the presence of their prey with an uncanny accuracy.
The leader turned to one of her captains as they ran on. "What does the radar say? Are we getting close?" The captain panted.
"No, they appear to be in Bree. That's at least 2 weeks travel from here! We need to stop. I'm hungry and tired!" Whined the captain.
The leader snorted before tripping on a stone in the road and falling face first in the dirt. The rest of the creatures took this as an excuse to stop and rest. Most of them were quite out of shape. The leader got up and wiped her face with her sleeve.
"I hate you guys." She sniffled, and sat in the middle of the road with her back to the rest of the company.
Chapter 2
Sauron chanted a few words and drew a circle in the air with his finger (on the hand that didn't get chopped up), opening a dark portal in the middle of the room. Immediately, fell voices were heard coming from the portal. Inhuman shrieks and screeches rent the air and the palantir cowered in fear. Sauron held steady, but even he was not at ease. He only hoped he could control what he would now unleash upon his one and only rival.
A pale, thin hand reached out of the portal, and Sauron took a step back too late. The fingers curled around his wrist with shocking speed, followed by several other hands. Sauron let out a high-pitched scream and tried to pull away, instead dragging the hands and their owners out of the portal. The portal seemed to open like a floodgate, and thousands upon thousands of the creatures poured out, their voices filling the air and casting fear and horror upon all who heard them. Sauron shook off the creatures and bellowed.
"SILENCE!" The creatures obeyed and looked at him curiously.
"Where is the one called Legolas?" One demanded, striding up to take the position of leader of the creatures. A few were holding pens. Some were salivating excessively. And all of them appeared to be... Female.
Sauron bristled. "First you must hear my commands, then you may find that which you seek."
The leader's eyes narrowed. "We follow no orders. We know only what we want. So speak if you will, but we will not heed it unless it follows our own wishes."
"You must find this person," Sauron held up the palantir, who was still displaying Legolas. "You must find him, and kill him!"
The creatures hissed and spat at Sauron frightfully in response to this. "We will not kill him! We shall take him for our own, and you will return us to our own world with him!" The leader cried, and Sauron shook in fear.
"Yes, of course! I only mean to get him out of Middle Earth!" Sauron quickly corrected himself.
"That is satisfactory. Come! We mustn't waste any more time." The creatures filed out of the room swiftly. Sauron sighed and wiped his brow.
Meanwhile...
The Fellowship of the Ring were hanging about, having a nice chat together in the Prancing Pony at Bree, being that they were in a conveniently present alternate universe, which was created solely for the purposes of this story.
*cough*
Little did any of them know that as they drank their ale and laughed, doom was coming on swift and deadly wings. Or legs, rather. Or something.
In Mordor...
The creatures from the other world were sweeping across the land, swarming across the bridges and through the great gate. Orcs jumped out of the way in terror, feeling the terrible power and lust of the company, and some leapt off the edges of cliffs to escape it.
Onwards they ran, west and north, sensing the presence of their prey with an uncanny accuracy.
The leader turned to one of her captains as they ran on. "What does the radar say? Are we getting close?" The captain panted.
"No, they appear to be in Bree. That's at least 2 weeks travel from here! We need to stop. I'm hungry and tired!" Whined the captain.
The leader snorted before tripping on a stone in the road and falling face first in the dirt. The rest of the creatures took this as an excuse to stop and rest. Most of them were quite out of shape. The leader got up and wiped her face with her sleeve.
"I hate you guys." She sniffled, and sat in the middle of the road with her back to the rest of the company.