Disclaimer: I dun own Lord of the Rings. Nope. Not me. That's Tolkien. I
didn't do it. I swear! (a lot)
Elijah and Ryan had been on the road for a few hours now, and the sun was near setting point. Elijah looked up at the sun with weary eyes and a tired face. He glanced at Ryan who was in front of him and wondered where Ryan was taking him. He knew the land around here and only here. A few more miles and he will be clueless. He began to think about what danger may lie ahead, and he was ready to challenge it. He began to slump and looked down at Casey whom he could tell was as tired as him.
"Ryan, why don't we go to my friend Billy's house over yonder for the night. The sun will soon set and Casey is even more tired than I," he said and gave out a yawn. Ryan did not want to camp inside of Sylvania, the colony where Setting was located. He knew he was watched there, and he knew he had better get out of it, which was the reason that he brought Elijah with him.
"No, not yet. We must get out of Sylvania first."
"But I do not know anyone outside of Sylvania. I don't know if there are any Inns or Taverns there. Where shall we stay then?"
"The Wood of course."
"The Wood? Why the Wood? Do you know what lives in that Wood?"
"Do you?"
"No. That's why I'm asking you."
Ryan laughed. He looked back to Elijah. "Your worse nightmares live there." Elijah trembled. His worse nightmares were not very pretty. He was hoping he was exaggerating. He must be, he thought, he hoped.
~
It was sunset, and Elijah and Ryan were deep in the Wood, how deep, Elijah didn't know. It was beginning to get harder and harder to see each other, sometimes because they couldn't keep their eyes open. At least Elijah couldn't. Ryan, on the other side, was used to this, and could see almost perfectly in the dark. He saw that Elijah didn't have his eyes open and wasn't guiding Casey.
Ryan got off of his steed and took hold of Casey's reigns. His sudden stop awoke Elijah. He looked around and wondered where he was for a moment. At that time, it was almost pitch black, and he couldn't see. He started to tremble, and then he remembered where he was.
"Ryan?" he called out. There was a movement to his right side. Elijah got off of Casey and stepped down on the other side. Then there was a movement behind the horse, coming towards him. He ran to the other side of the horse, shaking in fear.
All of a sudden, there was a hand lain on his shoulder. He jumped and looked back, and he saw, or thought he saw, the faint outline of Ryan. He stepped backwards and stumbled on a loose root or something other. He fell on the ground, and crawled backward on it, away from the advancing figure.
"Ryan?" he called out once more. By this time, it was pitch black, no moon, no nothing. He felt behind him and felt Casey's side, and he leaned on the horse to stand up.
"Ryan!" he called out with more enthusiasm, he was afraid of the more advancing figure, which now he saw was not Ryan. He ran to the other side of the horse, and drew out his sword, which was always attached to Casey's saddlebag.
Another hand was put on his back, and when he turned again, he saw Ryan there holding a crude torch made of just a piece of fabric and a long branch. "What is it?" he asked.
"There's something over-" there was nothing where he had saw the figure, the torchlight illuminated it. He was pointing to the far right, but all that was there were trees.
"That would be your imagination."
"No, no. Something was there, I swear."
"It must have been an Enine."
"What is an Enine?" he asked and started to fear the trees that surrounded them.
"Come help me set up camp and I will tell you," he said and walked over to a clearing, Elijah following the light of his torch. The clearing was a pretty good size, big enough for a couple more tents that are needed.
Elijah nodded and helped him take the equipment out of the packs on Ryan's horse. "What is your horse's name?"
"Old reliable," he said with a smile. He took out a one-person tent and handed it to Elijah. "You know how to set up a tent, right?"
Elijah nodded. To tell you the truth, he had no clue. He took it out and began to play with it, realizing that it was harder than it looked. After about twenty minutes, he figures out where everything went. He looked up to see Ryan watching him with amusement. He also saw that Ryan's tent was already up and ready.
Elijah got a little frustrated. Understatement of the year. He stood up and walked over to Ryan and demanded Ryan to tell him how to put it together. This made Ryan laugh. He waked over to the tent, and turned it upside down.
"Ever wonder why you couldn't find the tabs?" he said with another laugh. Elijah went red with embarrassment, either that or anger. Who knows? He went back to the tent and started to put it together, right this time. He finished it in a few seconds, with Ryan's help. Then he thought he saw something.
"What's that?" he asked Ryan, pointing to the North.
"It's just an Enine."
"What's an Enine?"
"I'll tell you as soon as we light a fire," he said. He went into the Wood and started to find dead wood for a fire. He also took the torch with him, and there was no chance whatsoever of Elijah doing anything, it was worse than pitch black, and he couldn't see his hands waving in front of his face.
He stumbled around, trying to find the tent. He had no clue, and you could tell. He felt something, and it moved. He jumped back afraid of what he had touched until he heard a whinny of a horse.
"Casey," he said with a sigh. "You scared me. Come here," he said as he led him into the clearing. Ryan was already back, and if you could see, he was making a fire circle with rocks and piling up firewood on the ground. He felt around for the tent and finally found it.
Ryan lit the fire with the torch, and soon the whole clearing was illuminated. He sat down on the ground, and Elijah went and sat beside him. Elijah coughed loudly to signal that he wanted to remind Ryan of something. Ryan was confused until he remembered his promise.
"An Enine is a figure that has evolved from an Orc when they were bred with men during the War of the Ring. They got taller and stronger. Someone had the bright idea of breeding them with Elves, who were completely unwilling, but they were captured and...well…you know. There, they got magic. They have some good in them, form the Elves, but it is almost impossible to bring it out of them. But since Frodo Baggins was a Hobbit, they tried to wipe out the Hobbits from existence. And they succeeded, there is no Hobbit left in the known world, but there is a rumor that they hid in this Wood and have been living here every since."
"Creepy," he said as he starts to look around. He was part Hobbit, on his mother's side, which is the reason he was so short. He had heard that the family that his ancestor was from was Baggins. He looks around in the woods, half expecting to see a guy a little shorter than he walk out from behind a tree.
Elijah and Ryan had been on the road for a few hours now, and the sun was near setting point. Elijah looked up at the sun with weary eyes and a tired face. He glanced at Ryan who was in front of him and wondered where Ryan was taking him. He knew the land around here and only here. A few more miles and he will be clueless. He began to think about what danger may lie ahead, and he was ready to challenge it. He began to slump and looked down at Casey whom he could tell was as tired as him.
"Ryan, why don't we go to my friend Billy's house over yonder for the night. The sun will soon set and Casey is even more tired than I," he said and gave out a yawn. Ryan did not want to camp inside of Sylvania, the colony where Setting was located. He knew he was watched there, and he knew he had better get out of it, which was the reason that he brought Elijah with him.
"No, not yet. We must get out of Sylvania first."
"But I do not know anyone outside of Sylvania. I don't know if there are any Inns or Taverns there. Where shall we stay then?"
"The Wood of course."
"The Wood? Why the Wood? Do you know what lives in that Wood?"
"Do you?"
"No. That's why I'm asking you."
Ryan laughed. He looked back to Elijah. "Your worse nightmares live there." Elijah trembled. His worse nightmares were not very pretty. He was hoping he was exaggerating. He must be, he thought, he hoped.
~
It was sunset, and Elijah and Ryan were deep in the Wood, how deep, Elijah didn't know. It was beginning to get harder and harder to see each other, sometimes because they couldn't keep their eyes open. At least Elijah couldn't. Ryan, on the other side, was used to this, and could see almost perfectly in the dark. He saw that Elijah didn't have his eyes open and wasn't guiding Casey.
Ryan got off of his steed and took hold of Casey's reigns. His sudden stop awoke Elijah. He looked around and wondered where he was for a moment. At that time, it was almost pitch black, and he couldn't see. He started to tremble, and then he remembered where he was.
"Ryan?" he called out. There was a movement to his right side. Elijah got off of Casey and stepped down on the other side. Then there was a movement behind the horse, coming towards him. He ran to the other side of the horse, shaking in fear.
All of a sudden, there was a hand lain on his shoulder. He jumped and looked back, and he saw, or thought he saw, the faint outline of Ryan. He stepped backwards and stumbled on a loose root or something other. He fell on the ground, and crawled backward on it, away from the advancing figure.
"Ryan?" he called out once more. By this time, it was pitch black, no moon, no nothing. He felt behind him and felt Casey's side, and he leaned on the horse to stand up.
"Ryan!" he called out with more enthusiasm, he was afraid of the more advancing figure, which now he saw was not Ryan. He ran to the other side of the horse, and drew out his sword, which was always attached to Casey's saddlebag.
Another hand was put on his back, and when he turned again, he saw Ryan there holding a crude torch made of just a piece of fabric and a long branch. "What is it?" he asked.
"There's something over-" there was nothing where he had saw the figure, the torchlight illuminated it. He was pointing to the far right, but all that was there were trees.
"That would be your imagination."
"No, no. Something was there, I swear."
"It must have been an Enine."
"What is an Enine?" he asked and started to fear the trees that surrounded them.
"Come help me set up camp and I will tell you," he said and walked over to a clearing, Elijah following the light of his torch. The clearing was a pretty good size, big enough for a couple more tents that are needed.
Elijah nodded and helped him take the equipment out of the packs on Ryan's horse. "What is your horse's name?"
"Old reliable," he said with a smile. He took out a one-person tent and handed it to Elijah. "You know how to set up a tent, right?"
Elijah nodded. To tell you the truth, he had no clue. He took it out and began to play with it, realizing that it was harder than it looked. After about twenty minutes, he figures out where everything went. He looked up to see Ryan watching him with amusement. He also saw that Ryan's tent was already up and ready.
Elijah got a little frustrated. Understatement of the year. He stood up and walked over to Ryan and demanded Ryan to tell him how to put it together. This made Ryan laugh. He waked over to the tent, and turned it upside down.
"Ever wonder why you couldn't find the tabs?" he said with another laugh. Elijah went red with embarrassment, either that or anger. Who knows? He went back to the tent and started to put it together, right this time. He finished it in a few seconds, with Ryan's help. Then he thought he saw something.
"What's that?" he asked Ryan, pointing to the North.
"It's just an Enine."
"What's an Enine?"
"I'll tell you as soon as we light a fire," he said. He went into the Wood and started to find dead wood for a fire. He also took the torch with him, and there was no chance whatsoever of Elijah doing anything, it was worse than pitch black, and he couldn't see his hands waving in front of his face.
He stumbled around, trying to find the tent. He had no clue, and you could tell. He felt something, and it moved. He jumped back afraid of what he had touched until he heard a whinny of a horse.
"Casey," he said with a sigh. "You scared me. Come here," he said as he led him into the clearing. Ryan was already back, and if you could see, he was making a fire circle with rocks and piling up firewood on the ground. He felt around for the tent and finally found it.
Ryan lit the fire with the torch, and soon the whole clearing was illuminated. He sat down on the ground, and Elijah went and sat beside him. Elijah coughed loudly to signal that he wanted to remind Ryan of something. Ryan was confused until he remembered his promise.
"An Enine is a figure that has evolved from an Orc when they were bred with men during the War of the Ring. They got taller and stronger. Someone had the bright idea of breeding them with Elves, who were completely unwilling, but they were captured and...well…you know. There, they got magic. They have some good in them, form the Elves, but it is almost impossible to bring it out of them. But since Frodo Baggins was a Hobbit, they tried to wipe out the Hobbits from existence. And they succeeded, there is no Hobbit left in the known world, but there is a rumor that they hid in this Wood and have been living here every since."
"Creepy," he said as he starts to look around. He was part Hobbit, on his mother's side, which is the reason he was so short. He had heard that the family that his ancestor was from was Baggins. He looks around in the woods, half expecting to see a guy a little shorter than he walk out from behind a tree.