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Good comments. I'll try to keep doing well with this story. I'm glad you
like it! Keep reading!
-Acacia
Chapter 3
Battle in the Dark
The wraiths were slightly closer now, after three days. Then had been driving there horses hard, and the steeds were beginning to tire. Even Morandir's Mornie was lathered and panting, but still running well.
Morandir smiled slightly as he slowed Mornie, giving the stallion a moment's rest, glancing at the heavy clouds above him. Rainclouds. He could sense the moisture in them, their readiness to rid themselves of their burden of water. He knew what followed him now, and knew that the Nazgul feared water. With a whispered word, he urged his horse forward. The rain began to pelt down, thick and heavy, drenching the six black- cloaked riders galloping across grass-covered hills.
The wraiths slowed at first, weakened by the water that stung their undead flesh, but they were intelligent enough to know that slowing down would not keep them dry- it would simply give their quarry a better chance to escape.
The rain beat down heavily, blown horizontally now and then by a strong gust of wind, penetrating Morandir's black cloak and armor, soaking him to the bone. For a moment, as Mornie galloped behind a rock, the fierce winds were blocked for a moment. Morandir panted slightly; it had been hard to breathe out in the strong wind with the water coming so fast. It wasn't much better behind here, but at least, the storm wasn't trying to snatch his very breath away. As they passed out from behind the rock, Mornie suddenly shied, snorting and tossing his huge head wildly. Morandir, pulled back on the reins, shifting back in the saddle, trying to calm the horse; Mornie reared and leapt sideways, until Morandir gave a sharp yank in the other direction. The great horse started forward again, running steadily, but snorting, his dark eyes rolling. Morandir let go of the reins with one hand, put it on the horse's neck, feeling the great beast's unease as it crept into him through his close bond with the animal. There was danger close by, closer than the wraiths behind him or the wargs he'd heard howling for three days. There was an unnatural coldness now in the air, even greater than before…Morandir had just enough time to wheel Mornie to the side and draw his sword before three more Nazgul cut in front of him, on directly in front, two flanking him.
As Mornie reared, Morandir brought him down and around in a tight circle, slashing at the wraith's steeds. The black horses shied back from the blade, but two were not fast enough and stumbled backwards with long gashes on their necks. Still fighting for control of Mornie, Morandir turned him sharply backwards. He could see the other wraiths now; they were very close, and he felt their cold breath. For a long moment, They stood as if frozen, ten riders cloaked in black on midnight stallions, wicked silver swords drawn. Then, with a fierce yell, sword above head, Morandir charged the five behind him.
His elven sword crashed down on the dark blade of the tallest of the wraiths as Sauron's servant blocked the other dark rider's blow. The others closed in, all of them attacking Morandir at once. He blocked three with his sword, twisted out of the way of the others, and then Mornie exploded.
-Acacia
Chapter 3
Battle in the Dark
The wraiths were slightly closer now, after three days. Then had been driving there horses hard, and the steeds were beginning to tire. Even Morandir's Mornie was lathered and panting, but still running well.
Morandir smiled slightly as he slowed Mornie, giving the stallion a moment's rest, glancing at the heavy clouds above him. Rainclouds. He could sense the moisture in them, their readiness to rid themselves of their burden of water. He knew what followed him now, and knew that the Nazgul feared water. With a whispered word, he urged his horse forward. The rain began to pelt down, thick and heavy, drenching the six black- cloaked riders galloping across grass-covered hills.
The wraiths slowed at first, weakened by the water that stung their undead flesh, but they were intelligent enough to know that slowing down would not keep them dry- it would simply give their quarry a better chance to escape.
The rain beat down heavily, blown horizontally now and then by a strong gust of wind, penetrating Morandir's black cloak and armor, soaking him to the bone. For a moment, as Mornie galloped behind a rock, the fierce winds were blocked for a moment. Morandir panted slightly; it had been hard to breathe out in the strong wind with the water coming so fast. It wasn't much better behind here, but at least, the storm wasn't trying to snatch his very breath away. As they passed out from behind the rock, Mornie suddenly shied, snorting and tossing his huge head wildly. Morandir, pulled back on the reins, shifting back in the saddle, trying to calm the horse; Mornie reared and leapt sideways, until Morandir gave a sharp yank in the other direction. The great horse started forward again, running steadily, but snorting, his dark eyes rolling. Morandir let go of the reins with one hand, put it on the horse's neck, feeling the great beast's unease as it crept into him through his close bond with the animal. There was danger close by, closer than the wraiths behind him or the wargs he'd heard howling for three days. There was an unnatural coldness now in the air, even greater than before…Morandir had just enough time to wheel Mornie to the side and draw his sword before three more Nazgul cut in front of him, on directly in front, two flanking him.
As Mornie reared, Morandir brought him down and around in a tight circle, slashing at the wraith's steeds. The black horses shied back from the blade, but two were not fast enough and stumbled backwards with long gashes on their necks. Still fighting for control of Mornie, Morandir turned him sharply backwards. He could see the other wraiths now; they were very close, and he felt their cold breath. For a long moment, They stood as if frozen, ten riders cloaked in black on midnight stallions, wicked silver swords drawn. Then, with a fierce yell, sword above head, Morandir charged the five behind him.
His elven sword crashed down on the dark blade of the tallest of the wraiths as Sauron's servant blocked the other dark rider's blow. The others closed in, all of them attacking Morandir at once. He blocked three with his sword, twisted out of the way of the others, and then Mornie exploded.