Ha Ha Ha! Aren't you all proud of me? Three chapters already. Wait a sec,
is anyone besides Sarah there? Oh well. ( I feel so unloved.
Ok anything that's Tolkien's, is Tolkien's, and if you can't recognize it, then why are you reading this?
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That night, after carefully avoiding the royal family, Annundaeiel took a walk. Like a wisp of wind she ran down the hall from her bedroom, winding through the convoluted hallways of the palace. Finally she came to the exit and slipped out into the darkness.
The fresh air played with her hair and dress. As she walked, she kept a sharp eye on the trees. She carried an elven dagger, and could handle the creatures of the wood, but if she came upon a band of orcs, who rarely traveled in groups of less then twenty, she would be sorely outnumbered.
Lost in thought, Annundaeiel let her feet take her where they would. When she came out of her slight trance, she found herself in a secluded glade. She recognized it, and was immediately on her guard. This was where the creature Gollum was held. But where were the guards. She decided they were in the trees a little ways off. She shrugged it off totally when she heard heard a hiss, and a voice that was obviously the prisoner's
"Yesssss my precious, the nasty elves comes to pick on us, but we is being good my precious, we is being very good for mean elves."
Annundaeiel winced at the voice and turned around to face it.
"I come not to torture you creature, but for my own solitude, but since I find you, I shall take my leave."
"No! No! Smeagol will be good! Smeagol will be good! Just don't leaves us! There are terrible things coming, yes there are. Nasty things come for us do they not precious?"
Annundaeiel stopped and felt around, and to her dismay, found that he was correct. There was something horrible afoot, orcs.
Quickly, she alerted the guards, she had been correct in thinking that they were in the nearby trees. It was good that they did not need to bind the creature, it screamed when anything of elven make touched its skin.
After alerting the guards, she ran back to her rooms. Once there, she grabbed her bow. She was just about to walk through the door when she ran into something.
"Oof! Annundaeiel, you ought to look more carefully where you are going!"
"Maegmariel, you surprised me! I thought you were…"
She let her voice trail off.
Maegmariel grinned evilly, reading her friend's face like a book.
"Legolas?"
Annundaeiel shook her head, that had been who she was thinking, but she would never admit as much to her friend.
"No matter, orcs are coming, grab your bow!"
Maegmariel's eyes widened, but she started off to her room, Annundaeiel behind her.
"Orcs, in the northern wood? But I did not hear them, and how do you know?"
Annundaeiel smirked,
"You will not believe me when I tell you, but it was that creature that warned me of them first."
"That, thing? Warned you of danger?"
"More for its own safety then mine I am sure."
They reached Maegmariel's room; she ran in and got her bow. They took off to the glade where Gollum was, but they were to late, the 'attack' was over. The guards had formed a small circle around Gollum. The captain was in the middle, questioning a quivering Gollum.
"Tell me you wretched creature, did you call the orcs to you?"
Gollum was writhing on the ground, his voice a barely audible speak, even to the ears of the elves.
"Smeagol was good! We did not call Nastys to us, no precious we did not!"
Annundaeiel's pity for the creature took over, she was quite sure that the thing had had nothing to do with the attack, if it could be called that. The orcs had been unusually quiet and had scared away easily by the looks of it.
"Please captain, it had nothing to do with it."
"And how, dear lady, do you know this?"
The guard looked at Annundaeiel, doubt and a touch of mirth showing in his eyes.
"I was here before the attack, the thing you see before you warned me of the danger to come"
"You were the one who called out to us!"
Annundaeiel turned to the speaker. He was a relatively young elf, about 1,500 years.
"Yes Nilcrabnion, I am. As soon as I realized he was correct, I alerted you, and ran to get my bow."
She indicated the bow, still in her hand. The captain was no longer amused, in fact, he was suspicious.
"And why were you out here at this time of night?"
Annundaeiel's eyes flashed
"You need not worry of my allegiances captain, I was simply enjoying the night, and wandered into this place."
The guards, slightly intimidated, took a step back and got the hint.
"Very well, unbind him"
Before they had a chance to do so though, an orc's arrow flew through the air and buried itself in the opposite tree. Annundaeiel smoothly drew an arrow from her quiver, put it to the string, and released it in the direction from which the other had come. A strangled cry was emitted. It was a single orc, seemingly left behind from the rest, but something tickled the back of her mind.
"Annundaeiel, there is something very strange about this, I can feel it."
"As can I Maegmariel, but I cannot put my finger on it."
"We should probably go back, if they orcs attacked the castle, they will need our help in cleaning up." And with that, Maegmariel started back
Annundaeiel sighed; cleaning up was messy, especially when orcs were involved. She did not enjoy it at all, and she still had a strange feeling.
"No time to think about it now" she muttered, and ran to catch up with her friend.
Ok anything that's Tolkien's, is Tolkien's, and if you can't recognize it, then why are you reading this?
PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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That night, after carefully avoiding the royal family, Annundaeiel took a walk. Like a wisp of wind she ran down the hall from her bedroom, winding through the convoluted hallways of the palace. Finally she came to the exit and slipped out into the darkness.
The fresh air played with her hair and dress. As she walked, she kept a sharp eye on the trees. She carried an elven dagger, and could handle the creatures of the wood, but if she came upon a band of orcs, who rarely traveled in groups of less then twenty, she would be sorely outnumbered.
Lost in thought, Annundaeiel let her feet take her where they would. When she came out of her slight trance, she found herself in a secluded glade. She recognized it, and was immediately on her guard. This was where the creature Gollum was held. But where were the guards. She decided they were in the trees a little ways off. She shrugged it off totally when she heard heard a hiss, and a voice that was obviously the prisoner's
"Yesssss my precious, the nasty elves comes to pick on us, but we is being good my precious, we is being very good for mean elves."
Annundaeiel winced at the voice and turned around to face it.
"I come not to torture you creature, but for my own solitude, but since I find you, I shall take my leave."
"No! No! Smeagol will be good! Smeagol will be good! Just don't leaves us! There are terrible things coming, yes there are. Nasty things come for us do they not precious?"
Annundaeiel stopped and felt around, and to her dismay, found that he was correct. There was something horrible afoot, orcs.
Quickly, she alerted the guards, she had been correct in thinking that they were in the nearby trees. It was good that they did not need to bind the creature, it screamed when anything of elven make touched its skin.
After alerting the guards, she ran back to her rooms. Once there, she grabbed her bow. She was just about to walk through the door when she ran into something.
"Oof! Annundaeiel, you ought to look more carefully where you are going!"
"Maegmariel, you surprised me! I thought you were…"
She let her voice trail off.
Maegmariel grinned evilly, reading her friend's face like a book.
"Legolas?"
Annundaeiel shook her head, that had been who she was thinking, but she would never admit as much to her friend.
"No matter, orcs are coming, grab your bow!"
Maegmariel's eyes widened, but she started off to her room, Annundaeiel behind her.
"Orcs, in the northern wood? But I did not hear them, and how do you know?"
Annundaeiel smirked,
"You will not believe me when I tell you, but it was that creature that warned me of them first."
"That, thing? Warned you of danger?"
"More for its own safety then mine I am sure."
They reached Maegmariel's room; she ran in and got her bow. They took off to the glade where Gollum was, but they were to late, the 'attack' was over. The guards had formed a small circle around Gollum. The captain was in the middle, questioning a quivering Gollum.
"Tell me you wretched creature, did you call the orcs to you?"
Gollum was writhing on the ground, his voice a barely audible speak, even to the ears of the elves.
"Smeagol was good! We did not call Nastys to us, no precious we did not!"
Annundaeiel's pity for the creature took over, she was quite sure that the thing had had nothing to do with the attack, if it could be called that. The orcs had been unusually quiet and had scared away easily by the looks of it.
"Please captain, it had nothing to do with it."
"And how, dear lady, do you know this?"
The guard looked at Annundaeiel, doubt and a touch of mirth showing in his eyes.
"I was here before the attack, the thing you see before you warned me of the danger to come"
"You were the one who called out to us!"
Annundaeiel turned to the speaker. He was a relatively young elf, about 1,500 years.
"Yes Nilcrabnion, I am. As soon as I realized he was correct, I alerted you, and ran to get my bow."
She indicated the bow, still in her hand. The captain was no longer amused, in fact, he was suspicious.
"And why were you out here at this time of night?"
Annundaeiel's eyes flashed
"You need not worry of my allegiances captain, I was simply enjoying the night, and wandered into this place."
The guards, slightly intimidated, took a step back and got the hint.
"Very well, unbind him"
Before they had a chance to do so though, an orc's arrow flew through the air and buried itself in the opposite tree. Annundaeiel smoothly drew an arrow from her quiver, put it to the string, and released it in the direction from which the other had come. A strangled cry was emitted. It was a single orc, seemingly left behind from the rest, but something tickled the back of her mind.
"Annundaeiel, there is something very strange about this, I can feel it."
"As can I Maegmariel, but I cannot put my finger on it."
"We should probably go back, if they orcs attacked the castle, they will need our help in cleaning up." And with that, Maegmariel started back
Annundaeiel sighed; cleaning up was messy, especially when orcs were involved. She did not enjoy it at all, and she still had a strange feeling.
"No time to think about it now" she muttered, and ran to catch up with her friend.