Chapter Two – Legend, Myth, or Reality?
Suddenly, a loud blast was heard and there appeared Gandalf, staff aimed towards the foe. For once, the rival seemed to have actually taken some damage as Gandalf shot a fire like beam towards it. The grasp on Frodo loosened as the dark figure fell to the ground, as if unconscious. By now, the rest of the Fellowship caught up with where they were and quickly surrounded the attacker.
"Bind her in ropes!" Gandalf cried as he pulled out a cord of enchanted twine, one he made himself. Boromir and Aragorn tied the unconscious body with no struggle, and they soon dragged the assailant to camp.
With a sword to its neck, they pulled the hood off the invader's head.
"It's a girl!" Gimli cried in surprise.
"It's an elf girl!" Legolas added with much astonishment. The fellowship surrounded her as she slowly roused back to consciousness. Her stone dark eyes darted from one face to another, obviously outraged to be captured.
"No, not just any normal elven girl. She is Deelianna, daughter of the long forgotten Lutherial… and server of Sauron," Gandalf added gravely. With that name spoken, a few of the less bold fellowship members backed away a few inches.
Deelia laughed scornfully. "You think these ropes can hold me? Yes… I do suggest you all step back a bit more."
They all gave each other nervous glances, except Gandalf.
"Do not fear, for these are enchanted ropes. Specially made to hold down evil… she cannot escape."
As if to test his words, Deelia struggled a bit against the ropes, but a scowl appeared upon her face to find his spoken words true. But she held no fear, for she knew none of the 9 could harm her. She was trained by the dark lord himself, and none of their skills matched towards hers. They all knew, for they heard legends of such a girl but thought of them no more than myths. A bit daunted by what seemed to be such a small maiden that sat before them, they struggled a bit, unknowing just what to do.
But before anyone could decide, an arrow suddenly swished but an inch past Pippin's head, brushing a strand of his hair. The sound of Orc drums could be heard in every direction. The nine immediately drew their weapons but it was too late… they were surrounded.
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Author's Note: Oookay now, I have run out of ideas. Haha… yes, so please folks. Feel free to contribute ideas and such. Feedback is welcome as well =) And YAY I finally actually got FEEDBACK… after, how many weeks? Months?? *sigh* No feedback, no updates… mmk?
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Suddenly, a loud blast was heard and there appeared Gandalf, staff aimed towards the foe. For once, the rival seemed to have actually taken some damage as Gandalf shot a fire like beam towards it. The grasp on Frodo loosened as the dark figure fell to the ground, as if unconscious. By now, the rest of the Fellowship caught up with where they were and quickly surrounded the attacker.
"Bind her in ropes!" Gandalf cried as he pulled out a cord of enchanted twine, one he made himself. Boromir and Aragorn tied the unconscious body with no struggle, and they soon dragged the assailant to camp.
With a sword to its neck, they pulled the hood off the invader's head.
"It's a girl!" Gimli cried in surprise.
"It's an elf girl!" Legolas added with much astonishment. The fellowship surrounded her as she slowly roused back to consciousness. Her stone dark eyes darted from one face to another, obviously outraged to be captured.
"No, not just any normal elven girl. She is Deelianna, daughter of the long forgotten Lutherial… and server of Sauron," Gandalf added gravely. With that name spoken, a few of the less bold fellowship members backed away a few inches.
Deelia laughed scornfully. "You think these ropes can hold me? Yes… I do suggest you all step back a bit more."
They all gave each other nervous glances, except Gandalf.
"Do not fear, for these are enchanted ropes. Specially made to hold down evil… she cannot escape."
As if to test his words, Deelia struggled a bit against the ropes, but a scowl appeared upon her face to find his spoken words true. But she held no fear, for she knew none of the 9 could harm her. She was trained by the dark lord himself, and none of their skills matched towards hers. They all knew, for they heard legends of such a girl but thought of them no more than myths. A bit daunted by what seemed to be such a small maiden that sat before them, they struggled a bit, unknowing just what to do.
But before anyone could decide, an arrow suddenly swished but an inch past Pippin's head, brushing a strand of his hair. The sound of Orc drums could be heard in every direction. The nine immediately drew their weapons but it was too late… they were surrounded.
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Author's Note: Oookay now, I have run out of ideas. Haha… yes, so please folks. Feel free to contribute ideas and such. Feedback is welcome as well =) And YAY I finally actually got FEEDBACK… after, how many weeks? Months?? *sigh* No feedback, no updates… mmk?
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