Chapter Three – An attack of Evil
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide, the group was surrounded. Much to their dismay, it was obvious Deelia had some sort of reason to this sudden attack.
"It was a mistake to keep her! We should've just killed her off when we had the chance," Gimli yelped. Deelia was in the middle of their circle, smiling radically to herself.
"No, maybe there still is a chance…" Aragorn exclaimed, suddenly sweeping the elf girl off her feet and into a headlock with a blade to her throat. She struggled and kicked, but the ropes still bound her, not slackening the least to her hard kicks of resistance. "Call your beasts off, or off with your head!" Aragorn declared out loud. The Orcs looked from one to another, and then to Deelia, awaiting her reaction. She gave no answer but a scornful face she bore, her eyes blazing as if a dark fire ignited. Tired of her impertinent games, Aragorn tightened his grip upon her throat, and rose the blade up even closer.
"All right!" Deelia grumbled, flitting her body to and fro, but Aragorn's grip was strong. The Orcs continued to perch upon their spots, a few feet from the camp. "Go!" she snarled loudly at the expecting Orcs, and as quick as the words flew out, the mass army fled into the forest as if some immense force drove them from the group.
Astonished, no one knew of what to do next, except to flee. They quarreled over what to do with Deelia, and decided it was better for their protection if she was kept as hostage. A cold glare from her gave them all chills, but settled that if they left her, no doubt would the Orcs come back and free her and then come after the Fellowship once more. And so, she was kept behind Legolas, whose bow and arrow was loaded, and in front of Aragorn, his sword to her neck at all times. They quickly descended East, towards the dawning sun, and remained on their top guard. Finally they reached a rather empty space of land, as Gandalf declared their next camping spot. Legolas and Boromir were on first watch as the sixth hour of the day seemed to approach. All seemed quite tranquil as the group camped around a fire. Even Deelia was rigid as a stone, unmoving, and showing no signs of danger.
And so the day dawned into the greatly anticipating sky when vague hoof steps could be heard… Deelia's head perked up and heard the distant and faint thuds, catching the patterns… five riders it seemed. Legolas heard it was well, and sensed the feeling of danger approaching once again. They were arriving at an incredible pace. Quickly he and Boromir woke the other seven, and by then, hoof steps could be heard quite plainly not far off in the distance. Before anyone could gather their objects and take flee, five riders cloaked in black on dark horses surrounded the group. They were five Ring wraiths. Gimli cursed under his breath for the bad luck this elf girl was giving them. He knew killing her when they had the chance was the right choice, but everyone thought she was better off as "protection". Fat chance that was going to be, she attracted more danger than the ring bearer. Drawing his axe, he prepared for battle. Taking position once again, Aragorn held Deelia with his blade to her neck, but the riders did not halt. Sensing something amiss as one of them headed towards Frodo, Aragorn was forced to drop Deelia and defend the helpless hobbit. As the other members of the Fellowship battled against the riders, Aragorn grabbed a lit piece of firewood and began to throw flames at the dark assailants. One by one they caught on fire and disappeared into the woods once more, but before the last one was driven away, Deelia appealed to it for help with a loud scream. The rider halted, but then drew his sword once more and suddenly attempted to stab Deelia through the heart. Though she was quick, she wasn't quick enough as the blade grazed through her shoulder. The Rider fled as Deelia fell to the ground, bleeding blood as she never had before.
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Author's Note: Chapter 4 will be up ASAP! Feedback is VERY much welcomed and inspires me, mwahaha.
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Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide, the group was surrounded. Much to their dismay, it was obvious Deelia had some sort of reason to this sudden attack.
"It was a mistake to keep her! We should've just killed her off when we had the chance," Gimli yelped. Deelia was in the middle of their circle, smiling radically to herself.
"No, maybe there still is a chance…" Aragorn exclaimed, suddenly sweeping the elf girl off her feet and into a headlock with a blade to her throat. She struggled and kicked, but the ropes still bound her, not slackening the least to her hard kicks of resistance. "Call your beasts off, or off with your head!" Aragorn declared out loud. The Orcs looked from one to another, and then to Deelia, awaiting her reaction. She gave no answer but a scornful face she bore, her eyes blazing as if a dark fire ignited. Tired of her impertinent games, Aragorn tightened his grip upon her throat, and rose the blade up even closer.
"All right!" Deelia grumbled, flitting her body to and fro, but Aragorn's grip was strong. The Orcs continued to perch upon their spots, a few feet from the camp. "Go!" she snarled loudly at the expecting Orcs, and as quick as the words flew out, the mass army fled into the forest as if some immense force drove them from the group.
Astonished, no one knew of what to do next, except to flee. They quarreled over what to do with Deelia, and decided it was better for their protection if she was kept as hostage. A cold glare from her gave them all chills, but settled that if they left her, no doubt would the Orcs come back and free her and then come after the Fellowship once more. And so, she was kept behind Legolas, whose bow and arrow was loaded, and in front of Aragorn, his sword to her neck at all times. They quickly descended East, towards the dawning sun, and remained on their top guard. Finally they reached a rather empty space of land, as Gandalf declared their next camping spot. Legolas and Boromir were on first watch as the sixth hour of the day seemed to approach. All seemed quite tranquil as the group camped around a fire. Even Deelia was rigid as a stone, unmoving, and showing no signs of danger.
And so the day dawned into the greatly anticipating sky when vague hoof steps could be heard… Deelia's head perked up and heard the distant and faint thuds, catching the patterns… five riders it seemed. Legolas heard it was well, and sensed the feeling of danger approaching once again. They were arriving at an incredible pace. Quickly he and Boromir woke the other seven, and by then, hoof steps could be heard quite plainly not far off in the distance. Before anyone could gather their objects and take flee, five riders cloaked in black on dark horses surrounded the group. They were five Ring wraiths. Gimli cursed under his breath for the bad luck this elf girl was giving them. He knew killing her when they had the chance was the right choice, but everyone thought she was better off as "protection". Fat chance that was going to be, she attracted more danger than the ring bearer. Drawing his axe, he prepared for battle. Taking position once again, Aragorn held Deelia with his blade to her neck, but the riders did not halt. Sensing something amiss as one of them headed towards Frodo, Aragorn was forced to drop Deelia and defend the helpless hobbit. As the other members of the Fellowship battled against the riders, Aragorn grabbed a lit piece of firewood and began to throw flames at the dark assailants. One by one they caught on fire and disappeared into the woods once more, but before the last one was driven away, Deelia appealed to it for help with a loud scream. The rider halted, but then drew his sword once more and suddenly attempted to stab Deelia through the heart. Though she was quick, she wasn't quick enough as the blade grazed through her shoulder. The Rider fled as Deelia fell to the ground, bleeding blood as she never had before.
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Author's Note: Chapter 4 will be up ASAP! Feedback is VERY much welcomed and inspires me, mwahaha.
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