AN: err…this is chapter two…nuffin else
Eucalyptus Lizad Fuel: (btw, awsome name) Yeah, I tend to make that sort of descriptive thing about the characters but that's okay…right? I might cleave some of it off…oh well. Anyway, I thank you for the review/ support!
Aliyana and Aragorn looked out on the oncoming storm from a nearby window. Aliyana looked at her brother, "Do you think that this storm will bring evil tidings?" Aragorn turned his head slightly to face her, but his eyes were still kept to that point out onto the horizon "I don't know," He did get a strange feeling in his stomach which he knew to react on all of his instinctive feelings.
Suddenly a great unearthly roar shattered all their thoughts to become apprehension. A black flood washed down the hills and to the walls of the great city of Minas Anor. Both the brother and sister looked at each other in alarm. Aragorn cursed in a silent whisper "Orcs," Aliyana nodded "We must tell father and Fionn," They both ran hearing the loud whip of thunder crack the heavens asunder and the great scream of the orcs filling the air. The sudden quick, clank of armor beating against the stone, the soldiers going to fight.
They ran through the courtyard only to discover Fingal looking at them with evil eyes and being flanked on both sides by ten Uruk-Hai, each carrying a sword with a vicious point curved into an "L" shape. White war- paint curved down their arms and was plastered to their skull. They growled showing their yellowed, rotted teeth and decaying gums that protruded with a grossness that torture could have only brought upon them. Aragorn looked at Fingal in question "Fingal...?"
"It is time...Give your sister to me, now,"
Aragorn discovered the leather pouch close by, that carried the swords and took one from it. The blade sung a feverish note, and he got in front of his sister. His heart was pounding in his chest and ears as he half turned to Aliyana "Go. Run now and tell father," Aliyana shook her head, "No. I'm not leaving you," Fingal chuckled "Oh, how sweet. Trying to save her won't do you any good," He motioned to the Uruk-Hai who were constraining themselves by a thread, ready at any moment to leap out at them, looking at Aragorn, wanting to taste the young boy's blood, newly spilled. Aragorn looked at him, with his brow furrowed, angrily "Why do you want my sister?"
"She is to go to Mordor...I shall not tell you the reasons for they are not of your business. In fact I shall take you as well, Aragorn. You have a strong spirit that we could use,," Both of the children couldn't believe what was to become of themselves. Sauron, the lord of darkness and desolation. If he was reincarnated, then it would be the end of Middle- Earth as had known it.
Fingal nodded at the Orcs and they walked slowly and menacingly forward. Aragorn backed up, seeing death immediately, Aliyana bit her lip until it bled, fear taking it's robust hold on both of the children. The lighning flashed on the Orcish blades and in Fingal's eyes. The thunder rolled out a funeral drum, and the wind silently purred against the walls, it whispered and howled, the rain coming down in sheets and soaking all of them to the bone. The sky grew even blacker and the fires in Mirith Anor could be seen, the destruction, those fires burned in the Uruk-Hai's eyes. They brought their swords up, ready to attack, smiling ruthlessly. Fingal nodded his head and finally began to taste his revenge which was finally about to happen. Aragorn tripped and fell, his sword flying away from him and it slid across the stone, Aliyana struggled to help him to his feet, while the Uruk-Hai were slowly advancing, and the children could feel their hot breath reeking down onto them.
They wanted to run, wanted to flee, but it was too late, their feet and their bodies betraying them, Their minds screaming RUN!!! but they could not. They both sank slowly down a wall, looking up into the Uruk- Hai's eyes, filled with malice and hatred, but with a sickening glee. Aragorn and Aliyana held each other close, tears were filling their eyes, seeing death ready to claim them. Aragorn froze with trepidation, feeling his stomach drop and the aftershock spreading through his chest and limbs. The children's hearts danced to a new tune, a faster one, making their heads swim and resulting in gasping, struggling for breath.
One Uruk-Hai raised his sword, aimed for the boy's neck and gave out a shriek of vengeance, the children just stared up into it's empty eyes and felt their coldness, piecing their souls, their voices stuck in their throats and feeling nothing but fear pushing them back against the cold, wet, stone wall. There was a loud war cry then a sword dismembered the orc's ugly head from it's body, black blood shooting up from the neck, staining the ground. Both the children let out the breath that they had been holding for so long and gasped feeling their hearts take a lurching drop.
"Father!" Aragorn cried as he saw Arathorn bravely fight off the rest of Uruk-Hai. Their screams of rage flew across the wind as they fought will all of their strength, the king of Gondor fighting bravely back. An arrow pierced an Orc's neck as it gave its final scream, mouth filled with it's black blood, brimming over the edge of it's lips, pouring down, the green in the animal's eyes crying for vengeance. It was Fionn's arrow. Fionn notched another to his bow and fired through one straight through it's forehead. It fell, the orcish blade falling to the ground. Acicia came in grabbing her children and taking them to a far side of the garden. She formed a small fireball in her hand. It glowed with a white radiance that lit the garden with a enchanted flame.
Her blue eyes were full of anger of the orcs and fear for the two men she loved. She outstretched her whole arm and let her whole palm straight out. An Uruk-Hai's spirit was reaped from him as the white glow filled his eyes. It fell with a great thud, as a black shadow flew from his body. It was swept away with the wind with a violent howl. The thunder split the heavens asunder shaking the ground with it's tremendous roar, deafining the cry of men and orcs as their lives slipped away from the world. Fingal's eyes were wide, full of hatred he stared his brother down. He drew up his own bow knowing that he had to get to the children fast. He aimed it at Acicia, smiling with a vigor that only the ancient evils knew. He let the black arrow fly and, with the archery of an Elf, it hit it's mark.
Acicia gave out a surprised cry as she felt the black wood penetrate her. She looked down at it, her red blood staining her dress. Her eyes clouded over with tears and her knees began to buckle under her. "Mother!" Aliyana cried, feeling confusion grasp her. Acacia used a wall for support, as she found the strength to fire another, taking an Orc's life. Fingal shook his head as he notched another arrow to his bow 'foolish woman' he thought 'you should have given in, but you decided to take the hard way'. He fired another, again hitting it's mark.
This time Acacia could not support herself and she fell to the ground, her blood soaking the stone, feeling the rain fall on her face. Arathorn gave out a cry as he ran to his dying wife. Fionn felt anger and shock rivet through his body. His dark eyes flashed with vengeance as he aimed an arrow at his brother. Fingal was fast, but not fast enough, as it pierced his hand. Fingal cried out and gave Fionn a bitter look. Fingal sent his orcs after them. .He lifted her head up to support her from the blood rushing to her throat. He lifted her up seeing Aliyana and Aragorn, they being trapped by the Uruk-Hai, forcing them to flee in the other direction, the Orc's giving chase. The rest of the Uruk-Hai were raging after the Elf, Man and Woman , their swords already having tasted Fionn's and Arathorn's blood, lusting for more bloodshed, wanting their blades to feast in their blood. Fionn guarded them with his deadly arrows as he was backing up, hitting a few more orcs.
Arathorn managed to get to a room that was isolated from the rest of the Uruk-Hai's route. Tears filled his eyes and sadness filled his heart as he saw her dying. His hands went for the arrows, she stiffened "No! Leave them, Arathorn...I will pass on," The king shook his head, bringing a hand to her face, "You can't leave us, Acacia. I won't let you!" The queen smiled weakly at him "Watch over them, please, my love," Arathorn's tears fell, but he did not sob, a great weight settled onto his heart, knowing that she would die, but he didn't want to believe it. He kissed her forehead "I love you," Acacia smiled weakly again 'I love you, Arathorn,"
She did not gasp when she passed on, she merely turned her head to one side, that smile still on her face, eyes clouded over. A white shadow floated up from her body and looked at Arathorn 'Remember me' he heard in his mind. And with that the spirit disintegrated into nothingness. Arathorn looked down at his wife. She was gone. Gone forever. She wouldn't have wanted him to dwell on her death at a time like this. He choked back his tears and looked at Fionn who had sadness in his eyes as well, with tears tugging at them. "Fionn, we must get Aragorn and Aliyana back from those damned Uruk-Hai," He drew his blade "If they dare harm them in anyway they will face a bloody fate that is completely unfathomable in their minds," Fionn nodded and the Man and Elf headed after them.
Eucalyptus Lizad Fuel: (btw, awsome name) Yeah, I tend to make that sort of descriptive thing about the characters but that's okay…right? I might cleave some of it off…oh well. Anyway, I thank you for the review/ support!
Aliyana and Aragorn looked out on the oncoming storm from a nearby window. Aliyana looked at her brother, "Do you think that this storm will bring evil tidings?" Aragorn turned his head slightly to face her, but his eyes were still kept to that point out onto the horizon "I don't know," He did get a strange feeling in his stomach which he knew to react on all of his instinctive feelings.
Suddenly a great unearthly roar shattered all their thoughts to become apprehension. A black flood washed down the hills and to the walls of the great city of Minas Anor. Both the brother and sister looked at each other in alarm. Aragorn cursed in a silent whisper "Orcs," Aliyana nodded "We must tell father and Fionn," They both ran hearing the loud whip of thunder crack the heavens asunder and the great scream of the orcs filling the air. The sudden quick, clank of armor beating against the stone, the soldiers going to fight.
They ran through the courtyard only to discover Fingal looking at them with evil eyes and being flanked on both sides by ten Uruk-Hai, each carrying a sword with a vicious point curved into an "L" shape. White war- paint curved down their arms and was plastered to their skull. They growled showing their yellowed, rotted teeth and decaying gums that protruded with a grossness that torture could have only brought upon them. Aragorn looked at Fingal in question "Fingal...?"
"It is time...Give your sister to me, now,"
Aragorn discovered the leather pouch close by, that carried the swords and took one from it. The blade sung a feverish note, and he got in front of his sister. His heart was pounding in his chest and ears as he half turned to Aliyana "Go. Run now and tell father," Aliyana shook her head, "No. I'm not leaving you," Fingal chuckled "Oh, how sweet. Trying to save her won't do you any good," He motioned to the Uruk-Hai who were constraining themselves by a thread, ready at any moment to leap out at them, looking at Aragorn, wanting to taste the young boy's blood, newly spilled. Aragorn looked at him, with his brow furrowed, angrily "Why do you want my sister?"
"She is to go to Mordor...I shall not tell you the reasons for they are not of your business. In fact I shall take you as well, Aragorn. You have a strong spirit that we could use,," Both of the children couldn't believe what was to become of themselves. Sauron, the lord of darkness and desolation. If he was reincarnated, then it would be the end of Middle- Earth as had known it.
Fingal nodded at the Orcs and they walked slowly and menacingly forward. Aragorn backed up, seeing death immediately, Aliyana bit her lip until it bled, fear taking it's robust hold on both of the children. The lighning flashed on the Orcish blades and in Fingal's eyes. The thunder rolled out a funeral drum, and the wind silently purred against the walls, it whispered and howled, the rain coming down in sheets and soaking all of them to the bone. The sky grew even blacker and the fires in Mirith Anor could be seen, the destruction, those fires burned in the Uruk-Hai's eyes. They brought their swords up, ready to attack, smiling ruthlessly. Fingal nodded his head and finally began to taste his revenge which was finally about to happen. Aragorn tripped and fell, his sword flying away from him and it slid across the stone, Aliyana struggled to help him to his feet, while the Uruk-Hai were slowly advancing, and the children could feel their hot breath reeking down onto them.
They wanted to run, wanted to flee, but it was too late, their feet and their bodies betraying them, Their minds screaming RUN!!! but they could not. They both sank slowly down a wall, looking up into the Uruk- Hai's eyes, filled with malice and hatred, but with a sickening glee. Aragorn and Aliyana held each other close, tears were filling their eyes, seeing death ready to claim them. Aragorn froze with trepidation, feeling his stomach drop and the aftershock spreading through his chest and limbs. The children's hearts danced to a new tune, a faster one, making their heads swim and resulting in gasping, struggling for breath.
One Uruk-Hai raised his sword, aimed for the boy's neck and gave out a shriek of vengeance, the children just stared up into it's empty eyes and felt their coldness, piecing their souls, their voices stuck in their throats and feeling nothing but fear pushing them back against the cold, wet, stone wall. There was a loud war cry then a sword dismembered the orc's ugly head from it's body, black blood shooting up from the neck, staining the ground. Both the children let out the breath that they had been holding for so long and gasped feeling their hearts take a lurching drop.
"Father!" Aragorn cried as he saw Arathorn bravely fight off the rest of Uruk-Hai. Their screams of rage flew across the wind as they fought will all of their strength, the king of Gondor fighting bravely back. An arrow pierced an Orc's neck as it gave its final scream, mouth filled with it's black blood, brimming over the edge of it's lips, pouring down, the green in the animal's eyes crying for vengeance. It was Fionn's arrow. Fionn notched another to his bow and fired through one straight through it's forehead. It fell, the orcish blade falling to the ground. Acicia came in grabbing her children and taking them to a far side of the garden. She formed a small fireball in her hand. It glowed with a white radiance that lit the garden with a enchanted flame.
Her blue eyes were full of anger of the orcs and fear for the two men she loved. She outstretched her whole arm and let her whole palm straight out. An Uruk-Hai's spirit was reaped from him as the white glow filled his eyes. It fell with a great thud, as a black shadow flew from his body. It was swept away with the wind with a violent howl. The thunder split the heavens asunder shaking the ground with it's tremendous roar, deafining the cry of men and orcs as their lives slipped away from the world. Fingal's eyes were wide, full of hatred he stared his brother down. He drew up his own bow knowing that he had to get to the children fast. He aimed it at Acicia, smiling with a vigor that only the ancient evils knew. He let the black arrow fly and, with the archery of an Elf, it hit it's mark.
Acicia gave out a surprised cry as she felt the black wood penetrate her. She looked down at it, her red blood staining her dress. Her eyes clouded over with tears and her knees began to buckle under her. "Mother!" Aliyana cried, feeling confusion grasp her. Acacia used a wall for support, as she found the strength to fire another, taking an Orc's life. Fingal shook his head as he notched another arrow to his bow 'foolish woman' he thought 'you should have given in, but you decided to take the hard way'. He fired another, again hitting it's mark.
This time Acacia could not support herself and she fell to the ground, her blood soaking the stone, feeling the rain fall on her face. Arathorn gave out a cry as he ran to his dying wife. Fionn felt anger and shock rivet through his body. His dark eyes flashed with vengeance as he aimed an arrow at his brother. Fingal was fast, but not fast enough, as it pierced his hand. Fingal cried out and gave Fionn a bitter look. Fingal sent his orcs after them. .He lifted her head up to support her from the blood rushing to her throat. He lifted her up seeing Aliyana and Aragorn, they being trapped by the Uruk-Hai, forcing them to flee in the other direction, the Orc's giving chase. The rest of the Uruk-Hai were raging after the Elf, Man and Woman , their swords already having tasted Fionn's and Arathorn's blood, lusting for more bloodshed, wanting their blades to feast in their blood. Fionn guarded them with his deadly arrows as he was backing up, hitting a few more orcs.
Arathorn managed to get to a room that was isolated from the rest of the Uruk-Hai's route. Tears filled his eyes and sadness filled his heart as he saw her dying. His hands went for the arrows, she stiffened "No! Leave them, Arathorn...I will pass on," The king shook his head, bringing a hand to her face, "You can't leave us, Acacia. I won't let you!" The queen smiled weakly at him "Watch over them, please, my love," Arathorn's tears fell, but he did not sob, a great weight settled onto his heart, knowing that she would die, but he didn't want to believe it. He kissed her forehead "I love you," Acacia smiled weakly again 'I love you, Arathorn,"
She did not gasp when she passed on, she merely turned her head to one side, that smile still on her face, eyes clouded over. A white shadow floated up from her body and looked at Arathorn 'Remember me' he heard in his mind. And with that the spirit disintegrated into nothingness. Arathorn looked down at his wife. She was gone. Gone forever. She wouldn't have wanted him to dwell on her death at a time like this. He choked back his tears and looked at Fionn who had sadness in his eyes as well, with tears tugging at them. "Fionn, we must get Aragorn and Aliyana back from those damned Uruk-Hai," He drew his blade "If they dare harm them in anyway they will face a bloody fate that is completely unfathomable in their minds," Fionn nodded and the Man and Elf headed after them.