The rain beat down harder on them, the lightning casting grotesque shadows
on the cold, morbid stone, twisting and distorting the shadows of the three
figures. The thunder shook the ground and the screams of dying men rang
through out the air, the orcish drum beating against the walls.
Fionn's elvish ears heard the omnious clank of armor, but it was deeper, that forged by evil hands. Fionn stood looking behind him. The Elf scanned the area until he found out where it was coming from. The inclosed turret nearby, held the sounds of Orcs growling with sickening delight, and the deep low rumble of a drum. Aragorn and Aliyana stared with eyes wide towards the turret. Fionn removed his bow and drew two arrows out of the quiver that he carried on his back. The two children looked at him in question then at the turret in dreaded anticipation of the oncoming monsters.
Out of the gloom came a black mass, screaming with malice and hatred. All were twisted and gnarled, their lynx eyes were bright and incinerating. Fionn looked at them with shock and confusion. These were not The Lesser Orcs or even the Uruk-Hai. He had no idea what these new creatures were then quickly realized what they were. They were half-Orcs in a sense but...with some of the features only the human race would have. Fionn's brows furrowed with dismay.
They were out numbered ten to one and there was no way that he could get the children to fight. Their black greasy hair was tangled and matted, their skin was darkened by the blood of their enemies as well as their war paint. Their corpulent but strong frames were fitted with armor that was crudely made, but Fionn knew that they didn't need armor to protect them. Fionn shot an orc in the head, taking some of his brothers down with him "Get back!!" Fionn managed to scream over the orcs and the wind as Aliyana and Aragorn ran back to the entrance of the doorway
The Half-Orcs were coming too fast. One came too close and as Fionn was drawing an arrow he stabbed it in it's eye. It screamed it pain, blindly feeling its way, falling over the edge to dusty death. Fionn quickly fired the arrow straight through the Orc's nose. It stopped for a moment then cried in fury as it fell. Fionn cursed himself, groping to find an empty quiver. Drawing his sword, he gave out a long war-cry that was swept up into the wind, but heard amongst them.
Aragorn and Aliyana watched Fionn fight, the blood seeping from his wounds. The Orcs began to overpower him, seeing his blood flow made them lust for more. He knew that he couldn't hold them off any longer. There were too many of them. They poured endlessly out of the turret like an angry flood. Fionn kept on hacking down one after another, feeling fatigue take hold of him, but Arathorn's words kept fresh in his mind. He would not stop until he saw the last Orc's blood spilled...and Fingal dead. He was falling back, and was roughly slammed up against a wall, by a Half-Orc. It screamed in his face sending off an unearthly odor that could kill anyone if they stayed in its presence for too long. Those bright loam orbs were piercing his soul, making hard for him to breathe. The Orc forced the sword out of his hand and was about to bring his into the Elf's stomach when there was a great tremor. The Orc stopped to listen to it, then the Orcs began to flee down the corridor and away. Fionn was glad that they were gone, but then realized that if they were gone, something bad was to result of this. Fionn retrieved his sword and he gasped for air, against the pain of his wounds.
The tremors grew and closer and more distinct. Then Fionn knew what it was. He closed his eyes in disbelief but then he knew that there was absolutely no way to escape it...although they could try. Aliyana looked at Fionn "Fionn, What is it?" Fionn opened his eyes still looking onto where it was coming from and remained silent. The two children had no idea what it was and looked at each other in fear and confusion "Run!!" They sped down the corridors, the wind whipping through the arrow slits of the castle, whispering discouraging words at them. They ran down the staircase, Aragorn's eyes welled up in pain, his arm bothering him greatly, but he kept it to himself.
They ran to the ending of the bridge of Osiligath, the water below tempting them to their deaths. Aliyana ran too far and nearly fell over the edge as Fionn grasped her back, pulling her to safety. He grabbed the two children behind him as he was wishing for a quiver of arrows. He heard the crunch of claws against of stone. Aragorn's eyes widened at a sight so unnerving that he began to gasp for breath. Alyiana gripped her brother's arm as she felt her heart take a plummeting lurch. Fionn prayed to Eru that some would aid them, but he had no one to turn to.
It was a Cold-Drake, a sight to behold. It's eyes were glassy orbs of amethyst flecked with gold. Its large form was clothed in dark blues and blacks. Its claws were like huge shards of obsidian, shaped and formed into sabers. Its teeth were like great pinnacles of marble, and its tail, barbed. It crept stealthily towards them, Fionn already knew that it couldn't breath fire, but its eyes were different than that of other drakes or dragons. It possessed some sort of magic that would be a great disadvantage to them.
It was quick unlike the lumbering dragons. It came closer, no way to pierce its scales. Fionn knew the only way was going to be very difficult. "Hold on to me and don't let go," He told the children, with out looking at them. They nodded each grabbing tight of his waist. He looked up into the cold orbs of the Drake. He then took one last breath, as he backed over the edge, the children looked down with fear of death. Fionn then let himself and the children fall. The children screamed as they felt their stomachs lurch. Fionn grabbed for the wall, getting hold of something.
His arms screamed in pain at him and his wounds howled against the strain. Fatigue crept into him. But he still held on. The Drake almost looked as if he were smiling at them. He looked down on the Elf and the children. There was no way out for them not even a sliver of hope except for death.
AN: A real cliff hanger huh?...(literally too...he-he) Man this just gets worse and worse...don't panic! There is still more to come! Luv ya all! –Sharazad Muse: *Ahem* Shara: Oh no! Now what do you want!? Muse: A friggin' Name! Shara: uhh...what about...Ginger? Muse: Hey, I like it! Shara: Really? Muse: No *pulls out (dum, dum, DUMMMM!!)* Shara: NOOOO!!!!!! *runs away panicked with Muse chasing after*
Fionn's elvish ears heard the omnious clank of armor, but it was deeper, that forged by evil hands. Fionn stood looking behind him. The Elf scanned the area until he found out where it was coming from. The inclosed turret nearby, held the sounds of Orcs growling with sickening delight, and the deep low rumble of a drum. Aragorn and Aliyana stared with eyes wide towards the turret. Fionn removed his bow and drew two arrows out of the quiver that he carried on his back. The two children looked at him in question then at the turret in dreaded anticipation of the oncoming monsters.
Out of the gloom came a black mass, screaming with malice and hatred. All were twisted and gnarled, their lynx eyes were bright and incinerating. Fionn looked at them with shock and confusion. These were not The Lesser Orcs or even the Uruk-Hai. He had no idea what these new creatures were then quickly realized what they were. They were half-Orcs in a sense but...with some of the features only the human race would have. Fionn's brows furrowed with dismay.
They were out numbered ten to one and there was no way that he could get the children to fight. Their black greasy hair was tangled and matted, their skin was darkened by the blood of their enemies as well as their war paint. Their corpulent but strong frames were fitted with armor that was crudely made, but Fionn knew that they didn't need armor to protect them. Fionn shot an orc in the head, taking some of his brothers down with him "Get back!!" Fionn managed to scream over the orcs and the wind as Aliyana and Aragorn ran back to the entrance of the doorway
The Half-Orcs were coming too fast. One came too close and as Fionn was drawing an arrow he stabbed it in it's eye. It screamed it pain, blindly feeling its way, falling over the edge to dusty death. Fionn quickly fired the arrow straight through the Orc's nose. It stopped for a moment then cried in fury as it fell. Fionn cursed himself, groping to find an empty quiver. Drawing his sword, he gave out a long war-cry that was swept up into the wind, but heard amongst them.
Aragorn and Aliyana watched Fionn fight, the blood seeping from his wounds. The Orcs began to overpower him, seeing his blood flow made them lust for more. He knew that he couldn't hold them off any longer. There were too many of them. They poured endlessly out of the turret like an angry flood. Fionn kept on hacking down one after another, feeling fatigue take hold of him, but Arathorn's words kept fresh in his mind. He would not stop until he saw the last Orc's blood spilled...and Fingal dead. He was falling back, and was roughly slammed up against a wall, by a Half-Orc. It screamed in his face sending off an unearthly odor that could kill anyone if they stayed in its presence for too long. Those bright loam orbs were piercing his soul, making hard for him to breathe. The Orc forced the sword out of his hand and was about to bring his into the Elf's stomach when there was a great tremor. The Orc stopped to listen to it, then the Orcs began to flee down the corridor and away. Fionn was glad that they were gone, but then realized that if they were gone, something bad was to result of this. Fionn retrieved his sword and he gasped for air, against the pain of his wounds.
The tremors grew and closer and more distinct. Then Fionn knew what it was. He closed his eyes in disbelief but then he knew that there was absolutely no way to escape it...although they could try. Aliyana looked at Fionn "Fionn, What is it?" Fionn opened his eyes still looking onto where it was coming from and remained silent. The two children had no idea what it was and looked at each other in fear and confusion "Run!!" They sped down the corridors, the wind whipping through the arrow slits of the castle, whispering discouraging words at them. They ran down the staircase, Aragorn's eyes welled up in pain, his arm bothering him greatly, but he kept it to himself.
They ran to the ending of the bridge of Osiligath, the water below tempting them to their deaths. Aliyana ran too far and nearly fell over the edge as Fionn grasped her back, pulling her to safety. He grabbed the two children behind him as he was wishing for a quiver of arrows. He heard the crunch of claws against of stone. Aragorn's eyes widened at a sight so unnerving that he began to gasp for breath. Alyiana gripped her brother's arm as she felt her heart take a plummeting lurch. Fionn prayed to Eru that some would aid them, but he had no one to turn to.
It was a Cold-Drake, a sight to behold. It's eyes were glassy orbs of amethyst flecked with gold. Its large form was clothed in dark blues and blacks. Its claws were like huge shards of obsidian, shaped and formed into sabers. Its teeth were like great pinnacles of marble, and its tail, barbed. It crept stealthily towards them, Fionn already knew that it couldn't breath fire, but its eyes were different than that of other drakes or dragons. It possessed some sort of magic that would be a great disadvantage to them.
It was quick unlike the lumbering dragons. It came closer, no way to pierce its scales. Fionn knew the only way was going to be very difficult. "Hold on to me and don't let go," He told the children, with out looking at them. They nodded each grabbing tight of his waist. He looked up into the cold orbs of the Drake. He then took one last breath, as he backed over the edge, the children looked down with fear of death. Fionn then let himself and the children fall. The children screamed as they felt their stomachs lurch. Fionn grabbed for the wall, getting hold of something.
His arms screamed in pain at him and his wounds howled against the strain. Fatigue crept into him. But he still held on. The Drake almost looked as if he were smiling at them. He looked down on the Elf and the children. There was no way out for them not even a sliver of hope except for death.
AN: A real cliff hanger huh?...(literally too...he-he) Man this just gets worse and worse...don't panic! There is still more to come! Luv ya all! –Sharazad Muse: *Ahem* Shara: Oh no! Now what do you want!? Muse: A friggin' Name! Shara: uhh...what about...Ginger? Muse: Hey, I like it! Shara: Really? Muse: No *pulls out (dum, dum, DUMMMM!!)* Shara: NOOOO!!!!!! *runs away panicked with Muse chasing after*