AN: Sorry!! I've been having MAJOR writer's block!!!...I know I haven't
gotten very far in that story...but I just need to do a little re-planning
and then it'll get back on it's feet. By the way, thank you for all your
support and I think I have finally found a name for my muse... Muse:
Really?? Shara: ummm...yah... Muse: Well, WHAT IS IT?! Shara: uhh...how
bout Artemis? Muse: really? Shara: Yeah...d'ya like it? Muse:
wooow...YEAH!!! I DO!!! Shara: really, really?? Muse:Yeah! Shara: Yay! No
more... *gasp!* *Muse pulls out Duct tape* Muse..er...Artemis: Thought that
you would escape this anytime soon, eh?
Shara:...*pause*... NOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Part II : Halved Journies
//I know that you're coming...I need your power...come to me...//
Aliyana woke up to find herself looking sideways on very harsh ground. This was a great barren wasteland with no fertility whatsoever. Rocks were gouging at her sides and the sky was still a morbid grey. She found that some cloth was in her mouth and she could hardly breath. Her chest ached and so did her arms. She panicked and instinctively tried to bring her hands to her mouth, but couldn't. They were tightly bound behind her and she also discovered to have her legs bound as well. She gave out a scream which was muffled against the gag. A silver gem-like tear streaked down her face as fear gripped her in an acrimonious fashion.
Her heart felt like it would burst as she saw her captors. They were in better light, but it was still dark. Its bright green eyes burned into her soul, its nose looked like it had been bent at a very queer angle, but it seemed to be stapled with many metal strips together so that it looked like it was straight. Its arms were bent and crooked like the gnarled limbs of a dead tree. It wore leather armor which was crudely made and had a bent helmet of orcish-make the spire at the top twisted at a bizarre curve. It made no advance to scowl at her, like the others had. It just stared at her with a queer expression on it's face.
The lesser-orc turned it's head thoughtfully to the side to look at her, at what prize they had captured. A dark, gloved hand pushed the orc aside. The orc gave a yelp and scurried away into the darkness. The figure had short cropped black hair, but it was tall and slender with dark skin and eyes. His ears were pointed and when he came into better light, it was Fingal. Aliyana managed to pull herself up to a sitting position and she also managed to struggle away to a wall of rock that was about five feet behind her.
Fingal shook his head and advanced on her anyway. He knelt by her and looked into her eyes. By any means it wasn't sympathetic at all, it was a menacing look of hate and enmity. "If I or any of these fine warriors here catch you escaping–" He motioned to the orcs "I will make sure that a severe beating will put the idea out of your head," He unceremoniously ripped her gag out of her mouth. Her mouth felt dry as she licked her lips. Fingal grabbed her roughly by the chin "Are we clear on that?" She nodded her head but she felt fear weigh upon her heart heavily. He threw Aliyana aside, nearly hitting her head into the rock face. He laughed a little looking down onto her, at what a state the poor wretch was in.
She now knew how great her loss was, of her family. She saw her mother killed before her very eyes, her father's soul was reaped from him. Fionn and Aragorn were probably dead too. Despondency was all her mind brimming over the top. Although, she hadn't seen them killed at all. There was a little hope in her heart and she did hope that they were safe and away.
Now she saw how vast the orcish hordes really were. There were hundreds upon hundreds defiling even this wasteland. They must have had a rendevous point at this place. Where were they taking her? They did say to Minas Morgul...and even as she looked up, there it was, a tower of immense strength and cruelty. Every stone spire was made with debauchery, twisted and cleft in odd places. Most of Minas Ithil was non-existent and what ever was, the orcs were tearing down. Small torches were splayed out all over the Tower causing them to look like strange stars fulled with a cold light, aiding their evil cause.
Fear flooded her mind. If she was to go to Minas Morgul...then what would happen to her? As her eyes coursed up the large mass of rock, she could see at the very top a beacon so deathly bright, it shone onto the rocks below it. Although, it was no beacon...but the Eye of Sauron. It burned with an unearthly light sending dark shadows to join them inside the very tower.
Aliyana heard a sound and immediately turned to it, since her senses were piqued. The orc with the stapled nose came back and lopped towards her. She pressed herself to the wall, not wanting to know what would happen if it were to get too close. When the orc was close enough, Aliyana saw that the orc had a milky film over one eye. It was half blind and the other eye didn't look so good as well. It crouched and looked at her in her eyes "Hmmmm...little whiteskin. You with power, yess. Great power..."
"What??"
The Orc didn't answer her question " Yess. She is waiting for whiteskin," Aliyana was even more confused by this "Whom do you speak of?" The orc recoiled a bit "Little whiteskin doesn't know of her? How could human not know of the–" the orc turned round as if to hear something "Must hurry now! Ôlûren flees from the Uruk-Hai warriors," The orc known as Ôlûren again scurried off into the darkness of the shadows. Aliyana was left dazed and confused.
What did he mean of "her"? She was most likely their leader, an ugly orcish queen that responded in the tongue of Mordor, in short loud barks.
As Ôlûren had said, ten great, corpulent Uruk-Hai marched over to her. Fingal accompanied them. He looked down on her with no amusement and it was hard to discern his expression, but it was clearly hatred. "Come. We are to go to Nurn," Aliyana was confused
"But I thought..." The knotted gag was stuffed back into her mouth painfully. She gave out a muffled cry of aggravation and fear as an Uruk- Hai hefted her over one shoulder, locking her knees behind both arms. // Aragorn! Fionn! Where are you?!// she internally cried.
A rough wind picked up, blowing dust and debris into her eyes, making it harder for her to breathe. She wanted to scream against everything that she was being held by. She felt a searing pressure build up in her mind and wished that it would go away. Anger and fear build up into her mind. How was she to escape and get back to her friends. If there was only a way. The orcs picked up their speed as they ran and Fionn rode off on a white stallion towards their destination. Tears fell from her eyes as she knew that there would be no way to escape this fate. Aliyana had already been doomed to this. She felt like she wanted to scream at everything, the orcs' torture getting to her already...
//Aragorn!!!//
AN: Man, am I mean to my characters or what? Well, hope that you liked it so far...next chapter will be of Aragorn and Fionn (I won't give the rest aaaawwwwwaaaaayyyyy!) Dude! This is my shortest AN!!
Shara:...*pause*... NOOOOOOO!!!!!!
Part II : Halved Journies
//I know that you're coming...I need your power...come to me...//
Aliyana woke up to find herself looking sideways on very harsh ground. This was a great barren wasteland with no fertility whatsoever. Rocks were gouging at her sides and the sky was still a morbid grey. She found that some cloth was in her mouth and she could hardly breath. Her chest ached and so did her arms. She panicked and instinctively tried to bring her hands to her mouth, but couldn't. They were tightly bound behind her and she also discovered to have her legs bound as well. She gave out a scream which was muffled against the gag. A silver gem-like tear streaked down her face as fear gripped her in an acrimonious fashion.
Her heart felt like it would burst as she saw her captors. They were in better light, but it was still dark. Its bright green eyes burned into her soul, its nose looked like it had been bent at a very queer angle, but it seemed to be stapled with many metal strips together so that it looked like it was straight. Its arms were bent and crooked like the gnarled limbs of a dead tree. It wore leather armor which was crudely made and had a bent helmet of orcish-make the spire at the top twisted at a bizarre curve. It made no advance to scowl at her, like the others had. It just stared at her with a queer expression on it's face.
The lesser-orc turned it's head thoughtfully to the side to look at her, at what prize they had captured. A dark, gloved hand pushed the orc aside. The orc gave a yelp and scurried away into the darkness. The figure had short cropped black hair, but it was tall and slender with dark skin and eyes. His ears were pointed and when he came into better light, it was Fingal. Aliyana managed to pull herself up to a sitting position and she also managed to struggle away to a wall of rock that was about five feet behind her.
Fingal shook his head and advanced on her anyway. He knelt by her and looked into her eyes. By any means it wasn't sympathetic at all, it was a menacing look of hate and enmity. "If I or any of these fine warriors here catch you escaping–" He motioned to the orcs "I will make sure that a severe beating will put the idea out of your head," He unceremoniously ripped her gag out of her mouth. Her mouth felt dry as she licked her lips. Fingal grabbed her roughly by the chin "Are we clear on that?" She nodded her head but she felt fear weigh upon her heart heavily. He threw Aliyana aside, nearly hitting her head into the rock face. He laughed a little looking down onto her, at what a state the poor wretch was in.
She now knew how great her loss was, of her family. She saw her mother killed before her very eyes, her father's soul was reaped from him. Fionn and Aragorn were probably dead too. Despondency was all her mind brimming over the top. Although, she hadn't seen them killed at all. There was a little hope in her heart and she did hope that they were safe and away.
Now she saw how vast the orcish hordes really were. There were hundreds upon hundreds defiling even this wasteland. They must have had a rendevous point at this place. Where were they taking her? They did say to Minas Morgul...and even as she looked up, there it was, a tower of immense strength and cruelty. Every stone spire was made with debauchery, twisted and cleft in odd places. Most of Minas Ithil was non-existent and what ever was, the orcs were tearing down. Small torches were splayed out all over the Tower causing them to look like strange stars fulled with a cold light, aiding their evil cause.
Fear flooded her mind. If she was to go to Minas Morgul...then what would happen to her? As her eyes coursed up the large mass of rock, she could see at the very top a beacon so deathly bright, it shone onto the rocks below it. Although, it was no beacon...but the Eye of Sauron. It burned with an unearthly light sending dark shadows to join them inside the very tower.
Aliyana heard a sound and immediately turned to it, since her senses were piqued. The orc with the stapled nose came back and lopped towards her. She pressed herself to the wall, not wanting to know what would happen if it were to get too close. When the orc was close enough, Aliyana saw that the orc had a milky film over one eye. It was half blind and the other eye didn't look so good as well. It crouched and looked at her in her eyes "Hmmmm...little whiteskin. You with power, yess. Great power..."
"What??"
The Orc didn't answer her question " Yess. She is waiting for whiteskin," Aliyana was even more confused by this "Whom do you speak of?" The orc recoiled a bit "Little whiteskin doesn't know of her? How could human not know of the–" the orc turned round as if to hear something "Must hurry now! Ôlûren flees from the Uruk-Hai warriors," The orc known as Ôlûren again scurried off into the darkness of the shadows. Aliyana was left dazed and confused.
What did he mean of "her"? She was most likely their leader, an ugly orcish queen that responded in the tongue of Mordor, in short loud barks.
As Ôlûren had said, ten great, corpulent Uruk-Hai marched over to her. Fingal accompanied them. He looked down on her with no amusement and it was hard to discern his expression, but it was clearly hatred. "Come. We are to go to Nurn," Aliyana was confused
"But I thought..." The knotted gag was stuffed back into her mouth painfully. She gave out a muffled cry of aggravation and fear as an Uruk- Hai hefted her over one shoulder, locking her knees behind both arms. // Aragorn! Fionn! Where are you?!// she internally cried.
A rough wind picked up, blowing dust and debris into her eyes, making it harder for her to breathe. She wanted to scream against everything that she was being held by. She felt a searing pressure build up in her mind and wished that it would go away. Anger and fear build up into her mind. How was she to escape and get back to her friends. If there was only a way. The orcs picked up their speed as they ran and Fionn rode off on a white stallion towards their destination. Tears fell from her eyes as she knew that there would be no way to escape this fate. Aliyana had already been doomed to this. She felt like she wanted to scream at everything, the orcs' torture getting to her already...
//Aragorn!!!//
AN: Man, am I mean to my characters or what? Well, hope that you liked it so far...next chapter will be of Aragorn and Fionn (I won't give the rest aaaawwwwwaaaaayyyyy!) Dude! This is my shortest AN!!