The next chapter! Thanks for your reviews guys! It keeps me writing!
This chapter is just a short in between… except it might be the end of the story
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Isengard was destroyed, the fortress that was built to rival Barad dûr had been stormed by a power it had underestimated. Destruction and chaos surrounded the black obsidian tower who still stood, like a warning for later generations.
"You can humiliate the forest, burn its trees and destroy its flowers, but never forget that there were forests on this world long before any other living being and they will still be here when we all are gone."
Gandalf's words sent shivers down Legolas spine, the same shivers he felt whenever he looked at the black tower. Saruman was still in there and even if his fortress had been destroyed, his power was not. Sudden laughter brought the elf back into reality and he recognized the two small figures that stood next to the door.
"Merry, Pippin!" The hobbits turned and ran over to him and Aragorn to greet them and invite them for 'dinner' in the still intact wardhouse. Once in there, everybody began to talk at once until Gimli growled and told the excited hobbits to stop and start over again at the point they had been taken by the orcs.
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Far away from Isengard in the peaceful valley that was his kingdom, Elrond stood on a balcony looking south towards the growing darkness and shadows. Mordor was raising and he feared for those he had sent in this land.
Nine companions had been sent to Mordor to destroy the darkness.
And one guardian to ensure the fellowship would not break before Lorien.
It was broken now, split into two groups each one having its mission.
If they failed, middle-earth would be doomed forever.
Elrond looked at the ring he was wearing and shivered.
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"It is time to meet Saruman."
Together with Theoden, Aragorn and Legolas, Gandalf rode towards the black tower to confront the man that had once been his leader. Somehow the wizard still hoped that not everything was lost, that Saruman could find the right path again, but he was proven wrong.
The confrontation was a short one, filled with hate from Saruman's side, but it was obvious that the once mighty wizard had lost most of his power. But not all and they were about to find this as they turned away from the tower.
"I have a gift for you, Prince of Mirkwood." The voice of the dark wizard seemed to be magnicified thousands of times.
And while they all turned towards the black tower again an image began to form itself in the air. First there was only white, then slowly the grey stones could be seen and in front of their eyes a mountainous landscape appeared. Illuminated by moonlight the place was one of great beauty and peace.
Legolas frowned, why would Saruman show him such an image?
As if he had read the prince's mind, Saruman smiled an evil grin.
" I thought you might be interested to see your love's grave."
And the elf felt that his heart, which he had expected to be dead, shattered in pieces.
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The end??? Maybe, wait and see…
This chapter is just a short in between… except it might be the end of the story
----
Isengard was destroyed, the fortress that was built to rival Barad dûr had been stormed by a power it had underestimated. Destruction and chaos surrounded the black obsidian tower who still stood, like a warning for later generations.
"You can humiliate the forest, burn its trees and destroy its flowers, but never forget that there were forests on this world long before any other living being and they will still be here when we all are gone."
Gandalf's words sent shivers down Legolas spine, the same shivers he felt whenever he looked at the black tower. Saruman was still in there and even if his fortress had been destroyed, his power was not. Sudden laughter brought the elf back into reality and he recognized the two small figures that stood next to the door.
"Merry, Pippin!" The hobbits turned and ran over to him and Aragorn to greet them and invite them for 'dinner' in the still intact wardhouse. Once in there, everybody began to talk at once until Gimli growled and told the excited hobbits to stop and start over again at the point they had been taken by the orcs.
----
Far away from Isengard in the peaceful valley that was his kingdom, Elrond stood on a balcony looking south towards the growing darkness and shadows. Mordor was raising and he feared for those he had sent in this land.
Nine companions had been sent to Mordor to destroy the darkness.
And one guardian to ensure the fellowship would not break before Lorien.
It was broken now, split into two groups each one having its mission.
If they failed, middle-earth would be doomed forever.
Elrond looked at the ring he was wearing and shivered.
----------
"It is time to meet Saruman."
Together with Theoden, Aragorn and Legolas, Gandalf rode towards the black tower to confront the man that had once been his leader. Somehow the wizard still hoped that not everything was lost, that Saruman could find the right path again, but he was proven wrong.
The confrontation was a short one, filled with hate from Saruman's side, but it was obvious that the once mighty wizard had lost most of his power. But not all and they were about to find this as they turned away from the tower.
"I have a gift for you, Prince of Mirkwood." The voice of the dark wizard seemed to be magnicified thousands of times.
And while they all turned towards the black tower again an image began to form itself in the air. First there was only white, then slowly the grey stones could be seen and in front of their eyes a mountainous landscape appeared. Illuminated by moonlight the place was one of great beauty and peace.
Legolas frowned, why would Saruman show him such an image?
As if he had read the prince's mind, Saruman smiled an evil grin.
" I thought you might be interested to see your love's grave."
And the elf felt that his heart, which he had expected to be dead, shattered in pieces.
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The end??? Maybe, wait and see…