The journey continues! Hello Middle-earth!
Chapter Three
Aragorn watched as about fifty of his best men road out of Minas Tirith and made there way to the border's of Mordor. The ring had been destroyed years ago and for a few peaceful years the remaining orc's hid deep in the mountains and did not bother anyone. At first not many took note of the few orc's that were caught roaming the forest's. But after entire villages and small town's were found in ruin's it was quickly decided by the King's of Gondor and Rohan to hunt the orc's that remained behind and find out why they were being so bold.
Gandalf had not been seen since the ring's destruction and the fellowship's ending, but recently he appeared in Gondor and any who knew Gandalf knew that something was very wrong if he were needed.
"I cannot see what lies hidden in the dark land's." The white wizard said quietly as he gazed at the mountains that held a barrier between the foul land and Gondor. "A shield has been raised against my mind, and that can mean that only one with the power of an Istari could do so." Aragorn turned from the tower window, his face a mask of intent worry and confusion.
"Saruman?" He asked the question knowing it was impossible and was reassured by Gandalf's chuckle and shake of the head.
"Saruman is no longer a problem to middle-earth. The hobbit's could tell you that." He said as Aragorn frowned and looked to the dark mountains, seeing a storm on the other side.
"Then who could be leading them, an orc? Maybe a few Uruk-Hai survived." Gandalf shook his head and thudded his staff against the ground in frustration as he paced. He had covered every possible angle. It could not be an istari, nor could it be anyone from these lands. There were no sorcerer's in these part's that held the power to control that many orc's...Suddenly he stopped and looked to the east, his eyes unfocused and his mind seemed to leave him for a moment.
"Gandalf?" Aragorn said as he lay a hand on the wizard's shoulder. He turned to the king and his eyes were lit as though a veil had been lifted from his eyes. "What is it?" The wizard didn't answer simply began to rush down the stairs from the tower.
After he'd reached the lower level of the palace and ignored an impatient Aragorn the whole way he turned.
"I go to Mirkwood." He said, as if that alone answered his question. "Keep on gaurd and send word to Eomer that I may need his help as well as yours. I shall speak to both Celeborn and Thranduil and then I will return here." Soon he was rushing from the great castle toward the great city gates of Minas Tirith to Shadowfax who grazed beyond the city walls. Aragorn watched him with a confused yet amused face as the wizard left without giving him a single shred of information.
The journey seemed unusually short. Elora had never gone deep into the western land's, but knew that were vast and that none had crossed them since the old race thousands of years ago. It was said that they all perished on the way to the western paradise they tried to reach. Since then the empty, harsh lands have been void of all life save the strongest and most vicious of creatures.
Yet, as she soared over the tree's and plains that passed beneath her she couldn't help but notice how beautiful it was from the air. Maybe feirce predators hunted under the thick canopy of leaves but it seemed serene and untouched, the perfect picture of nature.
"Look!" Morgan let go of a handful of feathers just long enough to point at the horizon. Just beyond some dark clouds a pillar of white could be made out. The castle it was attached to must've been enormous but all they could see of it was that tallest tower. It disappeared as did the huge valley they had flown over and soon they were looking down at a dark green, thick forest.
They soon realized they were dropping ever so slightly and the tree's were getting closer and closer. The bird began to turn his body by tilting one wing up and they took a slow easy dive to the right decending sharply yet gentle enough to keep his riders. He continued to do this until they were directly over the tree tops and then he flapped his great wings as he eased to the forest floor, the brush rustleing at the wind he made. When he was standing solidly he tilted his head down and drew out his wing.
They stepped off the Eagle Lord carefully and watched as he straightened his back and made a very distinct bow to them. Elora bowed and smiled at him, Morgan bowed as well but didn't really see the reason behind it. Before they could react he was gone in a few quick stroke's in the air and they were left, stunned on the ground of the strange new forest.
"I never knew anything like him existed." Elora said as she looked to the sky, her eyes searching for Gwaihir. "I only wish he could've said where we were. Or where we could find this Gandalf person." She said as she streched her back muscles.
Morgan tossed her bag to the ground and did the same, looseneing his bunched up muscles from the long ride. When he began to look around him he heard a small voice yell and froze. Looking around him he saw nobody.
"Did you hear that?" He said as Elora turned to him and frowned.
"Hear what?" She asked as he listened once more then shrugged.
"Nothing." He said, exhausted and tired and most likely delusional. But then he heard it again.
"Move your leg!" He jerked and looked down at the bag he had dropped and out rolled two little men about the size of a small mouse.
"Look what you've done!" The one on the left said as he held up a broken spear and shook his fuzzy head.
"It wasn't my fault if you would have moved your leg I wouldn't have tripped!" He shouted back as the other threw the spear down. Morgan raised an eyebrow and turned to Elora.
"It seem's a few of Cherlindrea's followers found their way into your saddlebag." He said as Elora walked to him and followed his gaze. Her eyes lit up and she laughed.
"Brownies!" She said as she shook her head. "They must've stowed away." She said as the smaller of the two tiny men turned to her.
"Show some respect! I am Rool, I saved your life many times when you were an infant. Cherlindrea sent me to make sure you don't screw up!" He said as the other put his hands on his hips.
"No, no, no." He stepped forward. "I am Fran Jean and I am the one who saved your life, he just tagged along!"
"We let him think this he is delusional." Rool said as he rolled his eyes. Fran Jean took a swing at him but the shorter browny had taken a step forward and continued to speak and he ended up loosing his balance and falling. "So where are we?" Elora had to crouch down to their level to speak.
"We are very far from home, I'm not sure where. It may have been a bad idea for you two to catch a ride. What if we lose you? How will you get home?" She chided with a grin.
"Oh don't worry we'll just find a smaller bird." He said waving his hand as if not worried in the slightest.
"Well, I guess we should find this Gandalf person and be on our way." Morgan said as he rested his hand on his sword as he scanned the forest around them. "Which way do you think?" He asked as she stood up, Rool and Fran Jean peaking out from her bag that was slung over her shoulder.
"I don't know." She replied, looking around as he did. "I kind of figured he'd just...be here." She said as Morgan sighed.
"Well we don't have much water, I saw a river overhead maybe a mile due north." He said as he started in that direction. "We should reach it before nightfall." He said as she nodded and walked after him.
I know my chapter's are short but hopefully they'll get longer after chapter six or so.
Chapter Three
Aragorn watched as about fifty of his best men road out of Minas Tirith and made there way to the border's of Mordor. The ring had been destroyed years ago and for a few peaceful years the remaining orc's hid deep in the mountains and did not bother anyone. At first not many took note of the few orc's that were caught roaming the forest's. But after entire villages and small town's were found in ruin's it was quickly decided by the King's of Gondor and Rohan to hunt the orc's that remained behind and find out why they were being so bold.
Gandalf had not been seen since the ring's destruction and the fellowship's ending, but recently he appeared in Gondor and any who knew Gandalf knew that something was very wrong if he were needed.
"I cannot see what lies hidden in the dark land's." The white wizard said quietly as he gazed at the mountains that held a barrier between the foul land and Gondor. "A shield has been raised against my mind, and that can mean that only one with the power of an Istari could do so." Aragorn turned from the tower window, his face a mask of intent worry and confusion.
"Saruman?" He asked the question knowing it was impossible and was reassured by Gandalf's chuckle and shake of the head.
"Saruman is no longer a problem to middle-earth. The hobbit's could tell you that." He said as Aragorn frowned and looked to the dark mountains, seeing a storm on the other side.
"Then who could be leading them, an orc? Maybe a few Uruk-Hai survived." Gandalf shook his head and thudded his staff against the ground in frustration as he paced. He had covered every possible angle. It could not be an istari, nor could it be anyone from these lands. There were no sorcerer's in these part's that held the power to control that many orc's...Suddenly he stopped and looked to the east, his eyes unfocused and his mind seemed to leave him for a moment.
"Gandalf?" Aragorn said as he lay a hand on the wizard's shoulder. He turned to the king and his eyes were lit as though a veil had been lifted from his eyes. "What is it?" The wizard didn't answer simply began to rush down the stairs from the tower.
After he'd reached the lower level of the palace and ignored an impatient Aragorn the whole way he turned.
"I go to Mirkwood." He said, as if that alone answered his question. "Keep on gaurd and send word to Eomer that I may need his help as well as yours. I shall speak to both Celeborn and Thranduil and then I will return here." Soon he was rushing from the great castle toward the great city gates of Minas Tirith to Shadowfax who grazed beyond the city walls. Aragorn watched him with a confused yet amused face as the wizard left without giving him a single shred of information.
The journey seemed unusually short. Elora had never gone deep into the western land's, but knew that were vast and that none had crossed them since the old race thousands of years ago. It was said that they all perished on the way to the western paradise they tried to reach. Since then the empty, harsh lands have been void of all life save the strongest and most vicious of creatures.
Yet, as she soared over the tree's and plains that passed beneath her she couldn't help but notice how beautiful it was from the air. Maybe feirce predators hunted under the thick canopy of leaves but it seemed serene and untouched, the perfect picture of nature.
"Look!" Morgan let go of a handful of feathers just long enough to point at the horizon. Just beyond some dark clouds a pillar of white could be made out. The castle it was attached to must've been enormous but all they could see of it was that tallest tower. It disappeared as did the huge valley they had flown over and soon they were looking down at a dark green, thick forest.
They soon realized they were dropping ever so slightly and the tree's were getting closer and closer. The bird began to turn his body by tilting one wing up and they took a slow easy dive to the right decending sharply yet gentle enough to keep his riders. He continued to do this until they were directly over the tree tops and then he flapped his great wings as he eased to the forest floor, the brush rustleing at the wind he made. When he was standing solidly he tilted his head down and drew out his wing.
They stepped off the Eagle Lord carefully and watched as he straightened his back and made a very distinct bow to them. Elora bowed and smiled at him, Morgan bowed as well but didn't really see the reason behind it. Before they could react he was gone in a few quick stroke's in the air and they were left, stunned on the ground of the strange new forest.
"I never knew anything like him existed." Elora said as she looked to the sky, her eyes searching for Gwaihir. "I only wish he could've said where we were. Or where we could find this Gandalf person." She said as she streched her back muscles.
Morgan tossed her bag to the ground and did the same, looseneing his bunched up muscles from the long ride. When he began to look around him he heard a small voice yell and froze. Looking around him he saw nobody.
"Did you hear that?" He said as Elora turned to him and frowned.
"Hear what?" She asked as he listened once more then shrugged.
"Nothing." He said, exhausted and tired and most likely delusional. But then he heard it again.
"Move your leg!" He jerked and looked down at the bag he had dropped and out rolled two little men about the size of a small mouse.
"Look what you've done!" The one on the left said as he held up a broken spear and shook his fuzzy head.
"It wasn't my fault if you would have moved your leg I wouldn't have tripped!" He shouted back as the other threw the spear down. Morgan raised an eyebrow and turned to Elora.
"It seem's a few of Cherlindrea's followers found their way into your saddlebag." He said as Elora walked to him and followed his gaze. Her eyes lit up and she laughed.
"Brownies!" She said as she shook her head. "They must've stowed away." She said as the smaller of the two tiny men turned to her.
"Show some respect! I am Rool, I saved your life many times when you were an infant. Cherlindrea sent me to make sure you don't screw up!" He said as the other put his hands on his hips.
"No, no, no." He stepped forward. "I am Fran Jean and I am the one who saved your life, he just tagged along!"
"We let him think this he is delusional." Rool said as he rolled his eyes. Fran Jean took a swing at him but the shorter browny had taken a step forward and continued to speak and he ended up loosing his balance and falling. "So where are we?" Elora had to crouch down to their level to speak.
"We are very far from home, I'm not sure where. It may have been a bad idea for you two to catch a ride. What if we lose you? How will you get home?" She chided with a grin.
"Oh don't worry we'll just find a smaller bird." He said waving his hand as if not worried in the slightest.
"Well, I guess we should find this Gandalf person and be on our way." Morgan said as he rested his hand on his sword as he scanned the forest around them. "Which way do you think?" He asked as she stood up, Rool and Fran Jean peaking out from her bag that was slung over her shoulder.
"I don't know." She replied, looking around as he did. "I kind of figured he'd just...be here." She said as Morgan sighed.
"Well we don't have much water, I saw a river overhead maybe a mile due north." He said as he started in that direction. "We should reach it before nightfall." He said as she nodded and walked after him.
I know my chapter's are short but hopefully they'll get longer after chapter six or so.