From the Author of "Captured by Orcs" comes the new story of; Me W/ Riders O' Rohan day one- hmmm hom, sitting in Edoas doin' nothin' but stare at the same four golden walls- they're pretty walls, but that's not the point- so ne ways am to sotally bored and am contemplating using Worm Tongue as a soccer ball *grin* though i don't really think that he'll roll too good. mayhap i could use one o' the gards, some of 'em are getting positivley fat! Day 2- ding-dong Wormtoung's dead! Not really dead but close enough for my purposes. Yippie! And Theoden's summoned a call to arms!!! Of course, being the little girl-child i am, i'll have t' use magic to be tall and to disguise me self in funky chain mail and a helmet, mayhap i'll put many pics. on it like the goalies do in hockey. Day 3- Nope, no funky helmets. L. Yes well whatever. Am on am big people horse. I like big people horses. This mare's name is Kerralee. I have no idea why she's called Kerralee, I'll ask later. Hmm hom. Wish I had some Ent draught right 'bout now, that stuff tastes yummy. Yummy, yummy, yummy I've got ent draught in me tummy and I'm growing, growing, growing away! Hey! Yes well. Hmmmmm, Vicky's traveling tunes! ( to the tune of the wheels on the bus)The hooves o' the horsey go clip, clip clop! Clip, clip, clop! Clip, clip, clop! The hooves o' the horsey go clip, clip, clop, all the way to battle! The armor o' the armor dudes goes jingle, jingle, jangle! Jingle, jingle jangle! Jingle, jingle jangle! The armor o' the armor dudes goes jingle, jingle, jangle, all the way to battle! Hmmmm, The spears o' the big people flash in the sun! flash in the sun! flash in the sun! the spears o' the big people flash in the sun, all the way to battle! The grumbling of the dwarf goes mumble, mutter, mumble! Mumble, mutter, mumble! Mumble, mutter mumble! The grumbling o' the dwarf goes mumble mutter mumble, all the way to battle. The singing o' me voice goes la, la, la! La, la, la! La, la, la! The singing o' me voice goes la, la, la, all the way to battle! The hands o' other riders inch toward my throat! Inch towards my throat! Inch towards my throat! The hands o' other riders inch towards my throat, all be cause o' my singing! I'll shut up now. Day 4- well am now sitting on the wall of Helm's Deep, trying to catch me breath. Boy! Am bored. Only one attack. Had to cut down many ladders. Damned orcs. Like slugs they are. Climbing up walls. Yes well. I prefer this Fighting in the middle o' the night to during the day. In the day the sun blinds ya with the glare on the metal o' the swords shield etc.. @ night the moon don't glare and I'm more alert. uhoh, fighting. G2g. -later Now that was fun. After significant blood loss on my part and a little (big) fall off the wall and a little (lot) of running to get past the gates before they closed, I finally get to sit down and relax a bit before the next battle. Funn, funn! *groan * Am in dire need of Gatorade or Powerade whichever's handy. Yes well now ho now. Evil orcs. Don't like orcs. Day 5- okay then. Am v. sleepy after that, umm, ugliness last night am I must say- damn me fingers hurt!!! Blisters from the sword. So ne ways apart from that and the fatigue I'm lucky. Hama's dead. Lots more people dead. Tons o' peeps hurt. *sigh * yes well am on me way to Isengard w/ remaining peeps. *yawn * gonna get some sleep. ZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZ