Hey there! I hope you like this, it's my first attempt at a LotR fic so
please, be brutal!
R/R - I need your thoughts, your criticism, your flames! Roast me over a slow burning fire, I don't care, just review me PLEASE!
Anyway, usual rigmarole - that which you recognise does not belong to me, and that which you don't does. If you want it, you have to ask nicely. All together now - ALL HAIL TO THE MASTER OF MODERN FANTASY LITERATURE, MR J.R.R.TOLKIEN!
Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin . . .
*~*~*
Unusual Heritage
Blinking in the spring sunshine, she rolled over and yawned, stretching. Glancing at her clock, Ann groaned, seeing the digits bearing the legend 7:06 A.M. She snuggled down into the covers, trying to recapture the drowsiness that led to sleep. Vaguely she heard the doorbell ring, and her father running downstairs, grumbling about inconsiderate paperboys.
He opened the door, and a shout of absolute terror made Ann sit bolt upright. She shot out of bed, and out of her door, peering over the banister with her mother. What they saw made them gasp in horror. Her father lay in a pool of blood, a blade protruding from his chest.
Standing over him were two grotesque creatures, dripping with sweat. Their skin was a dark greenish black, gnarled and tough. They stood well over seven foot tall, dressed in leather armour, and carrying wicked looking swords, one of which was still stuck in her father's chest. Ann's mother pushed her back into her bedroom, her eyes strangely calm and luminescent, with an injunction to get out if she could.
'Whatever happens, Ann, don't let the orcs find you.'
Ann heard her run down the stairs and the dull crack as the orcs broke her neck. Ann felt sick. Her head swam with nauseating dizziness, as she comprehended the murder of her family. Straining her ears, she heard footsteps on the stairs, and a harsh voice say,
'Find the girl.'
Ann stumbled over to the window, looking out. There were more of the orcs outside, watching the house. She spun around, hearing someone outside her door. Looking around wildly, she dove under her bed, knowing it was only a matter of time before she was found. Stifling the sobs that rose in her throat, she watched in terror as the door opened. The orc stepped in, looking around with interest. His sword dripped blood onto the floor, filling the room with a nauseating smell. Ann tried hard not to breathe, her green eyes wide with fear.
The orc knelt, and looked at her, grinning maliciously. It stood and snaked a hand under the bed, grasping a handful of her black hair and dragging her bodily out of the room, down the stairs. It joined the others, where she was bound with rough cords, picked up and slung over a shoulder. Ann tried hard not to look at the bodies slumped on the floor. Tears stung her eyes, as the orcs ran down the road, growling and slashing at anyone who tried to stop them.
In the distance, she could hear sirens, but knew they were already too late. The orcs leapt off the bridge as they crossed it, disappearing in mid- air, taking Ann with them.
*~*~*
Ann swallowed the sobs that threatened to break from her. It had been days since her abduction from her home and the murder of her parents. The orcs had been slowly tightening the cords that bound her until they cut into her white skin, enjoying her gasps of pain.
She was frozen, being dressed only in her pyjamas, and her feet were cut and bruised from having to walk barefoot over rocks and bracken. Her hair was matted, and she hadn't washed or bathed in days. The orcs took pleasure in her discomfort, knowing that, as long as she was alive when they reached their destination, they wouldn't be punished. She had tried pleading with them to let her go, but they had just laughed in her face, breathing their foul stench over her.
Since they had entered the woods, they would brook no noise, and any sound was rewarded with a kick or a punch. Ann had noticed, too, certain changes happening to her body as they traversed the forest. She had become slimmer, more toned, her hair and nails longer and neater. Something was happening to her ears as well, though she didn't know what, since she couldn't see or touch them. Her spots had gone completely, leaving her with flawless white skin, save for the bruises inflicted by the orcs.
Her thoughts stopped dead in their tracks as an arrow whistled out of the trees, hitting the leader full in the forehead. He fell, and the orcs howled in fury, forming a circle around their captive, dumped unceremoniously on the wet ground. More arrows flew at them from every direction, causing orcs to fall dead around her. Their attackers stepped out into the sunlight. All Ann could see were silvery green boots, which moved fast as they dodged the blows of the orcs. Finally, the last orc fell, crying out in some grotesque language of it's own.
Ann looked up into the concerned faces of several elves, all of whom had blonde hair and carried bows. The nearest knelt beside her, cutting her bonds and pulling her upright. She gazed into his grey eyes, and sobbed in terror, finally feeling safe. He swept her up into his arms, cradling her against him. They took her into the trees, the opposite direction to the one the orcs had been heading. As they walked, Ann felt herself falling asleep, protected by people she had never even met before. As the darkness consumed her, she was struck by how beautiful the woods had become, now that she was safe.
R/R - I need your thoughts, your criticism, your flames! Roast me over a slow burning fire, I don't care, just review me PLEASE!
Anyway, usual rigmarole - that which you recognise does not belong to me, and that which you don't does. If you want it, you have to ask nicely. All together now - ALL HAIL TO THE MASTER OF MODERN FANTASY LITERATURE, MR J.R.R.TOLKIEN!
Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin . . .
*~*~*
Unusual Heritage
Blinking in the spring sunshine, she rolled over and yawned, stretching. Glancing at her clock, Ann groaned, seeing the digits bearing the legend 7:06 A.M. She snuggled down into the covers, trying to recapture the drowsiness that led to sleep. Vaguely she heard the doorbell ring, and her father running downstairs, grumbling about inconsiderate paperboys.
He opened the door, and a shout of absolute terror made Ann sit bolt upright. She shot out of bed, and out of her door, peering over the banister with her mother. What they saw made them gasp in horror. Her father lay in a pool of blood, a blade protruding from his chest.
Standing over him were two grotesque creatures, dripping with sweat. Their skin was a dark greenish black, gnarled and tough. They stood well over seven foot tall, dressed in leather armour, and carrying wicked looking swords, one of which was still stuck in her father's chest. Ann's mother pushed her back into her bedroom, her eyes strangely calm and luminescent, with an injunction to get out if she could.
'Whatever happens, Ann, don't let the orcs find you.'
Ann heard her run down the stairs and the dull crack as the orcs broke her neck. Ann felt sick. Her head swam with nauseating dizziness, as she comprehended the murder of her family. Straining her ears, she heard footsteps on the stairs, and a harsh voice say,
'Find the girl.'
Ann stumbled over to the window, looking out. There were more of the orcs outside, watching the house. She spun around, hearing someone outside her door. Looking around wildly, she dove under her bed, knowing it was only a matter of time before she was found. Stifling the sobs that rose in her throat, she watched in terror as the door opened. The orc stepped in, looking around with interest. His sword dripped blood onto the floor, filling the room with a nauseating smell. Ann tried hard not to breathe, her green eyes wide with fear.
The orc knelt, and looked at her, grinning maliciously. It stood and snaked a hand under the bed, grasping a handful of her black hair and dragging her bodily out of the room, down the stairs. It joined the others, where she was bound with rough cords, picked up and slung over a shoulder. Ann tried hard not to look at the bodies slumped on the floor. Tears stung her eyes, as the orcs ran down the road, growling and slashing at anyone who tried to stop them.
In the distance, she could hear sirens, but knew they were already too late. The orcs leapt off the bridge as they crossed it, disappearing in mid- air, taking Ann with them.
*~*~*
Ann swallowed the sobs that threatened to break from her. It had been days since her abduction from her home and the murder of her parents. The orcs had been slowly tightening the cords that bound her until they cut into her white skin, enjoying her gasps of pain.
She was frozen, being dressed only in her pyjamas, and her feet were cut and bruised from having to walk barefoot over rocks and bracken. Her hair was matted, and she hadn't washed or bathed in days. The orcs took pleasure in her discomfort, knowing that, as long as she was alive when they reached their destination, they wouldn't be punished. She had tried pleading with them to let her go, but they had just laughed in her face, breathing their foul stench over her.
Since they had entered the woods, they would brook no noise, and any sound was rewarded with a kick or a punch. Ann had noticed, too, certain changes happening to her body as they traversed the forest. She had become slimmer, more toned, her hair and nails longer and neater. Something was happening to her ears as well, though she didn't know what, since she couldn't see or touch them. Her spots had gone completely, leaving her with flawless white skin, save for the bruises inflicted by the orcs.
Her thoughts stopped dead in their tracks as an arrow whistled out of the trees, hitting the leader full in the forehead. He fell, and the orcs howled in fury, forming a circle around their captive, dumped unceremoniously on the wet ground. More arrows flew at them from every direction, causing orcs to fall dead around her. Their attackers stepped out into the sunlight. All Ann could see were silvery green boots, which moved fast as they dodged the blows of the orcs. Finally, the last orc fell, crying out in some grotesque language of it's own.
Ann looked up into the concerned faces of several elves, all of whom had blonde hair and carried bows. The nearest knelt beside her, cutting her bonds and pulling her upright. She gazed into his grey eyes, and sobbed in terror, finally feeling safe. He swept her up into his arms, cradling her against him. They took her into the trees, the opposite direction to the one the orcs had been heading. As they walked, Ann felt herself falling asleep, protected by people she had never even met before. As the darkness consumed her, she was struck by how beautiful the woods had become, now that she was safe.