The morning air was cool after the past stormy day. The Gamgee's and Took
traveled behind the horse of Eldarion. Their ponies would sometimes try to
race each other but to the young hobbit's always stopped them. The day
before they had all packed and got their things as their fathers told them
of their journey. They were all excited of the aspect of going on an
adventure like their fathers before them and even more excited that a
prince would lead them. But now the excitement was far from them. None had
thought that they would be leaving so soon in the morning and all of them
were still half-asleep.
By mid-morning all five were awake and talking about their journey. Sometimes Eldarion would even add something in. Judging by there pace which was faster then would normally be traveled they would reach Rivendell by noon of the next day.
Eldarion halted the group an hour later to give them a break. The hobbits and the prince decided to rest in a clearing of elms where a stream trickled but a yard away.
'So Eldarion, how old are you,' Pippin asked.
'Fifteen. And you.'
'Forty.'
'I'm forty-two,' said Merry.
'I'm thirty-seven,' said Ham.
'And I'm thirty-three,' Bilbo chimed in.
Eldarion had guessed the hobbits were older then him but he never guessed that they were as old as his dad was. 'What about you Faramir?' Eldarion questioned.
'Me? I'm thirty-nine.'
The orc crawled along the ground. He had to find where the fallen ring got to he looked through. The branches of a tree he was in and looked around. About fifty yards away he spotted a group of six travelers resting. The tallest of them, a man by the looks of it stood and stretched. A glint shot from his finger and immediately the Orc knew where his ring had gone. He leapt from the tree and landed on his feet. He knew of an Orc nest near and would get them to attack the group. He would get the third of his rings back.
The Fellowship's break went on as it had before occasionally having the hobbits snacking. Eldarion was starting to like these small people. Pippin stood and stretched out his arms.
A second loud whistle issued itself from the outside trees. A black arrow flew forward being carried by the wind towards Eldarion. Pippin jumped infront of Eldarion the arrow slamming into his chest, knocking him down to the ground.
'Black arrow means Orc,' Eladarion muttered under his breath, 'ORCS!'
Ham stood up and ran for the short sword he had been giving by Eldarion. Orcs poured out from the surrounding trees swords ready. Merry drew sword and ran to the tree line. An orc swung at him just to get Sting slammed through it's gut. He ripped the blade out and then hewed the things head off.
Ham's blade struck down into the dirt as the orc he was fighting jumped away from his slash. Another came around and grabbed him by the wrists. Eldarion came around with a longer blade and hewed the orc who had Ham, in half. Ham tossed his sword nailing it into the orc who had escaped his first attack.
Eldarion killed one looming over Pippin, before two more attacked him. He slammed his blade into it's chest before throwing it by swinging his sword. The orc flew back and smashed into a branch of one of the elm trees.
Bilbo was having his own problems as two orcs grabbed him by the arms and dragged him into the woods. Eldarion ran forward and killed ten of the orcs surrounding the hole where Bilbo was taken. Once the orcs saw that Bilbo was captured they ran into the woods. Eldarion slammed his sword into his scabbard. He then ran over to Pippin and snapped the arrow in half, leaving the head stillentact. He bent down and listened for breathing. Nothing.
By mid-morning all five were awake and talking about their journey. Sometimes Eldarion would even add something in. Judging by there pace which was faster then would normally be traveled they would reach Rivendell by noon of the next day.
Eldarion halted the group an hour later to give them a break. The hobbits and the prince decided to rest in a clearing of elms where a stream trickled but a yard away.
'So Eldarion, how old are you,' Pippin asked.
'Fifteen. And you.'
'Forty.'
'I'm forty-two,' said Merry.
'I'm thirty-seven,' said Ham.
'And I'm thirty-three,' Bilbo chimed in.
Eldarion had guessed the hobbits were older then him but he never guessed that they were as old as his dad was. 'What about you Faramir?' Eldarion questioned.
'Me? I'm thirty-nine.'
The orc crawled along the ground. He had to find where the fallen ring got to he looked through. The branches of a tree he was in and looked around. About fifty yards away he spotted a group of six travelers resting. The tallest of them, a man by the looks of it stood and stretched. A glint shot from his finger and immediately the Orc knew where his ring had gone. He leapt from the tree and landed on his feet. He knew of an Orc nest near and would get them to attack the group. He would get the third of his rings back.
The Fellowship's break went on as it had before occasionally having the hobbits snacking. Eldarion was starting to like these small people. Pippin stood and stretched out his arms.
A second loud whistle issued itself from the outside trees. A black arrow flew forward being carried by the wind towards Eldarion. Pippin jumped infront of Eldarion the arrow slamming into his chest, knocking him down to the ground.
'Black arrow means Orc,' Eladarion muttered under his breath, 'ORCS!'
Ham stood up and ran for the short sword he had been giving by Eldarion. Orcs poured out from the surrounding trees swords ready. Merry drew sword and ran to the tree line. An orc swung at him just to get Sting slammed through it's gut. He ripped the blade out and then hewed the things head off.
Ham's blade struck down into the dirt as the orc he was fighting jumped away from his slash. Another came around and grabbed him by the wrists. Eldarion came around with a longer blade and hewed the orc who had Ham, in half. Ham tossed his sword nailing it into the orc who had escaped his first attack.
Eldarion killed one looming over Pippin, before two more attacked him. He slammed his blade into it's chest before throwing it by swinging his sword. The orc flew back and smashed into a branch of one of the elm trees.
Bilbo was having his own problems as two orcs grabbed him by the arms and dragged him into the woods. Eldarion ran forward and killed ten of the orcs surrounding the hole where Bilbo was taken. Once the orcs saw that Bilbo was captured they ran into the woods. Eldarion slammed his sword into his scabbard. He then ran over to Pippin and snapped the arrow in half, leaving the head stillentact. He bent down and listened for breathing. Nothing.