Pippin and Bilbo walked away from the gates heading towards a hallway
opposite the Eldarion had gone. The halls were strangly lit by a mysterious
orange presence. The hall opened up into a large cavern filled with all
types of venders some dwarf some elf. 'The dwarves here probably turned
over a new leaf when Gimli – I mean Lord Gimli -- came back from his
journey befriended by Legolas,' Pippin noted as they looked the venders
over.
'Maybe, or maybe now they just aren't as hostile toward the elves.'
'Could be,' Pippin muttered back, as he eyed a pair of dragon-hide gloves. The dealer who made the gloves tossed a longwinded sales pitch at the passing hobbit, noticing the halflings fascination with it. 'These gloves were made from the dragon Smaug, killed by the mighty King of Dale years ago. They will last you for years,' the dwarf babbled, 'Last for many generations.'
A few carts away two dwarves walked close to the dealer eyeing a ax. The dealer offered his sales pitch before handing the ax over to the dwarf to handle. Seconds later that same ax tumbled into the dealers forehead splitting it in half. The second dwarf ripped the ax out of the head of the dealer – an elf— and stole another ax from the cart throwing it over to the first. The two took off down the cavern.
Pippin grabbed Bilbo by the cloak and began to drag him along after the two murdering thieves. Sting shot from it's sheath as the two hobbits neared the two dwarves. They didn't even notice that they were being followed until the first crumpled to the ground, an arrow in his chest. At that point the other turned and ran directly into Bilbo who skewered him with the orc blade.
The bow the arrow had been shot from had another knocked onto the string. An elf was holding the bow and beside him stood two other elves. Infront of the group stood a female dwarf fiery hair flowing from her head. A golden ax in her hands. 'I'm Lerin Chief of Security her in Moria. My father will want to talk to you …'
'Pippin.'
The Orc stood infront of a fleet of others. The Chieftains stood behind him dressed in feathers and other battle adornments. The group was still in Rivendell and with enough force he would be able to destroy them and take the Ring. The elves did have ways to protect themselves they still may not be able to withstand a full frontal attack by an army of orcs. Not many can withstand attacks from orcs.
The Orc stood up among the horde and called out, 'Goblins! Our former master the Dark Lord brought us to our pinacle. At this pinacle we were feared by most every creature. No man did not quiver at the mention of orc. Then Saruman brought forth new hybrids to help aid in the fights. But alas the Dark Lord was destroyed and also orcs fell from their peak. I will bring us back to that pinacle! And those who resist will be destroyed.'
Growls returned from the short speech. And when the cheiftains began to hoot those growls turned to roars. Rivendell would fall.
A/N. OK I used your idea Booknook, she'll end up joining the company. Anybody who reads this far into the story I would appreciate that you will review. Umm, constructive criticsim welcome, flames will be extinguished, and ideas for further chapters will be greatly appreciated.
'Maybe, or maybe now they just aren't as hostile toward the elves.'
'Could be,' Pippin muttered back, as he eyed a pair of dragon-hide gloves. The dealer who made the gloves tossed a longwinded sales pitch at the passing hobbit, noticing the halflings fascination with it. 'These gloves were made from the dragon Smaug, killed by the mighty King of Dale years ago. They will last you for years,' the dwarf babbled, 'Last for many generations.'
A few carts away two dwarves walked close to the dealer eyeing a ax. The dealer offered his sales pitch before handing the ax over to the dwarf to handle. Seconds later that same ax tumbled into the dealers forehead splitting it in half. The second dwarf ripped the ax out of the head of the dealer – an elf— and stole another ax from the cart throwing it over to the first. The two took off down the cavern.
Pippin grabbed Bilbo by the cloak and began to drag him along after the two murdering thieves. Sting shot from it's sheath as the two hobbits neared the two dwarves. They didn't even notice that they were being followed until the first crumpled to the ground, an arrow in his chest. At that point the other turned and ran directly into Bilbo who skewered him with the orc blade.
The bow the arrow had been shot from had another knocked onto the string. An elf was holding the bow and beside him stood two other elves. Infront of the group stood a female dwarf fiery hair flowing from her head. A golden ax in her hands. 'I'm Lerin Chief of Security her in Moria. My father will want to talk to you …'
'Pippin.'
The Orc stood infront of a fleet of others. The Chieftains stood behind him dressed in feathers and other battle adornments. The group was still in Rivendell and with enough force he would be able to destroy them and take the Ring. The elves did have ways to protect themselves they still may not be able to withstand a full frontal attack by an army of orcs. Not many can withstand attacks from orcs.
The Orc stood up among the horde and called out, 'Goblins! Our former master the Dark Lord brought us to our pinacle. At this pinacle we were feared by most every creature. No man did not quiver at the mention of orc. Then Saruman brought forth new hybrids to help aid in the fights. But alas the Dark Lord was destroyed and also orcs fell from their peak. I will bring us back to that pinacle! And those who resist will be destroyed.'
Growls returned from the short speech. And when the cheiftains began to hoot those growls turned to roars. Rivendell would fall.
A/N. OK I used your idea Booknook, she'll end up joining the company. Anybody who reads this far into the story I would appreciate that you will review. Umm, constructive criticsim welcome, flames will be extinguished, and ideas for further chapters will be greatly appreciated.