The Amulet of Mirkwood
Prologue: Another Task For the Nine Chosen Ones
First, let me start off my fic by responding to a reviewer:
The Mary Sue Slayer
First of all, I am a new fanfiction author of Lord of the Rings so can you explain what a MS is so I won't write like it. (Sorry if that does not make sense.) Second, sorry about the Pippin issue. When I went to the movie Merry sounded like Perry and...well you get the idea. Third, I hope this prolouge explains some un-answered situations. I also went to the bookstore today and bought all three books and started reading the Fellowship of the Rings.
In all honesty, I am glad you criticized my characters and gave me some information about what they should do. You are, to me, one hell of a good critic and if people can't see that, they're just stupid. (FYI, I'm not trying to suck up to you.)
I'd also, if you have time, like you to continue to review my story. I can't promise everything will be perfect in your view, or anyone's view so sorry in advance.
Thanks again,
Rain Goddess
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Disclaimer: I do not own anything here except Heather and the plot.
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A year after the ring was made...
It was late evening in Mordor. People in small villages were blowing out candles, tucking in children, and falling asleep. However, two people were walking towards the Mountains of Shadow. They were whispering among themselves.
"The task you have requested is now complete," said the first one, his hands clasped behind him.
"You have made the amulet?" the second one asked, looking over to his walking companion. "And no one knows?"
"None, my lord," said the first.
"Do we have a sacrafice?" the second asked.
"I looked far and wide for a sacrafice in Mirkwood, my lord, and found you a sacrafice," the first one said.
"Good, Saruman," said the second. "Now, I will finally take control of Middle Earth and reclaim my ring." He let out a low chuckle and it was soon joined by Saruman.
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A little after the Lord of the Rings....
Gandalf woke up with a start. He yawned and stretched and got up. He walked over to his fire-place and hung a kettle full of water near the fire. He always liked hot tea in the morning.
He sat down at his small, round table and looked down at stacks of paper with literature and illustrations on charms, jewelery, and anything else one might want to read about.
He was looking for something specific, however, something like the ring yet so unlike the ring. He shuffled through numerous amounts of papers, skimming the literature then looking over the illustrations.
After a moment, the kettle screeched and Gandalf went to claim his well-deserved tea. He sat down, once again, placed his tea on the only spot with out papers and slowly rubbed his temples. This was going to take a while...
His eyes reached the bottom of scroll and he skimmed through it quickly. After reading the first line of the last paragraph, he almost coughed up his tea. Alas, he had found what he was looking for: A descrption of the Amulet of Mirkwood.
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She ran. Quickly. Silently. She knew where she was going. Her destination; Ered Mithren or to most the Grey Mountains. He couldn't find her there. No one would. She smiled but it fell. The bruise was on the left side of her face, her right shoulder and her right side on her stomach. It hurt like hell. Stinging. Burning. She fingered her necklace as she ran, one of her many pastimes and finally reached the summit of the mountains. He would never find her there...she had run away from her first love...her family...her friends...but she ran right into her destiny.
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Author's Notes: Hopefully, that helps you The Mary Sue Slayer. Please, everyone, read and review. Give some suggestions please. But flamers, beware, I have a smart mouth. Anyways, all reviewers will be thanked personally in the next chapter. Thank you.
Prologue: Another Task For the Nine Chosen Ones
First, let me start off my fic by responding to a reviewer:
The Mary Sue Slayer
First of all, I am a new fanfiction author of Lord of the Rings so can you explain what a MS is so I won't write like it. (Sorry if that does not make sense.) Second, sorry about the Pippin issue. When I went to the movie Merry sounded like Perry and...well you get the idea. Third, I hope this prolouge explains some un-answered situations. I also went to the bookstore today and bought all three books and started reading the Fellowship of the Rings.
In all honesty, I am glad you criticized my characters and gave me some information about what they should do. You are, to me, one hell of a good critic and if people can't see that, they're just stupid. (FYI, I'm not trying to suck up to you.)
I'd also, if you have time, like you to continue to review my story. I can't promise everything will be perfect in your view, or anyone's view so sorry in advance.
Thanks again,
Rain Goddess
___________________________________________________________
Disclaimer: I do not own anything here except Heather and the plot.
___________________________________________________________
A year after the ring was made...
It was late evening in Mordor. People in small villages were blowing out candles, tucking in children, and falling asleep. However, two people were walking towards the Mountains of Shadow. They were whispering among themselves.
"The task you have requested is now complete," said the first one, his hands clasped behind him.
"You have made the amulet?" the second one asked, looking over to his walking companion. "And no one knows?"
"None, my lord," said the first.
"Do we have a sacrafice?" the second asked.
"I looked far and wide for a sacrafice in Mirkwood, my lord, and found you a sacrafice," the first one said.
"Good, Saruman," said the second. "Now, I will finally take control of Middle Earth and reclaim my ring." He let out a low chuckle and it was soon joined by Saruman.
___________________________________________________________
A little after the Lord of the Rings....
Gandalf woke up with a start. He yawned and stretched and got up. He walked over to his fire-place and hung a kettle full of water near the fire. He always liked hot tea in the morning.
He sat down at his small, round table and looked down at stacks of paper with literature and illustrations on charms, jewelery, and anything else one might want to read about.
He was looking for something specific, however, something like the ring yet so unlike the ring. He shuffled through numerous amounts of papers, skimming the literature then looking over the illustrations.
After a moment, the kettle screeched and Gandalf went to claim his well-deserved tea. He sat down, once again, placed his tea on the only spot with out papers and slowly rubbed his temples. This was going to take a while...
His eyes reached the bottom of scroll and he skimmed through it quickly. After reading the first line of the last paragraph, he almost coughed up his tea. Alas, he had found what he was looking for: A descrption of the Amulet of Mirkwood.
___________________________________________________________
She ran. Quickly. Silently. She knew where she was going. Her destination; Ered Mithren or to most the Grey Mountains. He couldn't find her there. No one would. She smiled but it fell. The bruise was on the left side of her face, her right shoulder and her right side on her stomach. It hurt like hell. Stinging. Burning. She fingered her necklace as she ran, one of her many pastimes and finally reached the summit of the mountains. He would never find her there...she had run away from her first love...her family...her friends...but she ran right into her destiny.
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Author's Notes: Hopefully, that helps you The Mary Sue Slayer. Please, everyone, read and review. Give some suggestions please. But flamers, beware, I have a smart mouth. Anyways, all reviewers will be thanked personally in the next chapter. Thank you.