The Lord of the Rings
The Dawn of a New Age
Chapter I
Theoden and Aragorn looked out over the black sea of Uruk Hai.
"There is no way out now." King Theoden said turning to face the Aragorn, what little hope he had before was just drained out of his voice.
"We don't need a way out, not while there is still hope." Aragorn said trying to inspire the King, just as Arwen had done to him before he set out on the quest with Frodo.
Legolas and Gimli stood on the wall, bantering with each other, keeping up the spirits of the men either side of them. The masses on the wall pulled their bowstring back as far as they could and took aim at the sea, each deciding which he wanted to kill. Suddenly an old man was unable to hold the arrow back and it flew from the bow, spinning through the air and finding its place in the eyehole of an Uruk Hai.
"HOLD!" Aragorn shouted over the Deep. It was too late to say it now. The first shot had been fired. The Uruk Hai and Orcs roared with anger and began there charge at the wall, the hidden ladder now clearly visible as the soared up through the air, a lone crazed Orc sitting at the top. The battle had begun, the rain ran thick and fast down the armour of the soldier's as arrows flew, swords clashed and men and elf fell. The sea of Uruk Hai crashed against the walls like water on the rocks, many meeting an unfavourable demise of being under the ladder as a dead body fell on top of it. Gimli's axe cut the air and body alike, not stopping, never failing until the fatal arrow pierced his helmet. The stout little dwarf fell to the ground from the top of the wall. Even in death his falling axe killed another two Uruk Hai. A single black clad soldier snarled and looked over the wall to see the dwarf fall. He fell as well, getting kicked off by the blonde haired legolas. Not often did the elf harbour such a strong passion for revenge but he fought on. That is until he too felt the sting of a broad Orc arrow in the back of his neck. He also fell over the wall landing next to his friend. With a shattering blast the wall blew apart and the sea rushed through the gap.
The end was near man fell, elf fell, finally in the deep caves the women huddled with their children as Aragorn ran through shouting "The king is dead!" he kept running through a small gap in the mountain, he ran right around the base of the mountain and headed towards Rivendell.
Only two men survived the battle. They were Aragorn and an elderly man, the very same that shot the first fatal arrow the night before, he wandered around the mountains, alone. As far as he knew he was the last man on the planet, the winged creatures of the mountain brought him news of the fall of Gondor and the men even on the side of Sauron and Saruman. The farmers spread across Middle-Earth had been killed by a moving forest, though he did not know what that meant.
Sam and Frodo sat in their quarters high up in the tower of Minas Morgal. Sauron walked in, his armour clanking as he walked. This was no surprise to the Hobbits after all they gave him the ring that made him hole again. Sam and Frodo had the most comfortable life imaginable, the only Hobbits to survive the genocide.
"It is time." Sauron said; the nine shadows moving around the table the Hobbits were sat at.
The hobbits lay on the table next to each other as the blades pierced them. When they awoke they saw the shadow, not the light. They were Wraiths. Sauron looked over his new servants.
"Now my Wraiths; find my brothers heir, and kill him."
In the court yard of Barad Dur the Hobbits sat upon the black ponies, Bill and Ben.
***
The hooded Aragorn boarded the great ship holding the hand of Arwen, it had been a long journey from the mountains to Rivendell and them from Rivendell to the western shore, but now he was returning to the place where men came from. The voyage was cold, wet and windy but before long they arrived in the west lands where they met Elrond and Galadriel. Aragorn was crowned king of the state of men and Elrond was the new king since Galadriel murdered Celeborn for leaving the toilet seat up. Before long they had all forgotten about middle earth. For years they lived in happiness when one night Aragorn became restless. Arwen turned to him,
"Oh not again Aragorn we already have 20 children."
"No its not that, I just get the feeling there is a shadow on the coast, a small shadow, but a shadow none the less."
"Don't worry about it, they are Hobbits, Frodo and Sam." Arwen replied plainly and turned to go back to sleep.
"Frodo and Sam?" Aragorn asked with a chill.
"Yes you know, the two that took the ring to Sauron, they are wraiths now, sent out to kill you but what good can they do hear where you are surrounded by brave men and sexy women."
"You make this place sound like paradise."
"That's because it is." Arwen drifted back into a sound sleep.
Frodo and Sam, now clad in worn and torn black rags crept over the land of New Numenor, searching for its king but never able to get hold of him.
Back in Middle-Earth the sky was permanently stained red with the blood spilt each night, Sauron had complete control over everything, even Gollum couldn't help but obey the few laws he said. Sauron had had particular fun setting the Ents on fire after they killed all of the farmers, after all the spell that Saruman put on them was no longer needed, so neither were they. So that was that Middle Earth was controlled, even owned by Sauron, the constant Orc on Orc fights were nothing to him, a point from his ringed finger set them on fire so he had a very comfortable life for saying he was now the only man left alive here, even the old hermit up in the mountains of Rohan had died years ago. Or so he heard, either way he wasn't particularly bothered.
And so life goes on in Middle-Earth, and New Numenor and The Elven Kingdom, but in the shadow of dark Middle-Earth a new age was about to dawn.
The Dawn of a New Age
Chapter I
Theoden and Aragorn looked out over the black sea of Uruk Hai.
"There is no way out now." King Theoden said turning to face the Aragorn, what little hope he had before was just drained out of his voice.
"We don't need a way out, not while there is still hope." Aragorn said trying to inspire the King, just as Arwen had done to him before he set out on the quest with Frodo.
Legolas and Gimli stood on the wall, bantering with each other, keeping up the spirits of the men either side of them. The masses on the wall pulled their bowstring back as far as they could and took aim at the sea, each deciding which he wanted to kill. Suddenly an old man was unable to hold the arrow back and it flew from the bow, spinning through the air and finding its place in the eyehole of an Uruk Hai.
"HOLD!" Aragorn shouted over the Deep. It was too late to say it now. The first shot had been fired. The Uruk Hai and Orcs roared with anger and began there charge at the wall, the hidden ladder now clearly visible as the soared up through the air, a lone crazed Orc sitting at the top. The battle had begun, the rain ran thick and fast down the armour of the soldier's as arrows flew, swords clashed and men and elf fell. The sea of Uruk Hai crashed against the walls like water on the rocks, many meeting an unfavourable demise of being under the ladder as a dead body fell on top of it. Gimli's axe cut the air and body alike, not stopping, never failing until the fatal arrow pierced his helmet. The stout little dwarf fell to the ground from the top of the wall. Even in death his falling axe killed another two Uruk Hai. A single black clad soldier snarled and looked over the wall to see the dwarf fall. He fell as well, getting kicked off by the blonde haired legolas. Not often did the elf harbour such a strong passion for revenge but he fought on. That is until he too felt the sting of a broad Orc arrow in the back of his neck. He also fell over the wall landing next to his friend. With a shattering blast the wall blew apart and the sea rushed through the gap.
The end was near man fell, elf fell, finally in the deep caves the women huddled with their children as Aragorn ran through shouting "The king is dead!" he kept running through a small gap in the mountain, he ran right around the base of the mountain and headed towards Rivendell.
Only two men survived the battle. They were Aragorn and an elderly man, the very same that shot the first fatal arrow the night before, he wandered around the mountains, alone. As far as he knew he was the last man on the planet, the winged creatures of the mountain brought him news of the fall of Gondor and the men even on the side of Sauron and Saruman. The farmers spread across Middle-Earth had been killed by a moving forest, though he did not know what that meant.
Sam and Frodo sat in their quarters high up in the tower of Minas Morgal. Sauron walked in, his armour clanking as he walked. This was no surprise to the Hobbits after all they gave him the ring that made him hole again. Sam and Frodo had the most comfortable life imaginable, the only Hobbits to survive the genocide.
"It is time." Sauron said; the nine shadows moving around the table the Hobbits were sat at.
The hobbits lay on the table next to each other as the blades pierced them. When they awoke they saw the shadow, not the light. They were Wraiths. Sauron looked over his new servants.
"Now my Wraiths; find my brothers heir, and kill him."
In the court yard of Barad Dur the Hobbits sat upon the black ponies, Bill and Ben.
***
The hooded Aragorn boarded the great ship holding the hand of Arwen, it had been a long journey from the mountains to Rivendell and them from Rivendell to the western shore, but now he was returning to the place where men came from. The voyage was cold, wet and windy but before long they arrived in the west lands where they met Elrond and Galadriel. Aragorn was crowned king of the state of men and Elrond was the new king since Galadriel murdered Celeborn for leaving the toilet seat up. Before long they had all forgotten about middle earth. For years they lived in happiness when one night Aragorn became restless. Arwen turned to him,
"Oh not again Aragorn we already have 20 children."
"No its not that, I just get the feeling there is a shadow on the coast, a small shadow, but a shadow none the less."
"Don't worry about it, they are Hobbits, Frodo and Sam." Arwen replied plainly and turned to go back to sleep.
"Frodo and Sam?" Aragorn asked with a chill.
"Yes you know, the two that took the ring to Sauron, they are wraiths now, sent out to kill you but what good can they do hear where you are surrounded by brave men and sexy women."
"You make this place sound like paradise."
"That's because it is." Arwen drifted back into a sound sleep.
Frodo and Sam, now clad in worn and torn black rags crept over the land of New Numenor, searching for its king but never able to get hold of him.
Back in Middle-Earth the sky was permanently stained red with the blood spilt each night, Sauron had complete control over everything, even Gollum couldn't help but obey the few laws he said. Sauron had had particular fun setting the Ents on fire after they killed all of the farmers, after all the spell that Saruman put on them was no longer needed, so neither were they. So that was that Middle Earth was controlled, even owned by Sauron, the constant Orc on Orc fights were nothing to him, a point from his ringed finger set them on fire so he had a very comfortable life for saying he was now the only man left alive here, even the old hermit up in the mountains of Rohan had died years ago. Or so he heard, either way he wasn't particularly bothered.
And so life goes on in Middle-Earth, and New Numenor and The Elven Kingdom, but in the shadow of dark Middle-Earth a new age was about to dawn.