I was too tired to care about dinner , which I regretted the next morning. The sun rose in a blaze of firey glory. This certainly put me in a better mood. I like the sun. Sam had made breakfast which consisted of lembas and bacon. Kinda disgusting actually.
Climbed a tree and watched Frodo walk underneath it. Waited for next unlucky person to drop the rock on which I had in my hand. It was my lucky day , Boromir walked under it. "Bombs away ! " I whispered. *thunk* Boromir looked up rubbing his head but continued walking after Frodo. This worried me. Something was wrong. Two things to be exact.
a) He had an abnormally thick skull.
b) He was trailing Frodo.
I went back to the shore . "You guys notice Frodo is gone ? " I asked. As if from a sign , everyone turned to look where Frodo had been sitting. Merry , Pippin , and Sam ran off with me in tow. "Frodo! Frodo!" they called.We ran and ran for what seemed like hours but was more like minutes. We crashed through underbrush , I felt lucky that I had cut my hair. Sam was separated but I figured he'd be ok , he was a resourceful hobbit from what I could tell.
We continued calling until we nearly skidded into a group of orcs.I had seen them before though , in Lothlorien , in the eerie moonlight. " RETREAT!!!" I cried.I scanned the seemingly impassable wall of orcs. I looked frantically for a break in the colliding armies. I spotted a weakness, my parents always said I was good at checkers. I motioned with my hands. Our only chance was going through the space between the orcs coming from the east and west that were nearly colliding in hast to get to us. We broke through just in time and ran as fast as our legs could carry us. Pine needles , leaves, twigs passed in a blur beneath my bare feet. Primal fear was in me. Run run run run run run run was all I could think. My entire body seemed to tingle and I thought my heart would burst out of my chest at any moment.
I tripped and went sprawling on the leaf covered ground.The adrenaline left my body. An orc was over me with a malicious smile plastered on his face and raising its sword covered with dried blood , he began to bring it down in a brown blur ... when suddenly somebody crashed into it.
It was Boromir . "Run." He commanded. I stared. "Run!" he cried shoving me away .
I spied an orc, a big one with a dog face, nock an arrow. Instantly a mixed feeling of hopelessness and anger filled me.
I had no time to react , an arrow slammed into Boromir. I screamed, as he got back up and kept fighting . A second punctured him , I was still screaming his name . I didn't know what to do . I wanted to help but I couldn't fight. I hadn't been trained to. He got back up. "Lay down you idiot ! Stop!" I cried with tears running down my face. He turned to look at me , and in his brown eyes knew he was sorry. I sank to my knees and screamed to the blue sky.
Merry and Pippin drew their daggers and lept forward with war cries as the last arrow sank into his chest."For the Shire!" I crawled toward him and caught him as he fell."Oh God , oh God, oh God, I'm sorry, I'm sorry ! " I sobbed hysterically. "Little Maiden ...." he smiled , blood coating his lips.Golden sunlight filtered through the trees , drawing to attention the gore glistening on his leather tunic.
My heart felt like it was being split in two . "I'm sorry , oh God, oh God, oh God, I'm sorry , " I buried my head in his shoulder. Grief seemed to settle over me like a cold mist but anger flamed within. I laid him gently down and drew the little leaf bladed knife I had carried from Lothlorien.
The green and red jewels sparkled like devil fire telling me to take revenge. I pulled the knife from its sheath with defiance. I whirled around and stabbed an orc that would have broken his neck.
I stood over him until a circle of orcs closed in around me . I couldn't fight . I couldn't escape now. "I HATE YOU ! I HATE YOU!" I cried as the circle closed even tighter.The horrible faces seemed to blur together. I spat at them in one last final act. One of the orcs raised a cruelly shining sword and it looked like it was going to kill me. I closed my eyes ready for the final blow , I didn't care anymore. So this is it , this is death, I thought. Something slammed into the back of my head. And I knew no more.
The orcs laughed as they looked at the fallen warrior breathing shallowly and the fighting rat lying limp on the brown bare earth.
Climbed a tree and watched Frodo walk underneath it. Waited for next unlucky person to drop the rock on which I had in my hand. It was my lucky day , Boromir walked under it. "Bombs away ! " I whispered. *thunk* Boromir looked up rubbing his head but continued walking after Frodo. This worried me. Something was wrong. Two things to be exact.
a) He had an abnormally thick skull.
b) He was trailing Frodo.
I went back to the shore . "You guys notice Frodo is gone ? " I asked. As if from a sign , everyone turned to look where Frodo had been sitting. Merry , Pippin , and Sam ran off with me in tow. "Frodo! Frodo!" they called.We ran and ran for what seemed like hours but was more like minutes. We crashed through underbrush , I felt lucky that I had cut my hair. Sam was separated but I figured he'd be ok , he was a resourceful hobbit from what I could tell.
We continued calling until we nearly skidded into a group of orcs.I had seen them before though , in Lothlorien , in the eerie moonlight. " RETREAT!!!" I cried.I scanned the seemingly impassable wall of orcs. I looked frantically for a break in the colliding armies. I spotted a weakness, my parents always said I was good at checkers. I motioned with my hands. Our only chance was going through the space between the orcs coming from the east and west that were nearly colliding in hast to get to us. We broke through just in time and ran as fast as our legs could carry us. Pine needles , leaves, twigs passed in a blur beneath my bare feet. Primal fear was in me. Run run run run run run run was all I could think. My entire body seemed to tingle and I thought my heart would burst out of my chest at any moment.
I tripped and went sprawling on the leaf covered ground.The adrenaline left my body. An orc was over me with a malicious smile plastered on his face and raising its sword covered with dried blood , he began to bring it down in a brown blur ... when suddenly somebody crashed into it.
It was Boromir . "Run." He commanded. I stared. "Run!" he cried shoving me away .
I spied an orc, a big one with a dog face, nock an arrow. Instantly a mixed feeling of hopelessness and anger filled me.
I had no time to react , an arrow slammed into Boromir. I screamed, as he got back up and kept fighting . A second punctured him , I was still screaming his name . I didn't know what to do . I wanted to help but I couldn't fight. I hadn't been trained to. He got back up. "Lay down you idiot ! Stop!" I cried with tears running down my face. He turned to look at me , and in his brown eyes knew he was sorry. I sank to my knees and screamed to the blue sky.
Merry and Pippin drew their daggers and lept forward with war cries as the last arrow sank into his chest."For the Shire!" I crawled toward him and caught him as he fell."Oh God , oh God, oh God, I'm sorry, I'm sorry ! " I sobbed hysterically. "Little Maiden ...." he smiled , blood coating his lips.Golden sunlight filtered through the trees , drawing to attention the gore glistening on his leather tunic.
My heart felt like it was being split in two . "I'm sorry , oh God, oh God, oh God, I'm sorry , " I buried my head in his shoulder. Grief seemed to settle over me like a cold mist but anger flamed within. I laid him gently down and drew the little leaf bladed knife I had carried from Lothlorien.
The green and red jewels sparkled like devil fire telling me to take revenge. I pulled the knife from its sheath with defiance. I whirled around and stabbed an orc that would have broken his neck.
I stood over him until a circle of orcs closed in around me . I couldn't fight . I couldn't escape now. "I HATE YOU ! I HATE YOU!" I cried as the circle closed even tighter.The horrible faces seemed to blur together. I spat at them in one last final act. One of the orcs raised a cruelly shining sword and it looked like it was going to kill me. I closed my eyes ready for the final blow , I didn't care anymore. So this is it , this is death, I thought. Something slammed into the back of my head. And I knew no more.
The orcs laughed as they looked at the fallen warrior breathing shallowly and the fighting rat lying limp on the brown bare earth.