Disclaimer: I do not, in any way shape of form. Own, create, or distribute
for profit Animorphs or The Lord of the Rings. Animorphs were created by
K. A. Applegate, while The Lord of the Rings was created by J. R. R.
Tolkien. NOW ON WITH THE STORY!!!
(By the time this will be put up I have finish reading the first book in The Lord of the Rings trilogy.)
Note: Sorry it took me so long to post this, I had a little 'writers block'. If this chapter seems bad that's why. Yes you can all hit me over the head with a bat now. OW! OW! HELP!...
Chapter 4
"So you say you come from a place called America?" Sam asked Marco, they sat on the first watch of that morn. Aragorn sat with them, but paid more attention to the area then Sam and Marco.
"Well, actually. I come from a planet called Earth. I live in a country called America. It's like your Shire. Only we have something called states. Then there are cities, like what you call Hobbition." Marco explained, Sam hanging on his every word. They had been up all night because Sam had so many questions. To many in Marco's opinion.
"And what part of the Shire are you from?"
"No, not the Shire, America. You know land of the free, home of the brave."
"You must have great warriors there," Sam assumed.
"Well..."
"Excuse me, but where did you say you lived in America?"
"Well I live in a state called..."
"Would you two stop talking and keep watch. All we need now is to be ambushed Orcs." Aragorn scolded them.
"Sorry Strider, so where did you say you lived again?" Sam asked jokingly, Marco snickered. Aragorn rolled his eyes at them. They all then sat in silence for many minutes. That was until Sam saw a dark cloud move towards them. "Strider, Marco, do you see that?"
Aragorn cursed under this breath. "Get down under the bushes. Lie down flat."
They did as he asked, just a few minutes before the cloud was over head. But it wasn't a cloud. It was a gigantic flock of black crows. When they had headed far enough north; Aragorn, Marco, and Sam left their hiding spot. Aragorn immediately woke Gandalf "We must leave quickly," he said as they packed. "We mustn't use the wood, not unless it is a chose of fire or death."
They had left by noon. It was slightly warm, but would be compared to the cold day's and night's of the mountains as mild. The wind was howling, chilling everyone to the bone. As the snow fell it got harder to make their way up the mountain. Aragorn and Boromir walked in front clearing a path for every one, but Legolas. Who walked with out effort on the snow. All with out making a single track. Leaving the hobbits and Animorphs stunted for never seeing such a thing.
After many days the cold became intolerable. The need of a fire became great. It was only Boromir that suggested that a fire was needed. But the cold made it hard to start a fire. Even the skill of starting fires that Elves and Dwarves held was useless here. It was only Gandalf with his staff that could light the kindling in this weather.
Dawn came soon. All most too soon. They moved on quicky, the snow was less dense farther down. And with that the birds came back. "Fear not of them now, weather they are good, evil, or are just birds. It can not be helped now, we must go quickly.
The remaining Animorphs quickly became great white bears. Quickly explained by Jake as Polar Bears, and that they thrived in the cold. The pass was blocked at Caradhras, the Redhorn Gate. It seemed all was lost.
"There is one other way to pass," Gandalf said. Everyone looked at him. The Animorphs morphed out slowly. "Aragorn had decided it was best not to mention it until the pass of the mountains was tried. The road is dangerous, and great evil dwells there."
"Where are we going Gandalf? Disney World?" Marco inquired, and then got a stern glare from Jake.
"No Master Marco. Our only chance is to head to the Mines of Moria." Of the company only Gimli's face lit up with joy. The Animorphs, who had no such notion of what lay there, looking into the faces of their comrades.
"Then why not head to the Gap of Rohan. My people are on good terms with them. Or why not head to my city of Gondor..."
"I would die before I saw the Ring in your city Boromir!" Aragorn yelled, "And with the turn of Saruman, Isingaurd is no place for the Ring. Even in our company.
"I suggest we go through the mines. My cousin dwells there. And Master Elf. You will soon know the hospitality of the Dwarves."
"I believe that it can be done," Gandalf said.
"I have passed the gates of Dimrill before. I do not wish to enter there again." Aragorn spoke to the company.
"Not once have I ever wished to go there," Pipin said.
"Me neither," Sam told them.
"You have followed me to certain death in these here mountains. Who would want to go into Moria? I dare say it is not the want now. But who would follow me there and back again?" Gandalf said to the company.
"I shall follow you Gandalf; it was my pledge all along." Gimli shouted.
"I will follow as well," Aragorn pat Gimli on the shoulder. "I have followed you this far, I am not going to turn back now."
"I shall not go, that is unless every one is against me," Boromir said.
"And me," Legolas backed him up.
"I suggest we sleep on this," Frodo said. "The wind howls to great for us to decide now."
"I agree with Frodo," Jake said, "we don't know about this Moria. But we will follow you there and into Mordor." The Animorphs nodded.
(By the time this will be put up I have finish reading the first book in The Lord of the Rings trilogy.)
Note: Sorry it took me so long to post this, I had a little 'writers block'. If this chapter seems bad that's why. Yes you can all hit me over the head with a bat now. OW! OW! HELP!...
Chapter 4
"So you say you come from a place called America?" Sam asked Marco, they sat on the first watch of that morn. Aragorn sat with them, but paid more attention to the area then Sam and Marco.
"Well, actually. I come from a planet called Earth. I live in a country called America. It's like your Shire. Only we have something called states. Then there are cities, like what you call Hobbition." Marco explained, Sam hanging on his every word. They had been up all night because Sam had so many questions. To many in Marco's opinion.
"And what part of the Shire are you from?"
"No, not the Shire, America. You know land of the free, home of the brave."
"You must have great warriors there," Sam assumed.
"Well..."
"Excuse me, but where did you say you lived in America?"
"Well I live in a state called..."
"Would you two stop talking and keep watch. All we need now is to be ambushed Orcs." Aragorn scolded them.
"Sorry Strider, so where did you say you lived again?" Sam asked jokingly, Marco snickered. Aragorn rolled his eyes at them. They all then sat in silence for many minutes. That was until Sam saw a dark cloud move towards them. "Strider, Marco, do you see that?"
Aragorn cursed under this breath. "Get down under the bushes. Lie down flat."
They did as he asked, just a few minutes before the cloud was over head. But it wasn't a cloud. It was a gigantic flock of black crows. When they had headed far enough north; Aragorn, Marco, and Sam left their hiding spot. Aragorn immediately woke Gandalf "We must leave quickly," he said as they packed. "We mustn't use the wood, not unless it is a chose of fire or death."
They had left by noon. It was slightly warm, but would be compared to the cold day's and night's of the mountains as mild. The wind was howling, chilling everyone to the bone. As the snow fell it got harder to make their way up the mountain. Aragorn and Boromir walked in front clearing a path for every one, but Legolas. Who walked with out effort on the snow. All with out making a single track. Leaving the hobbits and Animorphs stunted for never seeing such a thing.
After many days the cold became intolerable. The need of a fire became great. It was only Boromir that suggested that a fire was needed. But the cold made it hard to start a fire. Even the skill of starting fires that Elves and Dwarves held was useless here. It was only Gandalf with his staff that could light the kindling in this weather.
Dawn came soon. All most too soon. They moved on quicky, the snow was less dense farther down. And with that the birds came back. "Fear not of them now, weather they are good, evil, or are just birds. It can not be helped now, we must go quickly.
The remaining Animorphs quickly became great white bears. Quickly explained by Jake as Polar Bears, and that they thrived in the cold. The pass was blocked at Caradhras, the Redhorn Gate. It seemed all was lost.
"There is one other way to pass," Gandalf said. Everyone looked at him. The Animorphs morphed out slowly. "Aragorn had decided it was best not to mention it until the pass of the mountains was tried. The road is dangerous, and great evil dwells there."
"Where are we going Gandalf? Disney World?" Marco inquired, and then got a stern glare from Jake.
"No Master Marco. Our only chance is to head to the Mines of Moria." Of the company only Gimli's face lit up with joy. The Animorphs, who had no such notion of what lay there, looking into the faces of their comrades.
"Then why not head to the Gap of Rohan. My people are on good terms with them. Or why not head to my city of Gondor..."
"I would die before I saw the Ring in your city Boromir!" Aragorn yelled, "And with the turn of Saruman, Isingaurd is no place for the Ring. Even in our company.
"I suggest we go through the mines. My cousin dwells there. And Master Elf. You will soon know the hospitality of the Dwarves."
"I believe that it can be done," Gandalf said.
"I have passed the gates of Dimrill before. I do not wish to enter there again." Aragorn spoke to the company.
"Not once have I ever wished to go there," Pipin said.
"Me neither," Sam told them.
"You have followed me to certain death in these here mountains. Who would want to go into Moria? I dare say it is not the want now. But who would follow me there and back again?" Gandalf said to the company.
"I shall follow you Gandalf; it was my pledge all along." Gimli shouted.
"I will follow as well," Aragorn pat Gimli on the shoulder. "I have followed you this far, I am not going to turn back now."
"I shall not go, that is unless every one is against me," Boromir said.
"And me," Legolas backed him up.
"I suggest we sleep on this," Frodo said. "The wind howls to great for us to decide now."
"I agree with Frodo," Jake said, "we don't know about this Moria. But we will follow you there and into Mordor." The Animorphs nodded.