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Set It Off!
"Didn't think any of you would taste that good anyway," Naurglahad sighed. She flicked a ringlet of her brushed hair out of her longer face and kicked the door open again. She stepped aside from the exit and gestured her arms toward it. No one moved. "Well? You want to escape don't you?"
"Of course we do!" exclaimed Gimli, rising on his toes.
"Then out you go!" she waved her arms at the door again.
A glint of suspicion crossed Legolas' eyes.
"It cannot be as simple as to simply walk out the door," he accused, putting his hands on his hips.
"Of course it's not as simple!" Naurglahad sighed in response. She flicked out a second kunai, "But it'll be a lot easier if you run now, because if you don't, I'll kill you!"
She wasn't lying. Another kunai came flying and Legolas ducked just in time to miss its blade drive into the bridge of his nose. The hobbits were the first to flee from the cell, closely followed by Gimli, Boromir, and Gandalf. Aragorn turned back to call to Legolas who had just rolled under another dagger toss. In a flash, the elf and ranger had brushed past Chaos-chan and out into the dungeon corridor. Naurglahad grinned and casually followed after them, thrusting her friend into the open cell and snapping the lock on. Chaos-chan sighed woefully. This trap was almost a normal routine to her, so she plopped herself on top of the crate and began singing some random song to make herself happy.
As Naurglahad watched the Fellowship scramble up through the open doors and corridors, she paused by a corner and retrieved a heavy silver painted disc from a side palette. With it, she took up the leather covered stick and began lightly tapping the rim of the silver disc counterclockwise. It was a gong designed to make a silent ring that rebounded off the walls. Quickly placing the gong back onto the palette, she covered her ears as tight as she could.
The rebounding sound of the gong came back, sending an unearthly shriek throughout the whole village. This was the signal that meant "Escaping captives."
~*~
"It looks something like a horse! We've got to escape! Ride it anyway!" cried Samwise, looking up at a four legged creature with a reptilian sort of a head. After escaping the dungeons, passing a market, and what look dreadfully like the gallows, the Fellowship seemed to have come upon a sort of ranch, full of these alien monsters. Scarlet scales round two beetle black eyes and raven dark feathers served as a sort of mane on its crest. The red scales covered the rest of its body, which was the only part of it that really looked like a horse... except with red scales.
Gandalf attempted to mount it, but a set of copper colored talons shot out of its freakish brown hooves. Getting panicked and a bit frustrated, he whacked the abnormal creature round its thighs. It emitted a strange sort of squawk and suddenly bit Gandalf's sleeve and yanked him violently up onto its back. Then, it sped off out of its gathering stable. Like cattle, eight other monsters did the same to the remaining of the Fellowship and took off after Gandalf.
Sam was right. It was something like a horse. The beasts seemed to know their way around and kept in a V formation, sprinting southward of the village.
"We've made it!" cried Merry, struggling to keep a hold of his steed.
He spoke too soon.
War cries came from behind them. As they turned, they saw blue sparks rise over the sands behind them. Legolas, with his elvish eyes, cried out as he discovered that they were not merely fireworks, but arrows of blue flame. And beyond the arrows, a triangle of three riders on long legged bird-like beasts came beating over the knolls. Their steeds kept the same swift pace, yet it was not nimble enough for the even speedier warriors behind them.
"It is that girl!" the elf shouted. He and the Fellowship's steeds jumped into the air as the flaming arrows crashed into the sand, igniting the section into a wall of blue flames temporarily, "She has gone back on her word! She is intending to slay us!"
"Then we cannot let her catch us!" replied Boromir. Nudging his steed's thighs, he caused it to run even faster than before. The Fellowship, getting the idea, also urged their beasts forward.
The riders kept at the same pace.
"Fight!" suggested Pippin. He almost toppled off his beast. Gandalf came alongside him just in time to push him right side up.
Legolas did not hesitate in stringing an arrow into his bow, and turning his back to fire at a rider. It beamed the left rider's steed, and both the rider and the beast fell to the earth, fading away from their sight as they kept riding.
Next, Legolas spotted Naurglahad and her companion split into two separate positions: one on the far left, and Naurglahad on the right. Aragorn, who was also equipped with the archery gear, shot a second arrow at the left rider. The left rider was quicker, and ducked under the arrow.
Suddenly, both riders behind them stopped. Naurglahad had halted and ridden over to her companion. She spoke to him probably strategy commands. He listened, and taking her word, he fled back to the village. Only Naurglahad was left behind them, and now that she had gotten her bird sprinting again, she was gaining on them hastily.
Legolas, again with his elvish eyes, saw her reach behind and take up not a knife, nor bow, but a sort of javelin. Judging by the length of the stone hilt and the titanic blade on the front end, it looked quite heavy, and probably painful to receive in any part of your body. He also noticed that she had her eyes locked on him, as if she were preparing to---
"Legolas! Duck!"
Bang!
~*~
"Master..." stuttered an orc as it gaped into a vile pit of brown sludge, "I.... Me thinks it's alive!"
"We shall see," replied Saruman the White. He stood next to the servant and waited patiently, leaning on his staff as he peered into the ooze.
The sludge of the breeding pit fussed and writhed in place, as if a wild animal were trying to break out of a cage. In fact, it really did look like something thrashing to escape. It clawed and roared and jumped about as far as it could go. This creature was definitely alive and kicking.
Such prediction was true, for in a single blink of the White Istari's eye, three orcs had been slewn and lay dead on the floor with their throats cut. A fourth was now choking as a muddy creature clenched a fist around the orc's throat. Inclined to the old man's face was a gleaming dagger; at least a good eight inches long and one and a half inches wide. Filthy strands of hair covered a blurry face atop a fair neck and feminine form, a most unusual build for the great army that he had promised Sauron.
"This is no Uruk-hai," muttered Saruman.
With a single sweep of his staff, the threatening creature was cast aside back into the breeding pits. Of course, the orc was also crushed, and it died from a break into his medulla. The creature lay motionless in the pit once more. Saruman snorted and began to hobble off back to his palantiri ... until another painful shriek of orcs came from behind him.
"You fools!" he cried, seeing that five orcs had been knocked unconscious or dead by a huge javelin that the now resurrected creature grasped in its hands.
With a sharp flick, it had wiped the muddy filth away from its eyes. Two emeralds burned like fire of fury under it. They did not change expression as the javelin was turned to the wizard, positioned to impale him upon the pinnacle of the tip.
Again with his staff, Saruman managed to control the beast from its wrath. To his surprise, it spoke a language to him:
"*Lo luude! Lo zurgachad jhe za hada!"
This was a long forgotten language. He heard the same words in some lost portal of time in his memory, but where it came from exactly, he could not remember. However, he did recall it as a very foreign form of the Dragon Speech. And he had not heard dragons communicate for ever such a long time ago. Only as a wave of a phrase during the reign of Morgoth, he who created the Great Worms of Arda.
Saruman glared back into the eyes of emerald and grinned.
"So.... Perhaps we shall have some use for you."
*Translation:
Lo luude! Lo zurgachad jhe za hada!
You fool! I'll kill you wrathfully for that!
Set It Off!
"Didn't think any of you would taste that good anyway," Naurglahad sighed. She flicked a ringlet of her brushed hair out of her longer face and kicked the door open again. She stepped aside from the exit and gestured her arms toward it. No one moved. "Well? You want to escape don't you?"
"Of course we do!" exclaimed Gimli, rising on his toes.
"Then out you go!" she waved her arms at the door again.
A glint of suspicion crossed Legolas' eyes.
"It cannot be as simple as to simply walk out the door," he accused, putting his hands on his hips.
"Of course it's not as simple!" Naurglahad sighed in response. She flicked out a second kunai, "But it'll be a lot easier if you run now, because if you don't, I'll kill you!"
She wasn't lying. Another kunai came flying and Legolas ducked just in time to miss its blade drive into the bridge of his nose. The hobbits were the first to flee from the cell, closely followed by Gimli, Boromir, and Gandalf. Aragorn turned back to call to Legolas who had just rolled under another dagger toss. In a flash, the elf and ranger had brushed past Chaos-chan and out into the dungeon corridor. Naurglahad grinned and casually followed after them, thrusting her friend into the open cell and snapping the lock on. Chaos-chan sighed woefully. This trap was almost a normal routine to her, so she plopped herself on top of the crate and began singing some random song to make herself happy.
As Naurglahad watched the Fellowship scramble up through the open doors and corridors, she paused by a corner and retrieved a heavy silver painted disc from a side palette. With it, she took up the leather covered stick and began lightly tapping the rim of the silver disc counterclockwise. It was a gong designed to make a silent ring that rebounded off the walls. Quickly placing the gong back onto the palette, she covered her ears as tight as she could.
The rebounding sound of the gong came back, sending an unearthly shriek throughout the whole village. This was the signal that meant "Escaping captives."
~*~
"It looks something like a horse! We've got to escape! Ride it anyway!" cried Samwise, looking up at a four legged creature with a reptilian sort of a head. After escaping the dungeons, passing a market, and what look dreadfully like the gallows, the Fellowship seemed to have come upon a sort of ranch, full of these alien monsters. Scarlet scales round two beetle black eyes and raven dark feathers served as a sort of mane on its crest. The red scales covered the rest of its body, which was the only part of it that really looked like a horse... except with red scales.
Gandalf attempted to mount it, but a set of copper colored talons shot out of its freakish brown hooves. Getting panicked and a bit frustrated, he whacked the abnormal creature round its thighs. It emitted a strange sort of squawk and suddenly bit Gandalf's sleeve and yanked him violently up onto its back. Then, it sped off out of its gathering stable. Like cattle, eight other monsters did the same to the remaining of the Fellowship and took off after Gandalf.
Sam was right. It was something like a horse. The beasts seemed to know their way around and kept in a V formation, sprinting southward of the village.
"We've made it!" cried Merry, struggling to keep a hold of his steed.
He spoke too soon.
War cries came from behind them. As they turned, they saw blue sparks rise over the sands behind them. Legolas, with his elvish eyes, cried out as he discovered that they were not merely fireworks, but arrows of blue flame. And beyond the arrows, a triangle of three riders on long legged bird-like beasts came beating over the knolls. Their steeds kept the same swift pace, yet it was not nimble enough for the even speedier warriors behind them.
"It is that girl!" the elf shouted. He and the Fellowship's steeds jumped into the air as the flaming arrows crashed into the sand, igniting the section into a wall of blue flames temporarily, "She has gone back on her word! She is intending to slay us!"
"Then we cannot let her catch us!" replied Boromir. Nudging his steed's thighs, he caused it to run even faster than before. The Fellowship, getting the idea, also urged their beasts forward.
The riders kept at the same pace.
"Fight!" suggested Pippin. He almost toppled off his beast. Gandalf came alongside him just in time to push him right side up.
Legolas did not hesitate in stringing an arrow into his bow, and turning his back to fire at a rider. It beamed the left rider's steed, and both the rider and the beast fell to the earth, fading away from their sight as they kept riding.
Next, Legolas spotted Naurglahad and her companion split into two separate positions: one on the far left, and Naurglahad on the right. Aragorn, who was also equipped with the archery gear, shot a second arrow at the left rider. The left rider was quicker, and ducked under the arrow.
Suddenly, both riders behind them stopped. Naurglahad had halted and ridden over to her companion. She spoke to him probably strategy commands. He listened, and taking her word, he fled back to the village. Only Naurglahad was left behind them, and now that she had gotten her bird sprinting again, she was gaining on them hastily.
Legolas, again with his elvish eyes, saw her reach behind and take up not a knife, nor bow, but a sort of javelin. Judging by the length of the stone hilt and the titanic blade on the front end, it looked quite heavy, and probably painful to receive in any part of your body. He also noticed that she had her eyes locked on him, as if she were preparing to---
"Legolas! Duck!"
Bang!
~*~
"Master..." stuttered an orc as it gaped into a vile pit of brown sludge, "I.... Me thinks it's alive!"
"We shall see," replied Saruman the White. He stood next to the servant and waited patiently, leaning on his staff as he peered into the ooze.
The sludge of the breeding pit fussed and writhed in place, as if a wild animal were trying to break out of a cage. In fact, it really did look like something thrashing to escape. It clawed and roared and jumped about as far as it could go. This creature was definitely alive and kicking.
Such prediction was true, for in a single blink of the White Istari's eye, three orcs had been slewn and lay dead on the floor with their throats cut. A fourth was now choking as a muddy creature clenched a fist around the orc's throat. Inclined to the old man's face was a gleaming dagger; at least a good eight inches long and one and a half inches wide. Filthy strands of hair covered a blurry face atop a fair neck and feminine form, a most unusual build for the great army that he had promised Sauron.
"This is no Uruk-hai," muttered Saruman.
With a single sweep of his staff, the threatening creature was cast aside back into the breeding pits. Of course, the orc was also crushed, and it died from a break into his medulla. The creature lay motionless in the pit once more. Saruman snorted and began to hobble off back to his palantiri ... until another painful shriek of orcs came from behind him.
"You fools!" he cried, seeing that five orcs had been knocked unconscious or dead by a huge javelin that the now resurrected creature grasped in its hands.
With a sharp flick, it had wiped the muddy filth away from its eyes. Two emeralds burned like fire of fury under it. They did not change expression as the javelin was turned to the wizard, positioned to impale him upon the pinnacle of the tip.
Again with his staff, Saruman managed to control the beast from its wrath. To his surprise, it spoke a language to him:
"*Lo luude! Lo zurgachad jhe za hada!"
This was a long forgotten language. He heard the same words in some lost portal of time in his memory, but where it came from exactly, he could not remember. However, he did recall it as a very foreign form of the Dragon Speech. And he had not heard dragons communicate for ever such a long time ago. Only as a wave of a phrase during the reign of Morgoth, he who created the Great Worms of Arda.
Saruman glared back into the eyes of emerald and grinned.
"So.... Perhaps we shall have some use for you."
*Translation:
Lo luude! Lo zurgachad jhe za hada!
You fool! I'll kill you wrathfully for that!