Disclaimer: I do not own The Lord of the Rings. It belongs
to J.R.R. Tolkien.
Author's Note:
I'll see if I can get a chapter up a week or so. Working ASAP. That, and I'm also working on a couple sites, picture sites. I've suddenly become attached to drawing on the computer, and now I have a good excuse to spend a few hours doing it! Yay!
-Naheka
SET IT OFF!
"Whoo... It's dark in there."
"No, really? I haven't noticed!"
"Hey, lay off on the sarcasm, Rogue. The Spark has spoken."
"Not my fault Fluffy here can't stand a bit of bitter whip lashes."
"Guys, just shut up. You're giving me a headache."
"Perhaps that's my intentions, Slick."
"What are you girls talking about?"
Naheka delivered a raspberry in response to Boromir's inquiry. Megan howled with bubbling laughter, suddenly snapping out of her tired headache mode and stumbling over C-chan's straggling foot. She toppled over into Jackie, who pushed Naheka over and into the Steward. He was the only one who kept his grip on the earth as the tweenagers fell in a simultaneous thud.
"Rogue, Spark, Fluffy, and Slick," recited Aragorn. "I find that rather amusing, yet pitiful."
"It's called 'sad'," interpreted Megan, or Slick, not making any attempt to get back up on her feet.
"Sadness is mournful---" said Legolas, preparing to say his opinion until a rock flew directly over his blonde head, and dinged off Gimli's dwarvish helmet.
"Shut up, elf," mocked Rogue, Naheka, loudly. "And screw you!"
"Naheka!" groaned Jackie, Spark. "You don't want to say things like that!"
"Oh yeah," she replied in rememberance. "...Dammit."
"Stop swearing, child," said Gandalf finally to end the pointless and rude conversation. "We haven't time for games."
"And they call it a mine!" continued Gimli, slightly annoyed that the four extra members of the company had interrupted him. "A mine!"
"And it's so ugly!" whispered C-chan. The girls shared a rolling snicker.
Aragorn paused and looked around. "It's not a mine," he muttered as Gandalf's newly lit staff cast the strong white glow about the darkness. "It's a tomb."
The girls shrieked in realization that they were lying beside a rotting dwarvish corpse, and scrambled to their feet, jumping up and down, running about as if they were possessed by foul Salem witchcraft* of some sort. They all clung onto each other, shivering and breathing fervently. Legolas crouched to the dusty stone floor and yanked an arrow out of a corpse. "Goblins!" he cried.
Then, a horrid smelling, hideous blue tentacle shot out at them, taking Master Frodo as it whipped in the air. In a flash, Aragorn had unsheathed his sword and sprinted out into the lake, chopping and cutting at the wriggling arms with great accuracy and speed. Legolas was instantly found launching arrows at tender targets. But the second available archer was not there beside him. Megan was still hyperventilating, sort of, still in shock of breathing the same air a dead thing had. But as Jacke and C-chan backed up into darkness, Naheka was... well, valiantly, but actually foolishly charging out there into the fight. She liked fighting. She loved fighting. No. Scratch that. She loved killing.
"Gimmie' that," she said quickly, snatching Megan's bow and quiver from the archer's shivering hands. Leaping upon the precipice of the boulder she was sitting on earlier, she fired a single arrow simultaneously with the elf that stood next to her. Their arrows dinged off course as they banged into each other.
One could probably hear the energetic 'Foom!', the flames of competition burning again. The rogue and prince had unwillingly turned the fight into a competition, and one between supposed alliances at that. Yet for every shot Naheka had made, Legolas seemed to do better. For example, in the millisecond that Naheka had punctured a tentacle, Legolas had wisely shot the wretched face, which was beginning to erupt from the violently bubbling surface of the lake. She went "boom", he went "bang", one could say for a wide contrast.
Frodo looked as if he were falling from the sky itself as Aragorn's slice cleaved the hobbit's chain tentacle. In the blur of water, it was difficult to see whether Boromir or Aragorn had caught him, but it didn't matter. In seconds, everyone had to flee into the Mine as the creature took a final strike, crushing the West wall into a barrier, "Into the gateway! Up the stairs! Quick!" the Fellowship and company... now locked behind it.
~*~
Naheka was still sulking, even after the hours and hours later when the Fellowship had stopped at the three-way pass that Gandalf did not recall. If there was anything Naheka could not stand, it was someone beating her when she thought she could do better. She hated losing. And now, she hated her competitor more than anything. What could she do to get rid of him?
"Why so sullen, child?" inquired Boromir in a whisper so as to not disturb the Istari in his intense concentration.
"Nothing," she muttered in reply. She grunted and got up from her seat beside a once again slumbering C-chan, and went off a few yards to find a good stone wall. When she had found a tall pillar, withering away in shame in the far corner, she cracked her knuckles and just began punching the wall. It hurt her fists badly, turning them red and sore, but she endured it for the first few strikes. She was so furious. She hated it all. All of it. She hated being stuck here. She hated being on this stupid quest. She hated having that sting on her thigh where the mark of the Eye was. She hated having that sting on her fingers whenever she touched Elven craft. She hated it all. All of it.
"What are you looking at?" she spat acidly at Pippin, who had come up to her to offer her a staling cracker and to ask what troubled her. The hobbit frowned before offering her the cracker again. She turned her cheek and began beating the wall again, knuckles becoming red on the verge of bleeding. Pippin shook his head slightly before sticking the cracker in one of her pouches at her belt. Then he squeaked and waddled back to his fellow hobbit companions.
Naheka stopped punching, staring down at the little wafer poking out of her pouch. She sighed. Well, she didn't have to be so angry all the time. Returning to the camp fire, she nudged C-chan to the side and began munching on her cracker without a word. She shot a small, friendly smile to Peregrin, who was sitting across the way from her. His eyes widened as he waved back. Chuckling, she finished the rest of her cracker in a few bites before taking out her knife, and picking up a stone. She began sharpening it.
"What's that for?" asked Jackie.
"You'll see..."
~*~
She had watched Gimli, son of Gloìn** weep over Balin's tomb. And now he stood bellowing like an angry whale, ax wielded and eyes burning, awaiting the orcs to come charging through the barred wooden doors. Legolas and Aragorn had bows drawn and were standing right in front of the dwarf, ready to fire at long distance. Now Naheka could use the plan she had stored in the back of her mind for the past journey through the Mines of Moria.
Slipping a sharpened stone out from her pouch, which was now filled with rocks, and into a handkerchief (which just happened to be C-chan's), she twirled it in the air and slung it through a hole. Orc shrieks came. 'Well,' Naheka thought in satisfaction. 'This'll work just fine for me!'
Taking more steps back, just behind Gimli, she thrust a second stone into a crack, followed by an arrow from Legolas.
Boom!
Orcs flooded the tomb like scarab beetles to a corpse. The battle began.
"C-chan!" hollered Naheka. "Catch!" She tossed her pouch of stones into her friend's hand, then continued fighting with her spear.
It was all a blur of rotting skin and swords. Her head probably would have hit the floor if it hadn't been for Sauron's protection. She had to admit, this was rather intense combat, even for a trained fighter like herself. But the levels struck up as thundering echoed through the battle. The cave troll was approaching.
*I watched a video on the Salem Witchtrials at school... God, that was freaky. They were all going crazy and stuff... Aieek!
** I figured out how to get the little symbol thingies up! Yippee!
Author's Note:
I'll see if I can get a chapter up a week or so. Working ASAP. That, and I'm also working on a couple sites, picture sites. I've suddenly become attached to drawing on the computer, and now I have a good excuse to spend a few hours doing it! Yay!
-Naheka
SET IT OFF!
"Whoo... It's dark in there."
"No, really? I haven't noticed!"
"Hey, lay off on the sarcasm, Rogue. The Spark has spoken."
"Not my fault Fluffy here can't stand a bit of bitter whip lashes."
"Guys, just shut up. You're giving me a headache."
"Perhaps that's my intentions, Slick."
"What are you girls talking about?"
Naheka delivered a raspberry in response to Boromir's inquiry. Megan howled with bubbling laughter, suddenly snapping out of her tired headache mode and stumbling over C-chan's straggling foot. She toppled over into Jackie, who pushed Naheka over and into the Steward. He was the only one who kept his grip on the earth as the tweenagers fell in a simultaneous thud.
"Rogue, Spark, Fluffy, and Slick," recited Aragorn. "I find that rather amusing, yet pitiful."
"It's called 'sad'," interpreted Megan, or Slick, not making any attempt to get back up on her feet.
"Sadness is mournful---" said Legolas, preparing to say his opinion until a rock flew directly over his blonde head, and dinged off Gimli's dwarvish helmet.
"Shut up, elf," mocked Rogue, Naheka, loudly. "And screw you!"
"Naheka!" groaned Jackie, Spark. "You don't want to say things like that!"
"Oh yeah," she replied in rememberance. "...Dammit."
"Stop swearing, child," said Gandalf finally to end the pointless and rude conversation. "We haven't time for games."
"And they call it a mine!" continued Gimli, slightly annoyed that the four extra members of the company had interrupted him. "A mine!"
"And it's so ugly!" whispered C-chan. The girls shared a rolling snicker.
Aragorn paused and looked around. "It's not a mine," he muttered as Gandalf's newly lit staff cast the strong white glow about the darkness. "It's a tomb."
The girls shrieked in realization that they were lying beside a rotting dwarvish corpse, and scrambled to their feet, jumping up and down, running about as if they were possessed by foul Salem witchcraft* of some sort. They all clung onto each other, shivering and breathing fervently. Legolas crouched to the dusty stone floor and yanked an arrow out of a corpse. "Goblins!" he cried.
Then, a horrid smelling, hideous blue tentacle shot out at them, taking Master Frodo as it whipped in the air. In a flash, Aragorn had unsheathed his sword and sprinted out into the lake, chopping and cutting at the wriggling arms with great accuracy and speed. Legolas was instantly found launching arrows at tender targets. But the second available archer was not there beside him. Megan was still hyperventilating, sort of, still in shock of breathing the same air a dead thing had. But as Jacke and C-chan backed up into darkness, Naheka was... well, valiantly, but actually foolishly charging out there into the fight. She liked fighting. She loved fighting. No. Scratch that. She loved killing.
"Gimmie' that," she said quickly, snatching Megan's bow and quiver from the archer's shivering hands. Leaping upon the precipice of the boulder she was sitting on earlier, she fired a single arrow simultaneously with the elf that stood next to her. Their arrows dinged off course as they banged into each other.
One could probably hear the energetic 'Foom!', the flames of competition burning again. The rogue and prince had unwillingly turned the fight into a competition, and one between supposed alliances at that. Yet for every shot Naheka had made, Legolas seemed to do better. For example, in the millisecond that Naheka had punctured a tentacle, Legolas had wisely shot the wretched face, which was beginning to erupt from the violently bubbling surface of the lake. She went "boom", he went "bang", one could say for a wide contrast.
Frodo looked as if he were falling from the sky itself as Aragorn's slice cleaved the hobbit's chain tentacle. In the blur of water, it was difficult to see whether Boromir or Aragorn had caught him, but it didn't matter. In seconds, everyone had to flee into the Mine as the creature took a final strike, crushing the West wall into a barrier, "Into the gateway! Up the stairs! Quick!" the Fellowship and company... now locked behind it.
~*~
Naheka was still sulking, even after the hours and hours later when the Fellowship had stopped at the three-way pass that Gandalf did not recall. If there was anything Naheka could not stand, it was someone beating her when she thought she could do better. She hated losing. And now, she hated her competitor more than anything. What could she do to get rid of him?
"Why so sullen, child?" inquired Boromir in a whisper so as to not disturb the Istari in his intense concentration.
"Nothing," she muttered in reply. She grunted and got up from her seat beside a once again slumbering C-chan, and went off a few yards to find a good stone wall. When she had found a tall pillar, withering away in shame in the far corner, she cracked her knuckles and just began punching the wall. It hurt her fists badly, turning them red and sore, but she endured it for the first few strikes. She was so furious. She hated it all. All of it. She hated being stuck here. She hated being on this stupid quest. She hated having that sting on her thigh where the mark of the Eye was. She hated having that sting on her fingers whenever she touched Elven craft. She hated it all. All of it.
"What are you looking at?" she spat acidly at Pippin, who had come up to her to offer her a staling cracker and to ask what troubled her. The hobbit frowned before offering her the cracker again. She turned her cheek and began beating the wall again, knuckles becoming red on the verge of bleeding. Pippin shook his head slightly before sticking the cracker in one of her pouches at her belt. Then he squeaked and waddled back to his fellow hobbit companions.
Naheka stopped punching, staring down at the little wafer poking out of her pouch. She sighed. Well, she didn't have to be so angry all the time. Returning to the camp fire, she nudged C-chan to the side and began munching on her cracker without a word. She shot a small, friendly smile to Peregrin, who was sitting across the way from her. His eyes widened as he waved back. Chuckling, she finished the rest of her cracker in a few bites before taking out her knife, and picking up a stone. She began sharpening it.
"What's that for?" asked Jackie.
"You'll see..."
~*~
She had watched Gimli, son of Gloìn** weep over Balin's tomb. And now he stood bellowing like an angry whale, ax wielded and eyes burning, awaiting the orcs to come charging through the barred wooden doors. Legolas and Aragorn had bows drawn and were standing right in front of the dwarf, ready to fire at long distance. Now Naheka could use the plan she had stored in the back of her mind for the past journey through the Mines of Moria.
Slipping a sharpened stone out from her pouch, which was now filled with rocks, and into a handkerchief (which just happened to be C-chan's), she twirled it in the air and slung it through a hole. Orc shrieks came. 'Well,' Naheka thought in satisfaction. 'This'll work just fine for me!'
Taking more steps back, just behind Gimli, she thrust a second stone into a crack, followed by an arrow from Legolas.
Boom!
Orcs flooded the tomb like scarab beetles to a corpse. The battle began.
"C-chan!" hollered Naheka. "Catch!" She tossed her pouch of stones into her friend's hand, then continued fighting with her spear.
It was all a blur of rotting skin and swords. Her head probably would have hit the floor if it hadn't been for Sauron's protection. She had to admit, this was rather intense combat, even for a trained fighter like herself. But the levels struck up as thundering echoed through the battle. The cave troll was approaching.
*I watched a video on the Salem Witchtrials at school... God, that was freaky. They were all going crazy and stuff... Aieek!
** I figured out how to get the little symbol thingies up! Yippee!