GF: Well, here we are again! Go on, Donovan.
Donovan: GriffinFire doesn't own LotR, but she does own Drake, Amy, Celeb'loki, and obviously me.
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Chapter IV - Arrows in the Dark
The Elf and the hobbit behind the Fellowship made as little noise as possible, but Legolas seemed to hear them anyway, as he kept spinning around and eyeing the shadows warily.
When the Nine Walkers stopped for the night at a junction of three passageways, Drake and Amy settled into the rocks just beyond.
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In the middle of the night, Drake was awoken by a scuffling of feet. She rose and silently crept toward the Fellowship's camp. She found Mithrandir on guard. His staff was lit and he was contemplating the three passageways, trying to remember which one they were supposed to take.
Just as Drake was about to return to where Amy was sleeping, a glint of metal caught her eye. It came from above, on a rocky shelf. Drake peered closer and the glint became an arrow, held to a bow by a man cloaked in black, and aimed directly at the silver-blond head of Legolas Greenleaf.
Fear coursed through Drake's body, and she swore quietly to herself in Elvish. She drew her sword and slowly inched towards the other Elf, ready to defend him with her life.
The assassin, focused entirely on his prey, didn't notice Drake. He loosed the arrow and grinned in triumph as it sped towards it mark.
The deadly shaft was mere feet from the Elf prince's head when Drake leaped forward. She flung her left arm into the arrow's path and launched her sword upward at the cloaked man with her right.
The arrow hit Drake's arm, but bounced off of the mail and fell to the ground.
Drake's sword impaled the assassin through the chest, and he had time for only one agonized scream before he died.
The scream woke every member of the Fellowship. Those with weapons drew them, and all searched for the source of the scream. Drake had already disappeared.
"There!" cried Pippin, pointing and backing away from the gory sight of the assassin pinned to the wall like a bug. All of the companions turned to look, and each face was filled with horror and disgust.
"Here is a strange riddle," murmured Boromir, finding the assassin's arrow. "It seems that the cloaked man shot this arrow at one of us, but the arrow was stopped and the man killed by someone. But none of us were awake except for Gandalf, and he is as puzzled as any of us."
"Indeed," replied the wizard. "But there may be more than one of these cloaked men, and surely this was an enemy. We should leave now."
Drake and Amy broke camp as the Fellowship did the same. The Elf carefully made note of which passageway Mithrandir took the other eight down before retrieving her sword.
As she wiped the blade on the assassin's cloak, Drake inspected his face. It was a Man's face, but with orcish features - not entirely human.
But she had no time to puzzle over this. She sheathed her sword and set off after the Fellowship, Amy close behind.
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GF: Sorry about the short chapter, but that's all we needed here. See you in a bit!
Donovan: *mumbling* Like a century from now...
GF: Hey! I'll get it written soon, I promise! Review, or I'll sic Donovan on you! And I'll give him a sword, too!
Donovan: GriffinFire doesn't own LotR, but she does own Drake, Amy, Celeb'loki, and obviously me.
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Chapter IV - Arrows in the Dark
The Elf and the hobbit behind the Fellowship made as little noise as possible, but Legolas seemed to hear them anyway, as he kept spinning around and eyeing the shadows warily.
When the Nine Walkers stopped for the night at a junction of three passageways, Drake and Amy settled into the rocks just beyond.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
In the middle of the night, Drake was awoken by a scuffling of feet. She rose and silently crept toward the Fellowship's camp. She found Mithrandir on guard. His staff was lit and he was contemplating the three passageways, trying to remember which one they were supposed to take.
Just as Drake was about to return to where Amy was sleeping, a glint of metal caught her eye. It came from above, on a rocky shelf. Drake peered closer and the glint became an arrow, held to a bow by a man cloaked in black, and aimed directly at the silver-blond head of Legolas Greenleaf.
Fear coursed through Drake's body, and she swore quietly to herself in Elvish. She drew her sword and slowly inched towards the other Elf, ready to defend him with her life.
The assassin, focused entirely on his prey, didn't notice Drake. He loosed the arrow and grinned in triumph as it sped towards it mark.
The deadly shaft was mere feet from the Elf prince's head when Drake leaped forward. She flung her left arm into the arrow's path and launched her sword upward at the cloaked man with her right.
The arrow hit Drake's arm, but bounced off of the mail and fell to the ground.
Drake's sword impaled the assassin through the chest, and he had time for only one agonized scream before he died.
The scream woke every member of the Fellowship. Those with weapons drew them, and all searched for the source of the scream. Drake had already disappeared.
"There!" cried Pippin, pointing and backing away from the gory sight of the assassin pinned to the wall like a bug. All of the companions turned to look, and each face was filled with horror and disgust.
"Here is a strange riddle," murmured Boromir, finding the assassin's arrow. "It seems that the cloaked man shot this arrow at one of us, but the arrow was stopped and the man killed by someone. But none of us were awake except for Gandalf, and he is as puzzled as any of us."
"Indeed," replied the wizard. "But there may be more than one of these cloaked men, and surely this was an enemy. We should leave now."
Drake and Amy broke camp as the Fellowship did the same. The Elf carefully made note of which passageway Mithrandir took the other eight down before retrieving her sword.
As she wiped the blade on the assassin's cloak, Drake inspected his face. It was a Man's face, but with orcish features - not entirely human.
But she had no time to puzzle over this. She sheathed her sword and set off after the Fellowship, Amy close behind.
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GF: Sorry about the short chapter, but that's all we needed here. See you in a bit!
Donovan: *mumbling* Like a century from now...
GF: Hey! I'll get it written soon, I promise! Review, or I'll sic Donovan on you! And I'll give him a sword, too!
