Hi! This chapter and the next I was short on ideas but here's the best I
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They all watched as a little girl was walked past them. She was shaking with terror. "They scared me so I told mom, she took me here. She said they were over 50 strong." Arwen took the girl.
"Go! Hurry before someone gets injured!" Arwen tossed Namarie her sword and Glacier's noting that a dagger had appeared in Glacier's hand the moment she arrived. The dagger disappeared as she took her sword from Namarie and grabbed a bow and a few arrows. Next, she slipped on a belt and strapped the sword to it. Namarie followed suit, minus the dagger. The two hiked up their dresses and ran after the others.
"This way!" yelled Aragorn, looking at orc tracks in the mud. They had been running for an hour but they got closer to their prey. Namarie saw the freshly made tracks as she darted between trees. She yelled back to the others.
"They passed a few minutes ago!" The pace picked up. Finally, after what seemed like hours they broke into a large field. Namarie felt the tension rise in both groups as they waited for the first arrow to be loosed. Zing! Five Orcs fell dead. Soon the Orcs, having no archers, charged forward. Arrows took down three more before it was close combat.
"Hold your arrows! Swords have the advantage now!" Namarie yelled that and repeated it in a loud, clear voice. She wasn't captain of Fangorn's army for nothing. The split second of shout and drawing her sword cost her. She felt a cold pain slice through her right arm. 'It's a good thing I'm a lefty' she thought. The injury made her fight on with a reason, not a great one but a reason all the same- revenge. She spun her sword in a half moon and took out the orc that had cut her arm. She grimly smiled as she faced her next opponent.
Across the field Aragorn and Legolas drew swords. Legolas had his twin blades and Aragorn his one sword. Gimli swung his axe fiercely at the Orcs. Legolas had just finished off an orc when something shadowed him. It was an orc, a very large orc. He spun around to meet it but knew only too well that he might be to slow. The monster grinned, sensing hesitation in its prey. It raised its axe, ready to deliver the fatal blow. Legolas knew he had paused to long. He turned to meet his fate. Clang! A sword parried the blow. It was Glacier, standing in front of him. He noticed her eyes were slightly watery. She was fully occupied with this one orc and while she killed it Legolas watched her back. Glacier met the Orc's charge as it came at her. With her free hand she stuffed her dagger into its side. It screamed in pain and dropped its axe. She swung her sword and killed it.
"It killed that young elf, Legolas. The poor thing didn't do anything. This orc just killed it. It wouldn't have been so bad if it was in a fight, but it wasn't." Her face hardened. She went back to her clam self. "Let's slay these Orcs!" She was a dancer of death. Legolas marveled at her sword skills as she and her sword dealt death with each blow.
A dwarf fell dead, an arrow protruding from his back. "Archers! Archers in the trees!" Namarie called out the warning to all. She motioned to Gimli and Aragorn. "Come; let us kill them before they can take more lives." They ran to the trees, Namarie in the lead, ducking the volley of arrows being aimed at her. She made it into the woods and waited silently for Aragorn and Gimli. "Now." She whispered and the trio climbed the trees. They killed the Orcs before warning could slip out. They moved to the next tree.
Glacier was in the midst of the fighting. Suddenly, she felt metal wrap tightly around her feet. Unprepared for this, she gave a soft cry and fell to the ground. She barley saw the orc come at her. She cringed as steel bite into her thigh, cutting muscle. Her next action spared her life. She brought her sword to her face and stabbed straight up, spearing the orc. She could feel her strength give out and pain rush to her leg. She dropped the sword and pulled it out of the orc. She examined her leg. 'Not too bad. It could be worse.' She tugged at the chain. It wouldn't come loose. The she-elf struggled with it as an orc approached her. It knew she was helpless. Glacier reached for her sword but it was too late. The orc would be on her before she could do a thing.
Namarie killed the last archer and heard it hit the ground with a thud. Aragorn and Gimli were already fighting once more. Cat-like, she jumped down and stalked the Orcs nearest to her. She stabbed the first one but the other heard. She had lost surprise but she could still fight with out it. She parried the Orc's sword and stepped to the left. It gave her a good open shot at his unprotected head. She whipped out her bow and shot the orc. It stumbled back and hit two more. Namarie stood in a fighting stance, her bow raised and said. "Bring it on." She let go and her first arrow fly true.
The orc fell dead next to Glacier. An arrow stuck out from its throat. "Legolas." She said breathlessly, finally freeing herself of the chain. "Thank you."
"Returning the favor." He bent over and helped her up off the blood stained ground. "There are two captives just over the hill. Will you come free them with me?" Glacier's eyes sparked.
"Let us save them from these horrid creatures." The two ran towards the hill, Glacier just slightly lagging behind. For a second, she touched her leg and winced, before going over the top of the hill.
Namarie downed another one with her bow. She looked over the battle scene. No orc remained standing. She heard shouts of: "We've won!" all over the place. She smiled and thought of their losses. A dwarf and that one elf killed by the orc. She ran to the others and noted four people coming down a hill. To a human these could have been Orcs, but in Namarie's elf eyes they were Legolas, Glacier and two elves she had never before seen. Glacier was limping and Legolas supported her on one side. One of the others had her other side. Suddenly concerned, Namarie sprinted over to meet them. The four were smiling and as Namarie intercepted them Glacier said.
"I'll assume we won."
"What happened?"
"We should make haste to leave here back to Rivendel. Questions can be answered there once things have been taken care of." Namarie knew her friend spoke the truth. She looked at Glacier's leg which had been wrapped in a piece of what looked like the hem of her dress. A dark red spot was blossoming from it.
"Glacier. You wounded!" They walked swiftly back to Rivendel. Glacier was getting paler as they went so Namarie told Legolas to help her watch Glacier. The two stuck close to her. Glacier knew how tired she was. When she saw Rivendel she was relieved. She was taken to Elrond immediately.
Her muscled screamed in protest at the mere prospect of sitting. Once she sat though, she lost herself by looking into the trees. As Elrond looked at her injury she lost consciousness.
Everything was black. She felt only pain at first but it lessened and she knew she was a wolf. She was as black as the darkness around her. Her new senses urged her to explore but all she wanted to do was sleep. The darkness took form and shape. It was another wolf. They fought and it bit her arm. She bit it and the fight ended with her pinning the wolf down. A voice spoke in her mind. GOOD JOB PACKMATE. AWAKEN NOW AND GREET THE LIGHT. I WILL COME TO YOU WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT.
Glacier opened her eyes and looked to the source of light, a window. She smiled and noticed a familiar face peering down closely at her. "Good Morning! I'm so glad your okay!" It was Namarie. "Want some soup?" A spoon was pressed to her face. Glacier backed up.
"Ack!" Glacier said as she fell out of the bed. Namarie giggled. Then in a concerned voice she asked.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. I really didn't want the soup." Namarie laughed again and helped Glacier up off the ground. "What's this?"
"What" Glacier stuck her left arm out. There was a pattern of silver scar-like things in the shape of a crescent moon. It looked like some kind of dog bite. Neither had seen it before.
"I don't know what it is." Namarie looked away. Those marks made her feel as though she were in a dream. She could not tell if they were big or small. She couldn't look at them.
"I remember.I dreamt I was bit by a wolf. We fought and I won. It spoke to me but I can't remember what it said. Could it really have happened in some far off land?" Namarie had no answer.
"I am going to eat. You can join me when you're ready." She took off downstairs. She walked down to the breakfast hall.
"How is she?" asked Aragorn.
"Fine, she'll be joining us shortly." Namarie voiced a question to Elrond. "If you dream something can it happen, come true? Even if you didn't do anything?" Elrond calmly replied.
"Yes, it is quite unusual but it can be done. Why? Did something happen last night?"
"No. Glacier had a dream that she fought with a wolf and won. It bit her and this morning there are scars as if some big dog had bitten her."
"Don't worry." Namarie reached for a plate and Glacier came down to the table wearing traveling clothes. She sat down next to Namarie and Legolas.
"Morning!" Legolas looked at her arm. Sure enough there was a series of marks. He couldn't quite focus on them. He drew his eyes away and listened to her next question. "When will we head to Wolfwood?" She had a very staid appearance even as she spoke enthusiastically.
"You are not yet fully healed, my lady."
"Elrond, I am perfectly fine. Besides Orcs don't care if I'm up and about or not. We have to go soon. Today perhaps. Ask Namarie, she'll say if I'm ready to go or not." Elrond looked at Namarie. She smiled and said.
"She's perfectly fine, my lord."
"I still don't think."
"Look, I'm going whether you like it or not. Besides, I heal quickly and going to my home can only speed up my healing rate."
"Very well, then. Get ready. We leave after breakfast." Glacier grinned.
"I'm done! Let's go get our mounts Namarie! I'll race you."
"You know you'll win."
"So? You weren't made captain of Fangorn for sitting around! I haven't got a good run in a while. Let's go!"
"Fine." Namarie got up and stood next to Glacier. "Will someone tell us when to go?"
"Go!" They raced and Glacier beat Namarie by half a minute. They ran into the stables laughing.
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They all watched as a little girl was walked past them. She was shaking with terror. "They scared me so I told mom, she took me here. She said they were over 50 strong." Arwen took the girl.
"Go! Hurry before someone gets injured!" Arwen tossed Namarie her sword and Glacier's noting that a dagger had appeared in Glacier's hand the moment she arrived. The dagger disappeared as she took her sword from Namarie and grabbed a bow and a few arrows. Next, she slipped on a belt and strapped the sword to it. Namarie followed suit, minus the dagger. The two hiked up their dresses and ran after the others.
"This way!" yelled Aragorn, looking at orc tracks in the mud. They had been running for an hour but they got closer to their prey. Namarie saw the freshly made tracks as she darted between trees. She yelled back to the others.
"They passed a few minutes ago!" The pace picked up. Finally, after what seemed like hours they broke into a large field. Namarie felt the tension rise in both groups as they waited for the first arrow to be loosed. Zing! Five Orcs fell dead. Soon the Orcs, having no archers, charged forward. Arrows took down three more before it was close combat.
"Hold your arrows! Swords have the advantage now!" Namarie yelled that and repeated it in a loud, clear voice. She wasn't captain of Fangorn's army for nothing. The split second of shout and drawing her sword cost her. She felt a cold pain slice through her right arm. 'It's a good thing I'm a lefty' she thought. The injury made her fight on with a reason, not a great one but a reason all the same- revenge. She spun her sword in a half moon and took out the orc that had cut her arm. She grimly smiled as she faced her next opponent.
Across the field Aragorn and Legolas drew swords. Legolas had his twin blades and Aragorn his one sword. Gimli swung his axe fiercely at the Orcs. Legolas had just finished off an orc when something shadowed him. It was an orc, a very large orc. He spun around to meet it but knew only too well that he might be to slow. The monster grinned, sensing hesitation in its prey. It raised its axe, ready to deliver the fatal blow. Legolas knew he had paused to long. He turned to meet his fate. Clang! A sword parried the blow. It was Glacier, standing in front of him. He noticed her eyes were slightly watery. She was fully occupied with this one orc and while she killed it Legolas watched her back. Glacier met the Orc's charge as it came at her. With her free hand she stuffed her dagger into its side. It screamed in pain and dropped its axe. She swung her sword and killed it.
"It killed that young elf, Legolas. The poor thing didn't do anything. This orc just killed it. It wouldn't have been so bad if it was in a fight, but it wasn't." Her face hardened. She went back to her clam self. "Let's slay these Orcs!" She was a dancer of death. Legolas marveled at her sword skills as she and her sword dealt death with each blow.
A dwarf fell dead, an arrow protruding from his back. "Archers! Archers in the trees!" Namarie called out the warning to all. She motioned to Gimli and Aragorn. "Come; let us kill them before they can take more lives." They ran to the trees, Namarie in the lead, ducking the volley of arrows being aimed at her. She made it into the woods and waited silently for Aragorn and Gimli. "Now." She whispered and the trio climbed the trees. They killed the Orcs before warning could slip out. They moved to the next tree.
Glacier was in the midst of the fighting. Suddenly, she felt metal wrap tightly around her feet. Unprepared for this, she gave a soft cry and fell to the ground. She barley saw the orc come at her. She cringed as steel bite into her thigh, cutting muscle. Her next action spared her life. She brought her sword to her face and stabbed straight up, spearing the orc. She could feel her strength give out and pain rush to her leg. She dropped the sword and pulled it out of the orc. She examined her leg. 'Not too bad. It could be worse.' She tugged at the chain. It wouldn't come loose. The she-elf struggled with it as an orc approached her. It knew she was helpless. Glacier reached for her sword but it was too late. The orc would be on her before she could do a thing.
Namarie killed the last archer and heard it hit the ground with a thud. Aragorn and Gimli were already fighting once more. Cat-like, she jumped down and stalked the Orcs nearest to her. She stabbed the first one but the other heard. She had lost surprise but she could still fight with out it. She parried the Orc's sword and stepped to the left. It gave her a good open shot at his unprotected head. She whipped out her bow and shot the orc. It stumbled back and hit two more. Namarie stood in a fighting stance, her bow raised and said. "Bring it on." She let go and her first arrow fly true.
The orc fell dead next to Glacier. An arrow stuck out from its throat. "Legolas." She said breathlessly, finally freeing herself of the chain. "Thank you."
"Returning the favor." He bent over and helped her up off the blood stained ground. "There are two captives just over the hill. Will you come free them with me?" Glacier's eyes sparked.
"Let us save them from these horrid creatures." The two ran towards the hill, Glacier just slightly lagging behind. For a second, she touched her leg and winced, before going over the top of the hill.
Namarie downed another one with her bow. She looked over the battle scene. No orc remained standing. She heard shouts of: "We've won!" all over the place. She smiled and thought of their losses. A dwarf and that one elf killed by the orc. She ran to the others and noted four people coming down a hill. To a human these could have been Orcs, but in Namarie's elf eyes they were Legolas, Glacier and two elves she had never before seen. Glacier was limping and Legolas supported her on one side. One of the others had her other side. Suddenly concerned, Namarie sprinted over to meet them. The four were smiling and as Namarie intercepted them Glacier said.
"I'll assume we won."
"What happened?"
"We should make haste to leave here back to Rivendel. Questions can be answered there once things have been taken care of." Namarie knew her friend spoke the truth. She looked at Glacier's leg which had been wrapped in a piece of what looked like the hem of her dress. A dark red spot was blossoming from it.
"Glacier. You wounded!" They walked swiftly back to Rivendel. Glacier was getting paler as they went so Namarie told Legolas to help her watch Glacier. The two stuck close to her. Glacier knew how tired she was. When she saw Rivendel she was relieved. She was taken to Elrond immediately.
Her muscled screamed in protest at the mere prospect of sitting. Once she sat though, she lost herself by looking into the trees. As Elrond looked at her injury she lost consciousness.
Everything was black. She felt only pain at first but it lessened and she knew she was a wolf. She was as black as the darkness around her. Her new senses urged her to explore but all she wanted to do was sleep. The darkness took form and shape. It was another wolf. They fought and it bit her arm. She bit it and the fight ended with her pinning the wolf down. A voice spoke in her mind. GOOD JOB PACKMATE. AWAKEN NOW AND GREET THE LIGHT. I WILL COME TO YOU WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT.
Glacier opened her eyes and looked to the source of light, a window. She smiled and noticed a familiar face peering down closely at her. "Good Morning! I'm so glad your okay!" It was Namarie. "Want some soup?" A spoon was pressed to her face. Glacier backed up.
"Ack!" Glacier said as she fell out of the bed. Namarie giggled. Then in a concerned voice she asked.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. I really didn't want the soup." Namarie laughed again and helped Glacier up off the ground. "What's this?"
"What" Glacier stuck her left arm out. There was a pattern of silver scar-like things in the shape of a crescent moon. It looked like some kind of dog bite. Neither had seen it before.
"I don't know what it is." Namarie looked away. Those marks made her feel as though she were in a dream. She could not tell if they were big or small. She couldn't look at them.
"I remember.I dreamt I was bit by a wolf. We fought and I won. It spoke to me but I can't remember what it said. Could it really have happened in some far off land?" Namarie had no answer.
"I am going to eat. You can join me when you're ready." She took off downstairs. She walked down to the breakfast hall.
"How is she?" asked Aragorn.
"Fine, she'll be joining us shortly." Namarie voiced a question to Elrond. "If you dream something can it happen, come true? Even if you didn't do anything?" Elrond calmly replied.
"Yes, it is quite unusual but it can be done. Why? Did something happen last night?"
"No. Glacier had a dream that she fought with a wolf and won. It bit her and this morning there are scars as if some big dog had bitten her."
"Don't worry." Namarie reached for a plate and Glacier came down to the table wearing traveling clothes. She sat down next to Namarie and Legolas.
"Morning!" Legolas looked at her arm. Sure enough there was a series of marks. He couldn't quite focus on them. He drew his eyes away and listened to her next question. "When will we head to Wolfwood?" She had a very staid appearance even as she spoke enthusiastically.
"You are not yet fully healed, my lady."
"Elrond, I am perfectly fine. Besides Orcs don't care if I'm up and about or not. We have to go soon. Today perhaps. Ask Namarie, she'll say if I'm ready to go or not." Elrond looked at Namarie. She smiled and said.
"She's perfectly fine, my lord."
"I still don't think."
"Look, I'm going whether you like it or not. Besides, I heal quickly and going to my home can only speed up my healing rate."
"Very well, then. Get ready. We leave after breakfast." Glacier grinned.
"I'm done! Let's go get our mounts Namarie! I'll race you."
"You know you'll win."
"So? You weren't made captain of Fangorn for sitting around! I haven't got a good run in a while. Let's go!"
"Fine." Namarie got up and stood next to Glacier. "Will someone tell us when to go?"
"Go!" They raced and Glacier beat Namarie by half a minute. They ran into the stables laughing.
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