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Chap 12 The Battle of the Ages
As she rode the sounds of battle grew closer. She heard the shriek of a Nazgul. 'Oh, no! Time is really pressing. Eight of the nine are here,' the thought raced through her mind and she pushed Celebel to go faster. The landscape changed and she was at a river. Now all she had to do was find the ford. After searching for what seemed hours she found the ford and crossed.
Upon coming to the other side she found bodies strewn everywhere. There were orcs, wargs, men, and women. The stench was almost unbearable. She rode on as fast as she could to get out of the stench. As she rode the once beautiful scenery was mutilated. The trees were burnt and so were any grass or flowers. Faer wondered if the men of Faramir still lived in this land. If Aragorn would not have come back Faramir would have made a great steward.
Night came and so did the sound of battle. Faer stopped; she knew that Celebel could go no further tonight. She took off his saddle and fell asleep. In her dreams Varda visited her. "You are the hope of Middle Earth. For it has faced this demon before. Yet never was he this powerful. Be careful. You are our last hope." With those last words a bright flash of light came and Faer awoke. A red sun shone down upon her. The sun was redder then any sun before. The men were fighting a losing battle. Faer quickly mounted and rode off. At first she thought about the dream. Then a Nazgul cry pulled back to the real world.
She looked ahead and saw there were still some trees left. After coming around the bend, she saw at least twenty orcs and one Nazgul. 'Well there's another stinky Nazgul,' she thought. She tried to turn back without being seen, but then she heard what sounded like a snake. "Where are you off to girly." It was the voice of the Nazgul. Faer knew it was fight or die.
Turning she pulled out her sword. "Nin crist, calad (My sword, light)," she called and as she said, flames seemed to engulf the blade of the sword. The Nazgul laughed and rode towards her with his sword. Faer swung her sword and half of the Nazgul's blade fell to the ground. She smiled. The Nazgul jumped at her. Her sword went through him. The Nazgul shrieked and his cloak fell to the ground. "Two down, six to go." she looked up at the orcs and charged. The orcs didn't waste a second, they ran.
Celebel stopped at Faer's command. She watched the orcs retreat and she sheathed her sword. She turned in the direction of the Black Gates and rode off. After a few hundred miles she came upon a battle where the men were losing badly.
Faer unsheathed her sword. "Nin crist, calad," she shouted. Her blade was engulfed in a silver flame. The orcs had heard of the sword and most of them fled. There were two that stood there ground. The men and women who had been fighting starred at Faer. She just smiled and charged the two orcs. When she pulled up, two headless bodies fell to the ground. Without saying a word she followed the retreating orcs. The sun was high in the sky, but she didn't stop for lunch. In a few minutes she started to over take the retreating orcs. When they noticed Faer coming they scattered. She kept riding and didn't follow the orcs.
The country was changing again. There was virtually no vegetation. The ground was black and scarred. Oil and ash was everywhere. A stench filled the air, that was worse than rotting corpses. She slowed her horse to a walk. This land was full of perils and she didn't want to risk her horse.
Faer was still miles from the gates. She stopped and listened. Someone was following her, but who? Celebel shifted under her and they started off again.
~*~*~*~* I'm sorry its so short, but the next one will be longer.
~reviews~ LanierShazar: I'm so happy you liked it.
As she rode the sounds of battle grew closer. She heard the shriek of a Nazgul. 'Oh, no! Time is really pressing. Eight of the nine are here,' the thought raced through her mind and she pushed Celebel to go faster. The landscape changed and she was at a river. Now all she had to do was find the ford. After searching for what seemed hours she found the ford and crossed.
Upon coming to the other side she found bodies strewn everywhere. There were orcs, wargs, men, and women. The stench was almost unbearable. She rode on as fast as she could to get out of the stench. As she rode the once beautiful scenery was mutilated. The trees were burnt and so were any grass or flowers. Faer wondered if the men of Faramir still lived in this land. If Aragorn would not have come back Faramir would have made a great steward.
Night came and so did the sound of battle. Faer stopped; she knew that Celebel could go no further tonight. She took off his saddle and fell asleep. In her dreams Varda visited her. "You are the hope of Middle Earth. For it has faced this demon before. Yet never was he this powerful. Be careful. You are our last hope." With those last words a bright flash of light came and Faer awoke. A red sun shone down upon her. The sun was redder then any sun before. The men were fighting a losing battle. Faer quickly mounted and rode off. At first she thought about the dream. Then a Nazgul cry pulled back to the real world.
She looked ahead and saw there were still some trees left. After coming around the bend, she saw at least twenty orcs and one Nazgul. 'Well there's another stinky Nazgul,' she thought. She tried to turn back without being seen, but then she heard what sounded like a snake. "Where are you off to girly." It was the voice of the Nazgul. Faer knew it was fight or die.
Turning she pulled out her sword. "Nin crist, calad (My sword, light)," she called and as she said, flames seemed to engulf the blade of the sword. The Nazgul laughed and rode towards her with his sword. Faer swung her sword and half of the Nazgul's blade fell to the ground. She smiled. The Nazgul jumped at her. Her sword went through him. The Nazgul shrieked and his cloak fell to the ground. "Two down, six to go." she looked up at the orcs and charged. The orcs didn't waste a second, they ran.
Celebel stopped at Faer's command. She watched the orcs retreat and she sheathed her sword. She turned in the direction of the Black Gates and rode off. After a few hundred miles she came upon a battle where the men were losing badly.
Faer unsheathed her sword. "Nin crist, calad," she shouted. Her blade was engulfed in a silver flame. The orcs had heard of the sword and most of them fled. There were two that stood there ground. The men and women who had been fighting starred at Faer. She just smiled and charged the two orcs. When she pulled up, two headless bodies fell to the ground. Without saying a word she followed the retreating orcs. The sun was high in the sky, but she didn't stop for lunch. In a few minutes she started to over take the retreating orcs. When they noticed Faer coming they scattered. She kept riding and didn't follow the orcs.
The country was changing again. There was virtually no vegetation. The ground was black and scarred. Oil and ash was everywhere. A stench filled the air, that was worse than rotting corpses. She slowed her horse to a walk. This land was full of perils and she didn't want to risk her horse.
Faer was still miles from the gates. She stopped and listened. Someone was following her, but who? Celebel shifted under her and they started off again.
~*~*~*~* I'm sorry its so short, but the next one will be longer.
~reviews~ LanierShazar: I'm so happy you liked it.