Disclaimer: As you must probably know, Tolkien owns everything related to
Middle Earth, Legolas and Thranduil as well. I own Gwirith, Rhakj, Gurth-
dûr, Argaraf, Ninque, Ithreth and the battle of the dolphins.etc, etc.
Author's note: it seems that no single person is interested in my fic so if I don't get at least one more review I will leave this story here.so please you guys, read and review, review!!!!!. Any ideas or some of the sort are welcome.A huge thanks to my dear dark mellon Marija, THANKS FOR INSPIRING ME!!!! And to the rest of the people who believed in me.(
Chapter 2
Gwirith had suffered all her life span. She was a human whose fate was being in front of an army and fighting side by side with her people. However, her past was even blurred/a mystery to herself. She have not the ability to recall every action she had made or every event she was involved in. Will she ever be able to unravel her days of yore? Will she ever remember her family, if she ever had possessed one?.
Questions, too many questions smiting harshly in her mind.
'Twas not helping to ease the pain. She felt weak, for she had lost enormous quantities of her precious blood. A strong smell came up to her, offending her nostrils. The feeling of sickness was once again disturbing her thoughts and beating her stomach. She could not help it anymore.
The next sunrise seemed to forecast a better day for Gwirith.
-Bring her again. I shall finish her off before she could ask for help.- he screamed to the guards- I want not to deal with humans now, for I am preparing myself for my own attack to them. They have no strength to withstand my thrust. I shall strike hard, specially where it will hurt them the most. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
--flashback-- Thunders. Raylights all over again.
The pain is too strong to bear. Waves of despair reach my brain and knock my waking life down.
--history-
I mahtale pittuinin, The Battle for the dolphins it was called, for an onslaught of these poor innocent mammals was the creation in the hands of a Foe darker than had been Sauron a long time ago. The sadness it provoke on every inhabitant of a very small island was unbearable. The bloodbath shed was heart-breaking. It was impossible to consider the mere thought of it. How could somebody be so evil in his spirit to turn the back on Nature and create such a havoc and mayhem.Only beasts without remorse could have possible achieve such disgrace.
An army was gathered to resist the evil powers of darkness and so the dolphins could be defended from an unseen danger but felt for such a long time. It disturbed the thoughts of many, send shivers to the back of few and set a shadow in the souls of others.
The leader of the army was a simple farmer. However, it stop him not from wanting to take some course of action to end the threat placed into his family and the entire quiet village. These people wandered why they were target of such wrath. They were peasants living in the borders of Middle Earth, in a far off island. A group of men had fleeted from the dark foes and established themselves in that wild land. Although they were descendants of the mortal man, both the names and admiration of this race were towards the divine race of the elves.
Argaraf was the name of the farmer. His wife, Ninque, was bewitched by some evil forces when she got pregnant for the first time. Hence, she was not able to deliver any baby to this world. Worried by his wife's condition, Argaraf prayed to the Valar every single night.
--Make her stronger in her spirit's lights so desperation obliged her not to fall into sadness make her fertile in her warm inside so a child we can bring to this world of darkness--
Every time the moon show her face, Argaraf raised his eyes to where the Valar stand and prayed for a child. No sooner had he started to believe that the Valar may not intervene in his request, a marvelous news he received.
-Your wife is miraculously expecting a child. Grace to the Valar!- proclaimed Ithreth, his mother-in-law, a wise sorcerer already enjoying the last years of her lineage.
-The Valar are indeed greater than all evil strength.-
-Of course, never doubt about that, my son- said lovingly the old woman
-I shall see my wife now. This indeed is overwhelming news- said Argaraf and rush off to find his wife.
--f-
She woke to find herself again in the arena. However, she noticed something odd in her surroundings.The sand was dark underneath her body and the air was so closed in there.
-I must be somewhere underground- she thought. When she intended to continue her research of the place, a dark, strong and hairy hand stroke her face.
-Enough for now, Rhakj-said a dark elf. -She must not be so spoiled, for she will be sold when the moon sets herself again in the sky.
Rhakj grunted and yelled in anger.
-Do as I say or you shall not see the dark light again-menaced Gurth-dûr placing a dagger in the stomach of the soldier. -Now, prepare her for her parting.-he said pushing the soldier to the ground. Rhakj cursed in almost a whisper and took hold of Gwirith's bloody wrists to take her to clean her up.
-Parting, that sound much better than sold. Anyhow, I shall be released from these foul creatures. I shall survive, a few more days at least.- she thought to herself.
She was taken inside the building but instead of going down to the dungeons, she was taken deep inside. First, they walked up the stairs for a while. Then, the dark elf made her turn right where several dorms were arranged in the most oddly and disturbing way. Gwirith was pushed inside to one of the first doors to the left and the door was closed behind her.
She was glad to realize that she was on her own. She deeply breathed several times so as to recover some of her strength left despite the many injuries. She intently looked around her and she was partly amazed and partly scared. The carving on all the furniture where creatures in an agonizing pain for their mouth were wide open and their facial expressions were of those that are being tortured. The wood was dark as the black sky on a stormy day but it shone as dark marble.
She continued to take it all in and she was shock when she was before a large mirror. What shock her the most was her own reflection. A golden armour she once wore. Beautiful as the sunlight and golden as the shining dwarf lord's treasure .. Now it was all rotten and torn apart. Her hair once was of a light brown color as that of eagle feathers flopping in the wind.now mud, blood and dirt covered it all. Slender and delicate was once her body as that of a princess.now full of scars, little cuts and dry blood it was, reflecting the pain she had to bear these past sun and moon circles.
-What will fate bring before me from this moment forth? What ill foe will I have to bear this time?- she said aloud not being able to phantom that there was another presence in the room.
Author's note: it seems that no single person is interested in my fic so if I don't get at least one more review I will leave this story here.so please you guys, read and review, review!!!!!. Any ideas or some of the sort are welcome.A huge thanks to my dear dark mellon Marija, THANKS FOR INSPIRING ME!!!! And to the rest of the people who believed in me.(
Chapter 2
Gwirith had suffered all her life span. She was a human whose fate was being in front of an army and fighting side by side with her people. However, her past was even blurred/a mystery to herself. She have not the ability to recall every action she had made or every event she was involved in. Will she ever be able to unravel her days of yore? Will she ever remember her family, if she ever had possessed one?.
Questions, too many questions smiting harshly in her mind.
'Twas not helping to ease the pain. She felt weak, for she had lost enormous quantities of her precious blood. A strong smell came up to her, offending her nostrils. The feeling of sickness was once again disturbing her thoughts and beating her stomach. She could not help it anymore.
The next sunrise seemed to forecast a better day for Gwirith.
-Bring her again. I shall finish her off before she could ask for help.- he screamed to the guards- I want not to deal with humans now, for I am preparing myself for my own attack to them. They have no strength to withstand my thrust. I shall strike hard, specially where it will hurt them the most. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
--flashback-- Thunders. Raylights all over again.
The pain is too strong to bear. Waves of despair reach my brain and knock my waking life down.
--history-
I mahtale pittuinin, The Battle for the dolphins it was called, for an onslaught of these poor innocent mammals was the creation in the hands of a Foe darker than had been Sauron a long time ago. The sadness it provoke on every inhabitant of a very small island was unbearable. The bloodbath shed was heart-breaking. It was impossible to consider the mere thought of it. How could somebody be so evil in his spirit to turn the back on Nature and create such a havoc and mayhem.Only beasts without remorse could have possible achieve such disgrace.
An army was gathered to resist the evil powers of darkness and so the dolphins could be defended from an unseen danger but felt for such a long time. It disturbed the thoughts of many, send shivers to the back of few and set a shadow in the souls of others.
The leader of the army was a simple farmer. However, it stop him not from wanting to take some course of action to end the threat placed into his family and the entire quiet village. These people wandered why they were target of such wrath. They were peasants living in the borders of Middle Earth, in a far off island. A group of men had fleeted from the dark foes and established themselves in that wild land. Although they were descendants of the mortal man, both the names and admiration of this race were towards the divine race of the elves.
Argaraf was the name of the farmer. His wife, Ninque, was bewitched by some evil forces when she got pregnant for the first time. Hence, she was not able to deliver any baby to this world. Worried by his wife's condition, Argaraf prayed to the Valar every single night.
--Make her stronger in her spirit's lights so desperation obliged her not to fall into sadness make her fertile in her warm inside so a child we can bring to this world of darkness--
Every time the moon show her face, Argaraf raised his eyes to where the Valar stand and prayed for a child. No sooner had he started to believe that the Valar may not intervene in his request, a marvelous news he received.
-Your wife is miraculously expecting a child. Grace to the Valar!- proclaimed Ithreth, his mother-in-law, a wise sorcerer already enjoying the last years of her lineage.
-The Valar are indeed greater than all evil strength.-
-Of course, never doubt about that, my son- said lovingly the old woman
-I shall see my wife now. This indeed is overwhelming news- said Argaraf and rush off to find his wife.
--f-
She woke to find herself again in the arena. However, she noticed something odd in her surroundings.The sand was dark underneath her body and the air was so closed in there.
-I must be somewhere underground- she thought. When she intended to continue her research of the place, a dark, strong and hairy hand stroke her face.
-Enough for now, Rhakj-said a dark elf. -She must not be so spoiled, for she will be sold when the moon sets herself again in the sky.
Rhakj grunted and yelled in anger.
-Do as I say or you shall not see the dark light again-menaced Gurth-dûr placing a dagger in the stomach of the soldier. -Now, prepare her for her parting.-he said pushing the soldier to the ground. Rhakj cursed in almost a whisper and took hold of Gwirith's bloody wrists to take her to clean her up.
-Parting, that sound much better than sold. Anyhow, I shall be released from these foul creatures. I shall survive, a few more days at least.- she thought to herself.
She was taken inside the building but instead of going down to the dungeons, she was taken deep inside. First, they walked up the stairs for a while. Then, the dark elf made her turn right where several dorms were arranged in the most oddly and disturbing way. Gwirith was pushed inside to one of the first doors to the left and the door was closed behind her.
She was glad to realize that she was on her own. She deeply breathed several times so as to recover some of her strength left despite the many injuries. She intently looked around her and she was partly amazed and partly scared. The carving on all the furniture where creatures in an agonizing pain for their mouth were wide open and their facial expressions were of those that are being tortured. The wood was dark as the black sky on a stormy day but it shone as dark marble.
She continued to take it all in and she was shock when she was before a large mirror. What shock her the most was her own reflection. A golden armour she once wore. Beautiful as the sunlight and golden as the shining dwarf lord's treasure .. Now it was all rotten and torn apart. Her hair once was of a light brown color as that of eagle feathers flopping in the wind.now mud, blood and dirt covered it all. Slender and delicate was once her body as that of a princess.now full of scars, little cuts and dry blood it was, reflecting the pain she had to bear these past sun and moon circles.
-What will fate bring before me from this moment forth? What ill foe will I have to bear this time?- she said aloud not being able to phantom that there was another presence in the room.