Throughout the city the news ran like wildfire, Minas Tirith was drowning
in blood. Women gathered their children and hid in their houses, guards
searched the small places hidden within for sign of the curse.
All the while there was no news from the King, no announcement to calm the
people, no statement of promised vengeance. Many gathered their belongings
and began to pack them on the carts and in to sacks to carry away, praying
that the evil would not follow them.
In the fields below Legolas led the remains of Gondor's army, surveying the ground, searching for any sign of the source, as the afternoon drew on the blood became thicker and began to trickle down the fields towards the Anduin. The stones of the city remained white and untouched, a fact that puzzled the Elf, tracing his fingers over the smooth stone he closed his eyes and allowed his consciousness to fade away. The stones were cool and resonated with nothing but purity but the closer to the earth he went he began to feel something, almost indefinable. Opening his eyes he looked at his hands expecting to see blood covering them, but they were clean, unsullied. Reeling with shock Legolas reached over to one of the guards, he caught the man's arm. As his hand brushed against the weathered skin of the man's arm he let out a cry of shock.
"Your hand!"
Legolas recoiled and looked at his hand, there were no marks on it and no blood covered it.
"It is as cold as the tomb."
Reaching it up to his face he brushed his fingers across his skin. They felt like marble, a deep cold coming from them. Closing his eyes he recognised the feeling as the one he had felt from the stone, no foreboding or evil just cold. Shivering he motioned or the men to follow him. This evil was older then they knew, expected, planned for even. The wheels for these deeds had been set in motion an age ago. Suddenly some things were becoming clear.
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The air was icy, the stones now covered in frost. Shivering he listened to the chilling sounds coming from the stairwell. *I should move, warn Aragorn, tell them what has happened* The only thing that moved were his eyes looking down in to the stairwell, the light faded and became night. High above his head the cobwebs were thick, laced with ice, glittering in the dull torch light. Every second seemed to stray in to minutes and then in to hours. How long he had waited here after running from Gandalf he couldn't remember. *Pip is down there. I know it, Frodo too* The questions that had haunted him for hours returned. Where did Frodo come in to this? Bending his thoughts he fought to remember his cousin as he had been before the Ring. The smile had been light where darkness now haunted.
"He would look to the East, not like he were looking at anything real but something that weren't there. When the Black Riders were near it was like he leaned toward 'em, like he wanted to be caught. It was the Ring, but then it stopped being Mister Frodo and it was just the Ring."
Perhaps Sam had seen something that they hadn't recognised. The Ring.
"It stopped being Mister Frodo and it was just the Ring"
"Mister Frodo.just the Ring"
"Just the Ring"
Merry felt his heart pound. Climbing to his feet he ran toward the stairway, that was it, Aragorn would know what to do, it wasn't Frodo anymore, it was just the Ring!
As the sound of the hobbit's feet echoed in the now empty corridor the silence began to seep through the stones from the cellar, the straw on the floor rotted and was frozen, the silence stifled the torches, one by one going out and leaving to darkness. Out of the stairwell voices began to chitter and murmur, small cries echoed screams rose and fell, High above the light cobwebs began to constrict as the air became tighter the voices rising to a crescendo and dying in to nothing, until they shattered, tiny shards of glittering ice fell in silence to hit the floor with the sound of a hammer strike. As the noise faded the sounds began again, louder, faster until they filled the air and began to spill through the cracks in to the next rooms, leaving the shards sparkling in the gloom.
I would like to apologise to everyone for taking many months to write this chapter, but a lot has been happening and I managed to build myself in to my own private Helm's Deep which I am only just beginning to find my way out of. I want to wish everyone a great xmas and new Year and if you haven't already GO AND SEE THE TWO TOWERS!!!!
In the fields below Legolas led the remains of Gondor's army, surveying the ground, searching for any sign of the source, as the afternoon drew on the blood became thicker and began to trickle down the fields towards the Anduin. The stones of the city remained white and untouched, a fact that puzzled the Elf, tracing his fingers over the smooth stone he closed his eyes and allowed his consciousness to fade away. The stones were cool and resonated with nothing but purity but the closer to the earth he went he began to feel something, almost indefinable. Opening his eyes he looked at his hands expecting to see blood covering them, but they were clean, unsullied. Reeling with shock Legolas reached over to one of the guards, he caught the man's arm. As his hand brushed against the weathered skin of the man's arm he let out a cry of shock.
"Your hand!"
Legolas recoiled and looked at his hand, there were no marks on it and no blood covered it.
"It is as cold as the tomb."
Reaching it up to his face he brushed his fingers across his skin. They felt like marble, a deep cold coming from them. Closing his eyes he recognised the feeling as the one he had felt from the stone, no foreboding or evil just cold. Shivering he motioned or the men to follow him. This evil was older then they knew, expected, planned for even. The wheels for these deeds had been set in motion an age ago. Suddenly some things were becoming clear.
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The air was icy, the stones now covered in frost. Shivering he listened to the chilling sounds coming from the stairwell. *I should move, warn Aragorn, tell them what has happened* The only thing that moved were his eyes looking down in to the stairwell, the light faded and became night. High above his head the cobwebs were thick, laced with ice, glittering in the dull torch light. Every second seemed to stray in to minutes and then in to hours. How long he had waited here after running from Gandalf he couldn't remember. *Pip is down there. I know it, Frodo too* The questions that had haunted him for hours returned. Where did Frodo come in to this? Bending his thoughts he fought to remember his cousin as he had been before the Ring. The smile had been light where darkness now haunted.
"He would look to the East, not like he were looking at anything real but something that weren't there. When the Black Riders were near it was like he leaned toward 'em, like he wanted to be caught. It was the Ring, but then it stopped being Mister Frodo and it was just the Ring."
Perhaps Sam had seen something that they hadn't recognised. The Ring.
"It stopped being Mister Frodo and it was just the Ring"
"Mister Frodo.just the Ring"
"Just the Ring"
Merry felt his heart pound. Climbing to his feet he ran toward the stairway, that was it, Aragorn would know what to do, it wasn't Frodo anymore, it was just the Ring!
As the sound of the hobbit's feet echoed in the now empty corridor the silence began to seep through the stones from the cellar, the straw on the floor rotted and was frozen, the silence stifled the torches, one by one going out and leaving to darkness. Out of the stairwell voices began to chitter and murmur, small cries echoed screams rose and fell, High above the light cobwebs began to constrict as the air became tighter the voices rising to a crescendo and dying in to nothing, until they shattered, tiny shards of glittering ice fell in silence to hit the floor with the sound of a hammer strike. As the noise faded the sounds began again, louder, faster until they filled the air and began to spill through the cracks in to the next rooms, leaving the shards sparkling in the gloom.
I would like to apologise to everyone for taking many months to write this chapter, but a lot has been happening and I managed to build myself in to my own private Helm's Deep which I am only just beginning to find my way out of. I want to wish everyone a great xmas and new Year and if you haven't already GO AND SEE THE TWO TOWERS!!!!