The story gremlins are at it again..so here you go...
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Disclaimer: *sigh* Since I am several billion dollars less richer than Bill Gates, I do not own Lord of the Rings nor can I afford to buy it. *sob* However, I assure you, it WILL be MINE someday. MUAHAHAHA! *sinister laughter* heh heh heh. *grinning evilly* MUAHAHAH-*story gremlin kicks Girl X* OW! Alright I'm writing, I'm writing...
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Chapter 1- Attacks
Tharanduil listened solemnly as Jamri, the head of his army, explained the situation at hand.
"The Humans are attacking innocent Elves here in Mirkwood, sire, and all Elves are being thrown out of Gondor and Rohan with no explanation. Some are being beaten or killed just outside our borders. This must be stopped!"
"Why are they being attacked?" Tharanduil questions, one eyebrow raised in concern.
"The Humans, they are accusing the Elves of practicing evil sorcery through their healing powers." Jamri responded.
"I see. Do whatever you can to see that this is stopped."
"Yes sir."
Jamri turned on her heal and stalked out of the room. Tharanduil stood up from where he sat on his throne and began to pace the room worriedly. This problem could very well lead to war with the Humans. Their alliance with Gondor and Rohan was at stake. Not only that, but innocent Elves were dying. Tharanduil knew in his heart that this was not a problem that could be solved in a matter of hours, or even days. He sat heavily back down on his throne and massaged his temples with his fingers.
"Father?" A voice came from across the room.
"Ah, Legolas. What is it?" Tharanduil asked.
"Word has just come. It's Rivendell, Father. The Humans have attacked it. Lord Elrond requests the assistance of our troops."
Tharanduil sank back into his chair and groaned.
"I never thought it would come to this. Very well, we will send 500 men to Rivendell."
"Yes, Father. There is one more thing." Legolas said.
"What is that?"
"Who will lead them? Jamri is too busy dealing with the smaller attacks, and Honas is off in Lothlorien." Legolas said tentatively.
"I suppose you wish to lead our troops to Rivendell, then?" Tharanduil asked.
"Yes."
Tharanduil sighed again.
"Very well then. May the Valor bless you, my son."
Legolas bowed and left the throne room.
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Disclaimer: *sigh* Since I am several billion dollars less richer than Bill Gates, I do not own Lord of the Rings nor can I afford to buy it. *sob* However, I assure you, it WILL be MINE someday. MUAHAHAHA! *sinister laughter* heh heh heh. *grinning evilly* MUAHAHAH-*story gremlin kicks Girl X* OW! Alright I'm writing, I'm writing...
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Chapter 1- Attacks
Tharanduil listened solemnly as Jamri, the head of his army, explained the situation at hand.
"The Humans are attacking innocent Elves here in Mirkwood, sire, and all Elves are being thrown out of Gondor and Rohan with no explanation. Some are being beaten or killed just outside our borders. This must be stopped!"
"Why are they being attacked?" Tharanduil questions, one eyebrow raised in concern.
"The Humans, they are accusing the Elves of practicing evil sorcery through their healing powers." Jamri responded.
"I see. Do whatever you can to see that this is stopped."
"Yes sir."
Jamri turned on her heal and stalked out of the room. Tharanduil stood up from where he sat on his throne and began to pace the room worriedly. This problem could very well lead to war with the Humans. Their alliance with Gondor and Rohan was at stake. Not only that, but innocent Elves were dying. Tharanduil knew in his heart that this was not a problem that could be solved in a matter of hours, or even days. He sat heavily back down on his throne and massaged his temples with his fingers.
"Father?" A voice came from across the room.
"Ah, Legolas. What is it?" Tharanduil asked.
"Word has just come. It's Rivendell, Father. The Humans have attacked it. Lord Elrond requests the assistance of our troops."
Tharanduil sank back into his chair and groaned.
"I never thought it would come to this. Very well, we will send 500 men to Rivendell."
"Yes, Father. There is one more thing." Legolas said.
"What is that?"
"Who will lead them? Jamri is too busy dealing with the smaller attacks, and Honas is off in Lothlorien." Legolas said tentatively.
"I suppose you wish to lead our troops to Rivendell, then?" Tharanduil asked.
"Yes."
Tharanduil sighed again.
"Very well then. May the Valor bless you, my son."
Legolas bowed and left the throne room.
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