Hello, people! I just want to let you know that I don't own any of the
characters except the people and the city of Celytian. Please R+R!!!
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Aragorn looked past the rigid mountains as they waited for the tired hobbits. Gandalf would have objected going this way if he was with them but he fell into the darkness. Aragorn urged them on for who knew what was awaiting them in the cruel cold of the night. The darkening clouds overhead seemed to multiply with impossible speed. Without a doubt it was the work of the Dark Lord. The rainwater splattered down upon the anonymous hooded figures standing nearby in the tall grasses as the Company headed for the cover of the nearby bushes.
The small hobbits shivered while Aragorn stood watch. Legolas fell into one of his dream-like states where his eyes stayed open and he was upright. Aragorn looked into the canyons as the horizon started to glow, as if it was on fire. One by one, the stars appeared and twinkled a light of hope. The moon crept up beyond the canyons and it shed an eerie light upon Boromir's shield. It dawned on Aragorn that the shield's master was nowhere to be seen.
Boromir's sword killed another Orc as the moon rose. The moonlight revealed the numerous enemies before him and then he knew he wouldn't prevail over them. His pride caused him this problem for without his pride, he would not have snuck away from the Company stalking a messenger Orc. He reached for the Horn of Gondor as the Orcs closed in. He brought it up to his lips, about to blow when a sound echoed through the canyon. The shrill cry rang out as many of the Orcs around him fell dead. Many men, dressed in shining robes threw another round of fire at the Orcs. For a fleeting moment, he thought he saw a bit of Gandalf's magic in them. The way they held their heads up high yet, they did not wield staffs. There was a flash of lightning and a crash of thunder.
The Orcs were soon dead. Yet, the foreign army still approached the lone solider. Their leader pushed past the militia and asked, "Thy heart seems troubled. Yet, thou shall not pass these canyons without purpose. May I ask who thou are and what is thy purpose?" Boromir, the proud creature that he is, stated himself as heir of the Steward of Gondor. The leader, tall and muscular, extended his hand. Boromir saw this as an opportunity to gain a friendship and alliance to these strange beings, for they seemed a worthy ally for Gondor. Boromir extended his hand, ready to grasp the man's offer when a swift blow knocked him off his feet. The blow wasn't expected and Boromir was easily bound, his horn falling onto the ground. The leader grabbed him up by the collar and heaved him up the hill. Upon seeing the bright city hidden in the rock cliffs, his eyes widened.
Aragorn heard the noises and recognized the sound of battle. Advising the hobbits to stay behind, he and Legolas crept through the bushes. There was an uncountable amount of Orcs dead or dying upon the cold, barren grass lands. Immediately, Aragorn noticed the shining trinket half buried in the dirt. Not minding the cries of the Orcs as he stepped on them, he ran to the trinket. He swooped down to pick up the object when he heard little voices behind him. "Eww, look at that Orc's face! Ha, half his face is burned off! I hope Boromir gave him that wound!"
Aragorn turned, Boromir's horn in hand, to see Pippin poking an Orc curiously in the eye with his knife. The Orc was still alive and bit at the knife. Pippin screamed bloody murder and hid behind Merry who was laughing. Frodo and Sam found no amusement in this and inched away from the dead Orcs. Aragorn looked at Gimli who shrugged. "I can't baby-sit four childish hobbits."
Legolas cried out. He pointed to a cliff wall, many miles away. A receding army marched toward it, and lucky for the Company, Legolas had elven ears, for without him, the voice of Boromir would have gone unnoticed. Going back to the bushes, the Company took their supplies and headed for the cliff as fast as the hobbits and dwarf could run. Once again, the elven ears of Legolas caught Boromir's voice crying out in pain. The anger rose in Aragorn as even he heard Boromir's screams.
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So, What do you think? Chap 2 up soon, I hope. Plez feel free to review or point out any flaws or mistakes. Thanx!
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Aragorn looked past the rigid mountains as they waited for the tired hobbits. Gandalf would have objected going this way if he was with them but he fell into the darkness. Aragorn urged them on for who knew what was awaiting them in the cruel cold of the night. The darkening clouds overhead seemed to multiply with impossible speed. Without a doubt it was the work of the Dark Lord. The rainwater splattered down upon the anonymous hooded figures standing nearby in the tall grasses as the Company headed for the cover of the nearby bushes.
The small hobbits shivered while Aragorn stood watch. Legolas fell into one of his dream-like states where his eyes stayed open and he was upright. Aragorn looked into the canyons as the horizon started to glow, as if it was on fire. One by one, the stars appeared and twinkled a light of hope. The moon crept up beyond the canyons and it shed an eerie light upon Boromir's shield. It dawned on Aragorn that the shield's master was nowhere to be seen.
Boromir's sword killed another Orc as the moon rose. The moonlight revealed the numerous enemies before him and then he knew he wouldn't prevail over them. His pride caused him this problem for without his pride, he would not have snuck away from the Company stalking a messenger Orc. He reached for the Horn of Gondor as the Orcs closed in. He brought it up to his lips, about to blow when a sound echoed through the canyon. The shrill cry rang out as many of the Orcs around him fell dead. Many men, dressed in shining robes threw another round of fire at the Orcs. For a fleeting moment, he thought he saw a bit of Gandalf's magic in them. The way they held their heads up high yet, they did not wield staffs. There was a flash of lightning and a crash of thunder.
The Orcs were soon dead. Yet, the foreign army still approached the lone solider. Their leader pushed past the militia and asked, "Thy heart seems troubled. Yet, thou shall not pass these canyons without purpose. May I ask who thou are and what is thy purpose?" Boromir, the proud creature that he is, stated himself as heir of the Steward of Gondor. The leader, tall and muscular, extended his hand. Boromir saw this as an opportunity to gain a friendship and alliance to these strange beings, for they seemed a worthy ally for Gondor. Boromir extended his hand, ready to grasp the man's offer when a swift blow knocked him off his feet. The blow wasn't expected and Boromir was easily bound, his horn falling onto the ground. The leader grabbed him up by the collar and heaved him up the hill. Upon seeing the bright city hidden in the rock cliffs, his eyes widened.
Aragorn heard the noises and recognized the sound of battle. Advising the hobbits to stay behind, he and Legolas crept through the bushes. There was an uncountable amount of Orcs dead or dying upon the cold, barren grass lands. Immediately, Aragorn noticed the shining trinket half buried in the dirt. Not minding the cries of the Orcs as he stepped on them, he ran to the trinket. He swooped down to pick up the object when he heard little voices behind him. "Eww, look at that Orc's face! Ha, half his face is burned off! I hope Boromir gave him that wound!"
Aragorn turned, Boromir's horn in hand, to see Pippin poking an Orc curiously in the eye with his knife. The Orc was still alive and bit at the knife. Pippin screamed bloody murder and hid behind Merry who was laughing. Frodo and Sam found no amusement in this and inched away from the dead Orcs. Aragorn looked at Gimli who shrugged. "I can't baby-sit four childish hobbits."
Legolas cried out. He pointed to a cliff wall, many miles away. A receding army marched toward it, and lucky for the Company, Legolas had elven ears, for without him, the voice of Boromir would have gone unnoticed. Going back to the bushes, the Company took their supplies and headed for the cliff as fast as the hobbits and dwarf could run. Once again, the elven ears of Legolas caught Boromir's voice crying out in pain. The anger rose in Aragorn as even he heard Boromir's screams.
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So, What do you think? Chap 2 up soon, I hope. Plez feel free to review or point out any flaws or mistakes. Thanx!