The Lord of the Rings
Dream of a Madman
Disclaimer: .. You already know what I'll say. yes.. I don't own everything..
Note: I apologize for writing this chapter so late.. I was on vacation.. So yeah. have I apologized for something on every chapter?
Gandalf walked with a spring in his step. This was a moment of peace, of tranquil rest. Unfortunately it was not eternal. There still was the elf to contend with. Gandalf was beginning to be worried. He was worried before, but now, this was a serious problem.
Celeborn was particularly happy at Gandalf's recovery. It might have something to do with the fact that Gandalf was no longer throttling him. The wind blew through Gandalf's hair as he contemplated a way to reach the elf. He had no idea as to where the elf was. But he could track his pet.
It had been three days since the monsters last attack, and a week since Gandalf recovered. He would have to wait till the creature's next attack. But where would it go? The two elves who had already been attacked where not related to each other in any way. Gandalf shuddered at the memory of the two elves. That head still grinned up to him in his nightmares, and the other one's death was too gruesome to think about. But those kinds of things have a way of creeping into your mind. An image of the mutilated body hanging upside down on a tree flashed in his mind.
Music reached his ears. It sounded like soft voiced children singing. Following the sound, Gandalf reached a stone that had four long marks on it, which reminded Gandalf frightfully of claw marks. He looked around for the children, but only trees surrounded him. Suddenly Gandalf realized he was wrong. A little elf girl stared at him from the opposite side of the stone. Gandalf stared on in mute curiosity, for he was sure the child hadn't been there a moment before. The little girl was suddenly hanging from chains up on a tree! Then Gandalf realized that the chain wasn't hanging from a tree, it was hanging on nothing! The trees where gone and as far as Gandalf could see, there was only darkness. He, the girl on the chain, and the stone where the only things in the void. The hanging girl flickered for a moment, and then reappeared next to Gandalf, though still in chains. The girl clawed at the stone where the claw marks where, except the claw marks weren't there. The girl was making them. Gandalf suddenly came out of the dream. The stone and the girl where gone, and the trees where back.
Light filtered through the green leaves, birds sang beautifully, and no one would ever imagine that eyes watched Gandalf as he walked cautiously away. No one would believe that those eyes belonged to one who hated him with an intense malice, that watched him with such evil.
Dream of a Madman
Disclaimer: .. You already know what I'll say. yes.. I don't own everything..
Note: I apologize for writing this chapter so late.. I was on vacation.. So yeah. have I apologized for something on every chapter?
Gandalf walked with a spring in his step. This was a moment of peace, of tranquil rest. Unfortunately it was not eternal. There still was the elf to contend with. Gandalf was beginning to be worried. He was worried before, but now, this was a serious problem.
Celeborn was particularly happy at Gandalf's recovery. It might have something to do with the fact that Gandalf was no longer throttling him. The wind blew through Gandalf's hair as he contemplated a way to reach the elf. He had no idea as to where the elf was. But he could track his pet.
It had been three days since the monsters last attack, and a week since Gandalf recovered. He would have to wait till the creature's next attack. But where would it go? The two elves who had already been attacked where not related to each other in any way. Gandalf shuddered at the memory of the two elves. That head still grinned up to him in his nightmares, and the other one's death was too gruesome to think about. But those kinds of things have a way of creeping into your mind. An image of the mutilated body hanging upside down on a tree flashed in his mind.
Music reached his ears. It sounded like soft voiced children singing. Following the sound, Gandalf reached a stone that had four long marks on it, which reminded Gandalf frightfully of claw marks. He looked around for the children, but only trees surrounded him. Suddenly Gandalf realized he was wrong. A little elf girl stared at him from the opposite side of the stone. Gandalf stared on in mute curiosity, for he was sure the child hadn't been there a moment before. The little girl was suddenly hanging from chains up on a tree! Then Gandalf realized that the chain wasn't hanging from a tree, it was hanging on nothing! The trees where gone and as far as Gandalf could see, there was only darkness. He, the girl on the chain, and the stone where the only things in the void. The hanging girl flickered for a moment, and then reappeared next to Gandalf, though still in chains. The girl clawed at the stone where the claw marks where, except the claw marks weren't there. The girl was making them. Gandalf suddenly came out of the dream. The stone and the girl where gone, and the trees where back.
Light filtered through the green leaves, birds sang beautifully, and no one would ever imagine that eyes watched Gandalf as he walked cautiously away. No one would believe that those eyes belonged to one who hated him with an intense malice, that watched him with such evil.
