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Middle Earth Ettenmoors
The Fellowship huddled around a fire in trepidation. They had posted two guards every night upon entering the Ettenmoors and had not yet met serious challenge, a fact that seemed to worry most of them.
At last, the Fellowship members gathered around the fire settled down for the night. At first all was at peace; then the alarum was raised as were the weapons of the nine.
"Build up the fire," Gandalf called to the youngest two hobbits. "This enemy is more likely to fear our fire than our swords," he added to the rest of the fellowship. "We are less than a day from the other side of this foul land. When I give the signal, grab a torch and make haste towards the north-west. We must place our hope with the rising of the sun."
"What signal?" asked Pippin.
"You will recognize it when you see it, have no fear of that," replied Aragorn as he drew his sword. "They come."
As quickly as that, the wooded area filled with the large and ugly Trolls. Few indeed were the weapons that could pierce the Trolls' tough hides. The most effective way to halt the creatures was discovered by Legolas, an arrow in the throat. At last, Gandalf waved his staff and whispered some words in Quenya. The surrounding trees obligingly burst into flame, and each member of the fellowship laid hand upon a burning length of wood readied afore hand and ran with all their strength, battling off Trolls as best they could as they went.
Trolls were never considered particularly intelligent. They showed this consideration to be true when they continued to give chase to the fellowship after the time in which they should have been safely holed up in their caves. Just as it looked as if the Fellowship was in serious trouble, the light of dawn flushed behind them in the east. Soon enough, the sun rose to the delight of the Fellowship and the dismay of the Trolls.
"Run on, run on," called Gandalf. "Let us be out of this foul place and have rest before we enter another." And run on they did. At last, just as the hobbits felt about to collapse, they exited the Ettenmoors and called a halt.
"That then, my young friends, was the Ettenmoors," Gandalf sighed as they settled down. "Many will our trials be, and few our times of rest, once we enter Angmar. Let us rest while we can until tomorrow."
Gandalf's suggestion was met with no resistance by the wearied Fellowship. They took the time to light a fire and cook a fine meal such as they had not seen since leaving Rivendell and did not think to see again for a very long time. All knew that they would enter Angmar, the former kingdom of the witch-king, the head of Sauron's Nazgul, on the morrow, or perhaps the day after.
Apologies for the lateness of this post - I have had major computer problems.
Blablover5: I am glad you like my story. All though Captain Schlaechter doesn't know it, he was chosen because of his family background. He was not given the job of finding the Holy Spear. The next post should go far towards answering your other questions: we will be visiting the Third Reich and England as well as Norway this time.
Middle Earth Ettenmoors
The Fellowship huddled around a fire in trepidation. They had posted two guards every night upon entering the Ettenmoors and had not yet met serious challenge, a fact that seemed to worry most of them.
At last, the Fellowship members gathered around the fire settled down for the night. At first all was at peace; then the alarum was raised as were the weapons of the nine.
"Build up the fire," Gandalf called to the youngest two hobbits. "This enemy is more likely to fear our fire than our swords," he added to the rest of the fellowship. "We are less than a day from the other side of this foul land. When I give the signal, grab a torch and make haste towards the north-west. We must place our hope with the rising of the sun."
"What signal?" asked Pippin.
"You will recognize it when you see it, have no fear of that," replied Aragorn as he drew his sword. "They come."
As quickly as that, the wooded area filled with the large and ugly Trolls. Few indeed were the weapons that could pierce the Trolls' tough hides. The most effective way to halt the creatures was discovered by Legolas, an arrow in the throat. At last, Gandalf waved his staff and whispered some words in Quenya. The surrounding trees obligingly burst into flame, and each member of the fellowship laid hand upon a burning length of wood readied afore hand and ran with all their strength, battling off Trolls as best they could as they went.
Trolls were never considered particularly intelligent. They showed this consideration to be true when they continued to give chase to the fellowship after the time in which they should have been safely holed up in their caves. Just as it looked as if the Fellowship was in serious trouble, the light of dawn flushed behind them in the east. Soon enough, the sun rose to the delight of the Fellowship and the dismay of the Trolls.
"Run on, run on," called Gandalf. "Let us be out of this foul place and have rest before we enter another." And run on they did. At last, just as the hobbits felt about to collapse, they exited the Ettenmoors and called a halt.
"That then, my young friends, was the Ettenmoors," Gandalf sighed as they settled down. "Many will our trials be, and few our times of rest, once we enter Angmar. Let us rest while we can until tomorrow."
Gandalf's suggestion was met with no resistance by the wearied Fellowship. They took the time to light a fire and cook a fine meal such as they had not seen since leaving Rivendell and did not think to see again for a very long time. All knew that they would enter Angmar, the former kingdom of the witch-king, the head of Sauron's Nazgul, on the morrow, or perhaps the day after.
Apologies for the lateness of this post - I have had major computer problems.
Blablover5: I am glad you like my story. All though Captain Schlaechter doesn't know it, he was chosen because of his family background. He was not given the job of finding the Holy Spear. The next post should go far towards answering your other questions: we will be visiting the Third Reich and England as well as Norway this time.