Disclaimer: I do not own Middle Earth or the mythical creatures. I do not
own any man, elf, hobbit, wizard, Dwarves, etc. That you have heard of in
the books or on the movies. This story is based on what J.R.R. Tolkien's
books The Hobbit, The Lord or the Rings, and The Silmarillion. Everything
else (anything that you have not ever heard of) in the fan-fiction belongs
to the author.
Author's Note: This is my first Lord of the Rings fan-fiction so I hope you enjoy it. It is a little different then most stories point of view. But I hope you like it. Please review after you read it.
Child Unmasked: Chapter 4- First War: Part Two
What was going on? The scream, the silence, what was the idea? It scared me more. It scared the whole room more. Everyone cuddled to the sides or back of the caves. No one dared to go even an inch closer to the entrance.
Then I heard a terrifying noise escape the mouths from all around me. A breath that made my skin shiver and my heart freeze. I looked at what directed all the pairs of eyes in their direction.
I looked to the entrance and I saw them. For the first time, I saw them. Creatures horrid, grotesque, and smelly were standing in the doorway. Each and every one of them held swords, daggers, knifes, bows, fire, or spears. It was terrifying.
Orcs. I knew for a fact that they were orcs. They were covered in mud and rust. Their skin was like scaly leather. Their eyes were filled with hate and a longing to kill. Their armor was practically rust and it was jagged with spikes. On their bodies blood was scattered all over. It was almost as it meant to be there. The thick blood was scattered in millions of different designs.
They stood there waiting for one of them to attack. Or maybe they were showing off their awards made of blood. Maybe they had a sick sense of humor and just wanted to see us scared out of our wits. But that couldn't be true; Orcs do not have feelings or expressions. They never have and the absolutely never will.
My heartbeats quicken and I didn't know what to do. Was I supposed to run? Hide? Wait? Fight? Was I supposed to let death take my without struggle? Or die foolishly trying to escape? What was I supposed to do?
The Orcs looked so deadly and powerful. How was I supposed to escape? Was I even meant to stay alive another night? I doubt it. Life I finally realized was short and was not meant for every body. It was only meant to those who were strong, Who were wise, Who were brave, And who had NO fear.
I was not special. I was not strong. I was not wise. I was not brave. And I defiantly DID have fears. I was no one special, so why should I live? I was not meant to perform a miracle or to save the planet when I grow older. I had no purpose in life. So why should I live through the night.
I snapped out of my thoughts when one raised his sword and slammed it down on the closest women. Blood flew from the body and the smell of the dead filled the caves. It was disgusting, if I hadn't been in this cave surrounded by these "creatures" I would have thrown up. This was just sick.
One woman was now dead. Others would be murdered in only a number of seconds. Than the rest of us would follow in the next single hour. One night would claim the lives of thousands. One day would demolish the future to millions. This night was that one-day. This one-day will have the world forever changed. This one simple day would be remembered in both heaven and hell.
Another orc attacked another women and slaughtered her like an animal. More and more women were being killed. Then I saw one of the orcs raise a dagger and slice a small child in half. This was not supposed to happen. A child was supposed to live to be an old man or women. People weren't supposed to die young. This was so messed up. I had enough. I needed to get out of here.
I crawled over to the corner, and started to place the rocks around my weak body. Was it supposed to hold? It probably wouldn't but it would work for now. I had to try living for both papa and mama. I mad a little fort that was big enough for about one adult. Mama was small so we could probably squeeze together.
I crawled swiftly over to my mama, to have her come with me. But Mama was still in shock and I tried to pull her over to me. But she wouldn't budge; she was just too scared. The creatures were advancing and I couldn't wait for her. I had to get back to my little "hideout."
I went into the little hole waiting for me and then I closed it with a few thin stones. I just only hoped they wouldn't find me. I heard screams that terrified me, and made me wish I were too dead. But I didn't want to die. Not today and not EVER.
Red drops ran trough the cracks and dropped on my stained face. They were like teardrops crying for all that were lost. Teardrops were worth more than a million words on a night like this. Each time one trickled down my face another person was taken away.
This hour would always be in my memory. This night would haut my dreams till the day I die and longer. This single day would terrify the rest of my pointless life. If this fight somehow would not demolish my body and my brain I would still be dead to all my hope, all my faith, all my love. No matter what the out come, if I end up dead or alive, for a fact this war would kill all that was inside me; my heart, my soul, my life, and most of all the reason and purpose to love.
I could feel the weight of the boulders on top of me. I knew they would crush my tender bones. Then the stones let way and fell. I just hope that at least I would pass away quickly. I took one last gulp of air thinking this was the ending of my life and of all humanity. Then I closed my eyes and waited for death to take over.
Author's Note: I hope you like the forth chapter of the story. PLEASE tell me what you think. I will continue part three of the flashback in the next chapter. I do not know where this is going, so bear with me. I am sorry if this is not too exciting, I do not consider myself a good writer. I just do this to create someone's life the way I like it. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK.
I LOVE any comments, suggestions, criticism, questions, ideas, guesses, or anything like that. I just REALLY hope that you will review. Please give me advice on what to add in the up-coming chapters!
!!Thank-you!!
Author's Note: This is my first Lord of the Rings fan-fiction so I hope you enjoy it. It is a little different then most stories point of view. But I hope you like it. Please review after you read it.
Child Unmasked: Chapter 4- First War: Part Two
What was going on? The scream, the silence, what was the idea? It scared me more. It scared the whole room more. Everyone cuddled to the sides or back of the caves. No one dared to go even an inch closer to the entrance.
Then I heard a terrifying noise escape the mouths from all around me. A breath that made my skin shiver and my heart freeze. I looked at what directed all the pairs of eyes in their direction.
I looked to the entrance and I saw them. For the first time, I saw them. Creatures horrid, grotesque, and smelly were standing in the doorway. Each and every one of them held swords, daggers, knifes, bows, fire, or spears. It was terrifying.
Orcs. I knew for a fact that they were orcs. They were covered in mud and rust. Their skin was like scaly leather. Their eyes were filled with hate and a longing to kill. Their armor was practically rust and it was jagged with spikes. On their bodies blood was scattered all over. It was almost as it meant to be there. The thick blood was scattered in millions of different designs.
They stood there waiting for one of them to attack. Or maybe they were showing off their awards made of blood. Maybe they had a sick sense of humor and just wanted to see us scared out of our wits. But that couldn't be true; Orcs do not have feelings or expressions. They never have and the absolutely never will.
My heartbeats quicken and I didn't know what to do. Was I supposed to run? Hide? Wait? Fight? Was I supposed to let death take my without struggle? Or die foolishly trying to escape? What was I supposed to do?
The Orcs looked so deadly and powerful. How was I supposed to escape? Was I even meant to stay alive another night? I doubt it. Life I finally realized was short and was not meant for every body. It was only meant to those who were strong, Who were wise, Who were brave, And who had NO fear.
I was not special. I was not strong. I was not wise. I was not brave. And I defiantly DID have fears. I was no one special, so why should I live? I was not meant to perform a miracle or to save the planet when I grow older. I had no purpose in life. So why should I live through the night.
I snapped out of my thoughts when one raised his sword and slammed it down on the closest women. Blood flew from the body and the smell of the dead filled the caves. It was disgusting, if I hadn't been in this cave surrounded by these "creatures" I would have thrown up. This was just sick.
One woman was now dead. Others would be murdered in only a number of seconds. Than the rest of us would follow in the next single hour. One night would claim the lives of thousands. One day would demolish the future to millions. This night was that one-day. This one-day will have the world forever changed. This one simple day would be remembered in both heaven and hell.
Another orc attacked another women and slaughtered her like an animal. More and more women were being killed. Then I saw one of the orcs raise a dagger and slice a small child in half. This was not supposed to happen. A child was supposed to live to be an old man or women. People weren't supposed to die young. This was so messed up. I had enough. I needed to get out of here.
I crawled over to the corner, and started to place the rocks around my weak body. Was it supposed to hold? It probably wouldn't but it would work for now. I had to try living for both papa and mama. I mad a little fort that was big enough for about one adult. Mama was small so we could probably squeeze together.
I crawled swiftly over to my mama, to have her come with me. But Mama was still in shock and I tried to pull her over to me. But she wouldn't budge; she was just too scared. The creatures were advancing and I couldn't wait for her. I had to get back to my little "hideout."
I went into the little hole waiting for me and then I closed it with a few thin stones. I just only hoped they wouldn't find me. I heard screams that terrified me, and made me wish I were too dead. But I didn't want to die. Not today and not EVER.
Red drops ran trough the cracks and dropped on my stained face. They were like teardrops crying for all that were lost. Teardrops were worth more than a million words on a night like this. Each time one trickled down my face another person was taken away.
This hour would always be in my memory. This night would haut my dreams till the day I die and longer. This single day would terrify the rest of my pointless life. If this fight somehow would not demolish my body and my brain I would still be dead to all my hope, all my faith, all my love. No matter what the out come, if I end up dead or alive, for a fact this war would kill all that was inside me; my heart, my soul, my life, and most of all the reason and purpose to love.
I could feel the weight of the boulders on top of me. I knew they would crush my tender bones. Then the stones let way and fell. I just hope that at least I would pass away quickly. I took one last gulp of air thinking this was the ending of my life and of all humanity. Then I closed my eyes and waited for death to take over.
Author's Note: I hope you like the forth chapter of the story. PLEASE tell me what you think. I will continue part three of the flashback in the next chapter. I do not know where this is going, so bear with me. I am sorry if this is not too exciting, I do not consider myself a good writer. I just do this to create someone's life the way I like it. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK.
I LOVE any comments, suggestions, criticism, questions, ideas, guesses, or anything like that. I just REALLY hope that you will review. Please give me advice on what to add in the up-coming chapters!
!!Thank-you!!