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 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 5- First War: Part 3
My eyes opened and my body lay crushed under all the rocks. All I could see were stones covered with a thin layer of blood. Blood was the last think I wanted to see. I tried to recover what had happened last night and then I knew.
It had all happened too fast. Everyone died just too fast. But why was a spared? Why was I still living? This was not what the out-come was supposed to lead too. I wasn't supposed to be the only one living.
I feel to weak to get out from under these rocks. I feel like the life was sucked away from me. But I couldn't of I was still breathing and my heart was still beating. I didn't want to get out. Blood would be all over floor, walls, and ceilings. Corps would be lying on every foot of the ground. And the smell of death would fill the air. Everything surrounding me would be a reminder of last night.
But they needed to pay. I needed to seek revenge. They NEEDED to die!!!!!
I wasn't going to be a little child anymore. I wasn't going to be a sweet and innocent girl. I was going to be a deadly and feared warrior.
I was going to do what they did to me. Eventfully the whole race of them would fall. And this would happen under my power and control.
I lifted the stones of my trembling body. I felt power fill my veins. I could feel might reach my bones. And I became stronger than ever.
I looked around at my surrounding. Just like I imagined blood, bodies, and a smell that could kill. All the people were dead. No one escaped, only me.
Silence was the only thing I could hear. Silence, is the second thing I hated of all. My mother's body lay only a meter from where I stand. An arrow was sticking out from her chest and a look of both sorrow and relief were plastered on her face. More tears formed in my eyes and they fell on to the red-stained dirt.
I pulled the arrow out from her heart and I wiped away all the blood on her face. This should not have been her fate. I leaned on her now life-less body and cried.
After several hours, I realized this is not how I should act. I need to gain strength. Not stay here sulking in a horrid room. This was all just messed up.
My heart was now stronger than before. I was not a child anymore. I was now a fighter. I was now a warrior.
I grabbed my mother's pure gold and silver necklace. Designs swirled around it. The necklace gave hope, gave faith, gave love. It would be my only belonging of her. It was my only reminding of my real life.
Tears fell quicker as I left the room that I now swear never to return too. I walked away from the throne room that held both good and evil corps. I grabbed the king's dagger. And I grabbed a "creature's" bow and the set of arrows.
Death had taken many just the night before. Evil had won, and good had died.
I heard not one sound. I saw not a single movement. I felt no presence of any simple soul. I smelt nothing of life. I tasted not a breath of goodness.
Then I snapped my head in the sound on a soft cry. I ran over to the corner and pecked my head around it. What lay in front of my eyes nearly knocked me off my feet.
My father was in the center of thousands of those "creatures." Only few were standing. All other others were dead. Many more are now dead. How did this happen?
How could I have not have heard, or seen this happening? I don't know and I technically don't give. Don't if my father is the only other living good soul here. I was going to help him.
I took out the bow and an arrow and aimed it for one of the "creatures." I could feel the fear shiver through my bones. I let go of the sting and the arrow flew through the air. It dove into the thing and it dropped dead.
The remaining four looked in my direction, not seeing me through the rocks. I readied another arrow and put my fingers in the shooting position. I dipped into the open and shoot the arrow. It knocked down one, and papa sliced another.
I grabbed the last of the stolen arrows, and discharged it at one of the remaining things. Papa stabbed the last one. Then he ran up the hill.
He hadn't seen me, and now he would yell at me for not acting lady- like. But I didn't care. Being a lady was over with and I would do what I wanted.
Papa turned the corner and saw me. His face flung from depressed to shook. Then after several seconds he scooped me into a tight hug.
"Papa what were those things that killed everyone?" I asked him. Once again I sounded like a seven-year-old.
"Serinea, honey, please go find safety. It is not safe here. Orcs will come and kill you, like mama," Papa told me. I didn't understand anything but to go. Why would he tell me to go? "Honey, I need to take care of things, when I am finished I WILL come back to you. I promise."
I didn't understand. I was supposed to leave my papa. Fine if he wanted me gone. I would be gone. I can survive on my own. I WILL survive on my own.
"Make for Gondor, it is thee closest and they will care for you while I am gone," I was totally shaken. Why did he want me to leave? "Take Ferain, and I promise I will return to you. I love you my child."
Papa handed me the reins of his black mare, Ferain. He prompts me up, and started me off. I turned around only once to see my papa. I waved and whispered that only I could here "I love you."
***End of Flashback***
Author's Note: I hope you like the story. I hope this is a bit interesting and exciting. This chapter had a little bit of action and I hope you enjoyed it. How good am I at writing action scenes or do I suck?? I really hope you are enjoying this story.
PLEASE 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 5- First War: Part 3
My eyes opened and my body lay crushed under all the rocks. All I could see were stones covered with a thin layer of blood. Blood was the last think I wanted to see. I tried to recover what had happened last night and then I knew.
It had all happened too fast. Everyone died just too fast. But why was a spared? Why was I still living? This was not what the out-come was supposed to lead too. I wasn't supposed to be the only one living.
I feel to weak to get out from under these rocks. I feel like the life was sucked away from me. But I couldn't of I was still breathing and my heart was still beating. I didn't want to get out. Blood would be all over floor, walls, and ceilings. Corps would be lying on every foot of the ground. And the smell of death would fill the air. Everything surrounding me would be a reminder of last night.
But they needed to pay. I needed to seek revenge. They NEEDED to die!!!!!
I wasn't going to be a little child anymore. I wasn't going to be a sweet and innocent girl. I was going to be a deadly and feared warrior.
I was going to do what they did to me. Eventfully the whole race of them would fall. And this would happen under my power and control.
I lifted the stones of my trembling body. I felt power fill my veins. I could feel might reach my bones. And I became stronger than ever.
I looked around at my surrounding. Just like I imagined blood, bodies, and a smell that could kill. All the people were dead. No one escaped, only me.
Silence was the only thing I could hear. Silence, is the second thing I hated of all. My mother's body lay only a meter from where I stand. An arrow was sticking out from her chest and a look of both sorrow and relief were plastered on her face. More tears formed in my eyes and they fell on to the red-stained dirt.
I pulled the arrow out from her heart and I wiped away all the blood on her face. This should not have been her fate. I leaned on her now life-less body and cried.
After several hours, I realized this is not how I should act. I need to gain strength. Not stay here sulking in a horrid room. This was all just messed up.
My heart was now stronger than before. I was not a child anymore. I was now a fighter. I was now a warrior.
I grabbed my mother's pure gold and silver necklace. Designs swirled around it. The necklace gave hope, gave faith, gave love. It would be my only belonging of her. It was my only reminding of my real life.
Tears fell quicker as I left the room that I now swear never to return too. I walked away from the throne room that held both good and evil corps. I grabbed the king's dagger. And I grabbed a "creature's" bow and the set of arrows.
Death had taken many just the night before. Evil had won, and good had died.
I heard not one sound. I saw not a single movement. I felt no presence of any simple soul. I smelt nothing of life. I tasted not a breath of goodness.
Then I snapped my head in the sound on a soft cry. I ran over to the corner and pecked my head around it. What lay in front of my eyes nearly knocked me off my feet.
My father was in the center of thousands of those "creatures." Only few were standing. All other others were dead. Many more are now dead. How did this happen?
How could I have not have heard, or seen this happening? I don't know and I technically don't give. Don't if my father is the only other living good soul here. I was going to help him.
I took out the bow and an arrow and aimed it for one of the "creatures." I could feel the fear shiver through my bones. I let go of the sting and the arrow flew through the air. It dove into the thing and it dropped dead.
The remaining four looked in my direction, not seeing me through the rocks. I readied another arrow and put my fingers in the shooting position. I dipped into the open and shoot the arrow. It knocked down one, and papa sliced another.
I grabbed the last of the stolen arrows, and discharged it at one of the remaining things. Papa stabbed the last one. Then he ran up the hill.
He hadn't seen me, and now he would yell at me for not acting lady- like. But I didn't care. Being a lady was over with and I would do what I wanted.
Papa turned the corner and saw me. His face flung from depressed to shook. Then after several seconds he scooped me into a tight hug.
"Papa what were those things that killed everyone?" I asked him. Once again I sounded like a seven-year-old.
"Serinea, honey, please go find safety. It is not safe here. Orcs will come and kill you, like mama," Papa told me. I didn't understand anything but to go. Why would he tell me to go? "Honey, I need to take care of things, when I am finished I WILL come back to you. I promise."
I didn't understand. I was supposed to leave my papa. Fine if he wanted me gone. I would be gone. I can survive on my own. I WILL survive on my own.
"Make for Gondor, it is thee closest and they will care for you while I am gone," I was totally shaken. Why did he want me to leave? "Take Ferain, and I promise I will return to you. I love you my child."
Papa handed me the reins of his black mare, Ferain. He prompts me up, and started me off. I turned around only once to see my papa. I waved and whispered that only I could here "I love you."
***End of Flashback***
Author's Note: I hope you like the story. I hope this is a bit interesting and exciting. This chapter had a little bit of action and I hope you enjoyed it. How good am I at writing action scenes or do I suck?? I really hope you are enjoying this story.
PLEASE 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!!