Master Ambrosius
My Immortal
To Tahlnaith, I hope all goes well for you, live on.
Gnah, more comments from a lousy writer. I can't tell you if Elrond lives, but someone has to die. Okay, you know what to do.
Chapter#5 Into the night
Deep in the caverns of Delrysia, a dark and vast army grew. No one had any idea they were there, nor did they knew who they were under their dark masks and strong leather armor. They had been progressing to their purpose for many months now. They were strong, not a single weak one stood among them. All of the weak discovered had been put to death without a second thought. Their weapons were the finest, crafted by their strong allies, the dwarves who stood by them with only the thought that they would be rewarded with helping to wipe out the race of elves. This 0delighted them greatly. This army.of 450,000 men.was ready.ready to fight.ready to destroy.ready to rid the world of the elves.
But what they did not know was that a smaller army of 10,000 were attempting to destroy them. This army, though it was smaller, fought to regain three single people. Aragorn, of the Dunedain, Legolas of the Woodland realm, and Lord Elrond of Rivendell. This army did not know that brewing in the caverns of Delrysia, a hell army was writhing in place.
Don't even try to find him. He his dead. You're too late. Welcome. Welcome to Hell. An image took form in his mind. He saw someone lean against a grimy wall. He closed his eyes and clutched his torso. Aragorn saw blood trickling between his fingers. His view turned so he saw someone laughing at the wounded man. He removed a sword and slashed at the wounded man's face. He split his cheek. The wounded man shrieked in pain and rage. He pulled his blade in front of him, and clutched the wound on his torso with the other hand. The man who was laughing launched a blow at his head. The other man ducked and parried another blow at his chest. He parried the man's fast man's fast strikes, he was panting and he slowed slightly with exhaustion. The man laughed at him and drove his blade deep in his collar. The wounded man fell to his knees, his head raised to the sky in a painful shriek. He tried to pull the blade from his collar, but the other man held fast, and rotated the blade around, the wound, making it wider. The wounded man's hands began to bleed from grasping the blade's sharp edges. Finally, with a sharp twist of the blade, the wounded man keeled over. The man grinned at the body, and turned away. As the dying man looked up into the dark sky for one last time, Aragorn could see his light blond hair, familiar blue eyes, and two sharp pointy ears.elven ears.
Aragorn screamed inside him. His world whirled around his head. He woke up sweating and panting, someone was kneeling at his side. Legolas looked at his friend's large frightened eyes. He was covered with sweat.
"Aragorn", he whispered softly, "What is it that haunts your dreams so often?" Aragorn grabbed his friend, and held him a tight hug.
"Aragorn, what happened?" Legolas asked, pulling from his friend's embrace. Aragorn burst into tears.
"I had another dream"
"I could see that", Legolas said.
"You were in it, I saw someone killing you. There was nothing I could do to stop it".
Legolas smiled, "I won't be dying anytime soon, my friend, I swear it to you".
Aragorn exhaled sharply, and slumped against a rock. "I'm sorry".
"It is no fault of yours that these dreams plague you each time you lay down to sleep", Legolas smiled at his friend. He sighed and fell silent. Aragorn closed his eyes, and his breathing slowed as he fell asleep again. Legolas reached into his pack and pulled out piece of lemba, he nibbled a corner of the elvish waybread. He stared at the cavern ceiling. He wondered if he'd ever make it out of here alive. They were far from finding Elrond, or being found.
Haldir clenched his fists, and tried to keep hold his rage. He stood up, eyes flashing.
"What is it?" Galadriel asked.
Haldir clenched his jaws together for a moment, "Blood".
"It is Elrond's"
Haldir nodded.
Galadriel sighed, "We need to keep moving". She smiled and patted Haldir.
Haldir scowled, how he wished he could kill them all. It would be easy. It was only a couple of unorganized, smelly mortals.
He motioned to the troops. Each four elves carried an elven boat, and set it down on the shore.
Haldir turned around, to face the sinking blood red sun. Blood had indeed been spilled that night. The sun was fading fast. The elves began lighting tall torches. They began to load rapidly in the boats, carrying the long torches. They flared in the now dark sky. Haldir leaped into a boat with the agility of a cat. He stretched out his hand to help Galadriel beside him. She leaped in the boat without his help. She flashed him a light grin. Haldir nodded in turn. He sat down and picked up his paddle. He nodded at the other rowers that were looking at him for a command. With great strength they rowed silently and smoothly into the night.
To Tahlnaith, I hope all goes well for you, live on.
Gnah, more comments from a lousy writer. I can't tell you if Elrond lives, but someone has to die. Okay, you know what to do.
Chapter#5 Into the night
Deep in the caverns of Delrysia, a dark and vast army grew. No one had any idea they were there, nor did they knew who they were under their dark masks and strong leather armor. They had been progressing to their purpose for many months now. They were strong, not a single weak one stood among them. All of the weak discovered had been put to death without a second thought. Their weapons were the finest, crafted by their strong allies, the dwarves who stood by them with only the thought that they would be rewarded with helping to wipe out the race of elves. This 0delighted them greatly. This army.of 450,000 men.was ready.ready to fight.ready to destroy.ready to rid the world of the elves.
But what they did not know was that a smaller army of 10,000 were attempting to destroy them. This army, though it was smaller, fought to regain three single people. Aragorn, of the Dunedain, Legolas of the Woodland realm, and Lord Elrond of Rivendell. This army did not know that brewing in the caverns of Delrysia, a hell army was writhing in place.
Don't even try to find him. He his dead. You're too late. Welcome. Welcome to Hell. An image took form in his mind. He saw someone lean against a grimy wall. He closed his eyes and clutched his torso. Aragorn saw blood trickling between his fingers. His view turned so he saw someone laughing at the wounded man. He removed a sword and slashed at the wounded man's face. He split his cheek. The wounded man shrieked in pain and rage. He pulled his blade in front of him, and clutched the wound on his torso with the other hand. The man who was laughing launched a blow at his head. The other man ducked and parried another blow at his chest. He parried the man's fast man's fast strikes, he was panting and he slowed slightly with exhaustion. The man laughed at him and drove his blade deep in his collar. The wounded man fell to his knees, his head raised to the sky in a painful shriek. He tried to pull the blade from his collar, but the other man held fast, and rotated the blade around, the wound, making it wider. The wounded man's hands began to bleed from grasping the blade's sharp edges. Finally, with a sharp twist of the blade, the wounded man keeled over. The man grinned at the body, and turned away. As the dying man looked up into the dark sky for one last time, Aragorn could see his light blond hair, familiar blue eyes, and two sharp pointy ears.elven ears.
Aragorn screamed inside him. His world whirled around his head. He woke up sweating and panting, someone was kneeling at his side. Legolas looked at his friend's large frightened eyes. He was covered with sweat.
"Aragorn", he whispered softly, "What is it that haunts your dreams so often?" Aragorn grabbed his friend, and held him a tight hug.
"Aragorn, what happened?" Legolas asked, pulling from his friend's embrace. Aragorn burst into tears.
"I had another dream"
"I could see that", Legolas said.
"You were in it, I saw someone killing you. There was nothing I could do to stop it".
Legolas smiled, "I won't be dying anytime soon, my friend, I swear it to you".
Aragorn exhaled sharply, and slumped against a rock. "I'm sorry".
"It is no fault of yours that these dreams plague you each time you lay down to sleep", Legolas smiled at his friend. He sighed and fell silent. Aragorn closed his eyes, and his breathing slowed as he fell asleep again. Legolas reached into his pack and pulled out piece of lemba, he nibbled a corner of the elvish waybread. He stared at the cavern ceiling. He wondered if he'd ever make it out of here alive. They were far from finding Elrond, or being found.
Haldir clenched his fists, and tried to keep hold his rage. He stood up, eyes flashing.
"What is it?" Galadriel asked.
Haldir clenched his jaws together for a moment, "Blood".
"It is Elrond's"
Haldir nodded.
Galadriel sighed, "We need to keep moving". She smiled and patted Haldir.
Haldir scowled, how he wished he could kill them all. It would be easy. It was only a couple of unorganized, smelly mortals.
He motioned to the troops. Each four elves carried an elven boat, and set it down on the shore.
Haldir turned around, to face the sinking blood red sun. Blood had indeed been spilled that night. The sun was fading fast. The elves began lighting tall torches. They began to load rapidly in the boats, carrying the long torches. They flared in the now dark sky. Haldir leaped into a boat with the agility of a cat. He stretched out his hand to help Galadriel beside him. She leaped in the boat without his help. She flashed him a light grin. Haldir nodded in turn. He sat down and picked up his paddle. He nodded at the other rowers that were looking at him for a command. With great strength they rowed silently and smoothly into the night.