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March 1
Many things have happened since I last wrote, but I'll start from where I left off.
Like I said, I noticed Frodo hiding near me, Merry, and Pippin. Merry and Pippin had thought of a way to draw the orcs away from Frodo, so as soon as I had put you away, Merry, Pippin and I jumped out from the place where we were hiding, and we shouted up at the orcs.
"Hey, hey you!" Merry shouted, "OVER HERE!"
"OVER HERE!" shouted Pippin and I.
The diversion worked. Frodo got away, and the orcs started to chase Merry, Pippin, and I. We had got to some sort of clearing, and then the orcs surrounded us. I was scared, so I got out my sword and started slashing at the orcs; Merry and Pippin did the same. We killed a few of them, and right when we were beginning to get tired, Boromir showed up.
He got between us and the orcs, and told us to get away. We had backed away only a few feet, and all the while Boromir was using his sword to kill the orcs. While taking a pause from killing the orcs, Boromir took out a horn and blew on it. The sound of the horn rang out, and for a couple seconds, the orcs slowed the fighting, but then nothing happened, so the orcs started fighting even more fiercley. Then something terrible happened.
One orc brought out a bow and arrow, and shot an arrow at Boromir. It hit him, but he kept on fighting. Then another arrow went into Boromir. I didn't see what happened next, because the orcs picked up me, Merry, and Pippin, and carried us away. We had been captured.
The next few days following the capture are not something that I'd like to remember (the stupid orcs took away my sword and bow and arrow), however, I think it was the 3rd night that Merry, Pippin, and I had been in the clutches of the orcs, a large group of warriors came and attacked the orcs, and Merry, Pippin and I escaped into a forrest. Merry said that it was called Fanghorn.
We had wandered in, and we came upon a little spring of water, where we drank out of.
"This is an interesting forrest," I said, to nobody in particular.
"It is," Pippin replied, "But it's a pity that there isn't any sunlight in here. I almost felt that I liked this place."
Then a voice came out of nowehere, a deep, rumbling voice.
"Almost felt you liked the palce? Well that's a good thing to hear."
Merry, Pippin, and I turned around immediatley, and saw, not a man, but a tree!
"Treebeard some call me, and I daresay that you three have names also?"
"I'm Merry," said Merry, "and this is Harry," he pointed at me, "and this is Pippin," he pointed at Pippin.
"Hm, well, I was told to look for you," said Treebeard slowly, "by Gandalf the White."
"But that's impossible!" I yelled out, "He's dead! We saw him fall in Moria!" Pippin and Merry nodded their heads.
"Don't be hasty, Harry." Treebeard said, "Your friend Gandalf is indeed alive, and he told me to look after you."
"He's alive?" Pippin said, finally starting to believe it.
"YES!" I shouted.
"Now, there is to be an entmoot-"
"What's an entmoot?" I interrupted.
"Don't be hasty," Treebeard replied. "An entmoot is a gathering, a meeting, of us ents."
"And what will you be meeting for?"
"To decide if the ents will go to war," he replied. "Now, I suggest that you three climb up onto me, so we can get going."
Merry, Pippin and I climbed up onto Treebeard, and we headed off to the entmoot, which is where Merry, Pippin, and I are now. We're not participating in it, of course. I should go now, because Merry and Pippin are getting bored. I think I'll conjur up a deck or playing cards so we can play Poker, and use my wizard money to take bets on.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings
March 1
Many things have happened since I last wrote, but I'll start from where I left off.
Like I said, I noticed Frodo hiding near me, Merry, and Pippin. Merry and Pippin had thought of a way to draw the orcs away from Frodo, so as soon as I had put you away, Merry, Pippin and I jumped out from the place where we were hiding, and we shouted up at the orcs.
"Hey, hey you!" Merry shouted, "OVER HERE!"
"OVER HERE!" shouted Pippin and I.
The diversion worked. Frodo got away, and the orcs started to chase Merry, Pippin, and I. We had got to some sort of clearing, and then the orcs surrounded us. I was scared, so I got out my sword and started slashing at the orcs; Merry and Pippin did the same. We killed a few of them, and right when we were beginning to get tired, Boromir showed up.
He got between us and the orcs, and told us to get away. We had backed away only a few feet, and all the while Boromir was using his sword to kill the orcs. While taking a pause from killing the orcs, Boromir took out a horn and blew on it. The sound of the horn rang out, and for a couple seconds, the orcs slowed the fighting, but then nothing happened, so the orcs started fighting even more fiercley. Then something terrible happened.
One orc brought out a bow and arrow, and shot an arrow at Boromir. It hit him, but he kept on fighting. Then another arrow went into Boromir. I didn't see what happened next, because the orcs picked up me, Merry, and Pippin, and carried us away. We had been captured.
The next few days following the capture are not something that I'd like to remember (the stupid orcs took away my sword and bow and arrow), however, I think it was the 3rd night that Merry, Pippin, and I had been in the clutches of the orcs, a large group of warriors came and attacked the orcs, and Merry, Pippin and I escaped into a forrest. Merry said that it was called Fanghorn.
We had wandered in, and we came upon a little spring of water, where we drank out of.
"This is an interesting forrest," I said, to nobody in particular.
"It is," Pippin replied, "But it's a pity that there isn't any sunlight in here. I almost felt that I liked this place."
Then a voice came out of nowehere, a deep, rumbling voice.
"Almost felt you liked the palce? Well that's a good thing to hear."
Merry, Pippin, and I turned around immediatley, and saw, not a man, but a tree!
"Treebeard some call me, and I daresay that you three have names also?"
"I'm Merry," said Merry, "and this is Harry," he pointed at me, "and this is Pippin," he pointed at Pippin.
"Hm, well, I was told to look for you," said Treebeard slowly, "by Gandalf the White."
"But that's impossible!" I yelled out, "He's dead! We saw him fall in Moria!" Pippin and Merry nodded their heads.
"Don't be hasty, Harry." Treebeard said, "Your friend Gandalf is indeed alive, and he told me to look after you."
"He's alive?" Pippin said, finally starting to believe it.
"YES!" I shouted.
"Now, there is to be an entmoot-"
"What's an entmoot?" I interrupted.
"Don't be hasty," Treebeard replied. "An entmoot is a gathering, a meeting, of us ents."
"And what will you be meeting for?"
"To decide if the ents will go to war," he replied. "Now, I suggest that you three climb up onto me, so we can get going."
Merry, Pippin and I climbed up onto Treebeard, and we headed off to the entmoot, which is where Merry, Pippin, and I are now. We're not participating in it, of course. I should go now, because Merry and Pippin are getting bored. I think I'll conjur up a deck or playing cards so we can play Poker, and use my wizard money to take bets on.