Chapter Six
After worrying for many hours on Merry's behalf, I finally fell asleep. I finally decided on asking Pippin to be my companion. I had a hard time getting any sleep for nightmares, more like nightorcs!
An orc came to my horse and untied Lightfoot, but came unarmed, towards me. I thought, "Good grief! I finally have a chance to show my courage, and I don't even have a weapon!" I rose slowly and quietly as the thing walked into my tent.
My pendant of the Gondorian tree with its seven stars shone a dull blue. I went to the orc and SLLLAAAPPP!!!! straight across the face. I hit it with such force that I woke up. I rubbed at my sapphire eyes. Regaining my sight, I saw a small figure sitting near the entrance of my tent. I saw who it was. "O.my.gosh. Pippin, are you alright??? Oh man, I'm soooo sorrry!! Are you alright? Um, Pippin, you might want to see Gwen now."
He had five bloody streaks arcoss his face from my finger nails. Since I was taller and plenty stonger, and seeing as he was more than likely half asleep at the, er, incident, I carried him to Gwen's tent. I woke Gwen.
"Gwenny, wake up elf maiden. I am in need of your assistance."
After unsticking her eyes, she looked at Pippin with curious eyes. "Elly, dear, what happened?"
Embarrassed, I told her my story.
She gave a high laugh. "O Elly, don't worry. Pippin'll be fine. I'll have him fixed up in no time. I apologized repeatedly to Pippin.
I felt plenty better when he told me, "No worries Elly, I forgive you. You didn't mean it that way, I hope."
I laughed at his simple sense of humor. I went out of the tent while Pippin's scars were being treated. I took an unused short-sword of mine and beat it into a very special blade. The blade had elvish words carved on it that read "I am Anarion, orc kind fear my name."
When Pip came out of then tent, his face had no blood, only a thin white paste that covered his scars. I turned, sword in hand. I turned slowly around. "Pippin, come here."
He came, still little swaggery since he was still a little shocked. When he came near, I got down on my knee so as I could see him eye to eye. "Peregrin, I feel guilty for my deeds yester-eve. So I decided to make it up to you with this." I drew the blade from its scabbard.
The blade shone golden yellow. "This Pippin, is Anarion. It's made from a simple blade, but it's the runes that give it its powers. I should hope that you would use this sword with as much care as I made it. I hope you'll use it well."
His eyes shone brightly in the golden light. "Wow, this is amazing, but I cannot accept such a fine gift."
"Yes you will, it will serve you well in soon times. I can predict that."
Chapter Seven
I went to see Gwen that morning, and to thank her for her deeds. "Gwen, you are amazing m'lady." Reality hit like a punch in the stomach.
I began to panic. "Gwen, where's Frodo??"
She looked worried. "I thought that he was in the tent wit the others. Why?"
I panicked more. "I haven't seen him. He's always up after us."
Sam came in to have Gwen help with a scar across his arm. He heard our conversation. "What do you mean you haven't seen Mr. Frodo? He said that he was comin to see you all here."
Gwen took his small hand and set him down on a pile of mats. "It's ok Sam. Let me fix you scratches and I'll help you look for him."
He began to try to get away. "Let me go! I must find him!"
"Ella, help me please."
I took hold of Sam and sat him firmly on the mat. "Samwise Gamgee, listen to Gwen. She knows what she's doing."
After treating his arm, we agreed to help him search. He took off. "Sam! Sam get back here!!!" It was too late. We went to the tent. My pendant began to glow a silvery blue.
"O dang it all! Uruks!" We raced back to the tent.
Gwen grabbed her enchanted bow from behind the mat. I grabbed Halanguel from its sheath, but left my daggers in theirs.
Gwen's star shaped pendant shown pink. We went to the fight. At the end, I could feel a knife run down my back. I cringed in pain. The horn sounded! O gosh, Merry and Pippin! I ran toward the horn. Oh no! I refused to let the orcs take those sweet hobbits away. "Halanguel!" I yelled my war cry. I hacked madly at the orc carrying Pip, then the one holding Merry. After some minutes of fighting and hacking madly, I felt a sword barley miss my neck. Then, it all went black.
After worrying for many hours on Merry's behalf, I finally fell asleep. I finally decided on asking Pippin to be my companion. I had a hard time getting any sleep for nightmares, more like nightorcs!
An orc came to my horse and untied Lightfoot, but came unarmed, towards me. I thought, "Good grief! I finally have a chance to show my courage, and I don't even have a weapon!" I rose slowly and quietly as the thing walked into my tent.
My pendant of the Gondorian tree with its seven stars shone a dull blue. I went to the orc and SLLLAAAPPP!!!! straight across the face. I hit it with such force that I woke up. I rubbed at my sapphire eyes. Regaining my sight, I saw a small figure sitting near the entrance of my tent. I saw who it was. "O.my.gosh. Pippin, are you alright??? Oh man, I'm soooo sorrry!! Are you alright? Um, Pippin, you might want to see Gwen now."
He had five bloody streaks arcoss his face from my finger nails. Since I was taller and plenty stonger, and seeing as he was more than likely half asleep at the, er, incident, I carried him to Gwen's tent. I woke Gwen.
"Gwenny, wake up elf maiden. I am in need of your assistance."
After unsticking her eyes, she looked at Pippin with curious eyes. "Elly, dear, what happened?"
Embarrassed, I told her my story.
She gave a high laugh. "O Elly, don't worry. Pippin'll be fine. I'll have him fixed up in no time. I apologized repeatedly to Pippin.
I felt plenty better when he told me, "No worries Elly, I forgive you. You didn't mean it that way, I hope."
I laughed at his simple sense of humor. I went out of the tent while Pippin's scars were being treated. I took an unused short-sword of mine and beat it into a very special blade. The blade had elvish words carved on it that read "I am Anarion, orc kind fear my name."
When Pip came out of then tent, his face had no blood, only a thin white paste that covered his scars. I turned, sword in hand. I turned slowly around. "Pippin, come here."
He came, still little swaggery since he was still a little shocked. When he came near, I got down on my knee so as I could see him eye to eye. "Peregrin, I feel guilty for my deeds yester-eve. So I decided to make it up to you with this." I drew the blade from its scabbard.
The blade shone golden yellow. "This Pippin, is Anarion. It's made from a simple blade, but it's the runes that give it its powers. I should hope that you would use this sword with as much care as I made it. I hope you'll use it well."
His eyes shone brightly in the golden light. "Wow, this is amazing, but I cannot accept such a fine gift."
"Yes you will, it will serve you well in soon times. I can predict that."
Chapter Seven
I went to see Gwen that morning, and to thank her for her deeds. "Gwen, you are amazing m'lady." Reality hit like a punch in the stomach.
I began to panic. "Gwen, where's Frodo??"
She looked worried. "I thought that he was in the tent wit the others. Why?"
I panicked more. "I haven't seen him. He's always up after us."
Sam came in to have Gwen help with a scar across his arm. He heard our conversation. "What do you mean you haven't seen Mr. Frodo? He said that he was comin to see you all here."
Gwen took his small hand and set him down on a pile of mats. "It's ok Sam. Let me fix you scratches and I'll help you look for him."
He began to try to get away. "Let me go! I must find him!"
"Ella, help me please."
I took hold of Sam and sat him firmly on the mat. "Samwise Gamgee, listen to Gwen. She knows what she's doing."
After treating his arm, we agreed to help him search. He took off. "Sam! Sam get back here!!!" It was too late. We went to the tent. My pendant began to glow a silvery blue.
"O dang it all! Uruks!" We raced back to the tent.
Gwen grabbed her enchanted bow from behind the mat. I grabbed Halanguel from its sheath, but left my daggers in theirs.
Gwen's star shaped pendant shown pink. We went to the fight. At the end, I could feel a knife run down my back. I cringed in pain. The horn sounded! O gosh, Merry and Pippin! I ran toward the horn. Oh no! I refused to let the orcs take those sweet hobbits away. "Halanguel!" I yelled my war cry. I hacked madly at the orc carrying Pip, then the one holding Merry. After some minutes of fighting and hacking madly, I felt a sword barley miss my neck. Then, it all went black.