I own Eotheod, Heorl, Frealaf, Freyda, Haleth, and their mother. NONE OF
TOLKIEN'S!
Guys, I am sorry to say this is my last chapter. :( This is my first book
so I am sorry it is so short.
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Two long weeks had passed since my departure from Helm's Deep. We had rode that day to Isengard in silence. Many things happened at Isengard, we arrived to meet two long lost friends, the hobbits Merry and Pippin. Soon after, Gandalf, Aragorn, King Theoden, and others went to Saurman. Gandalf then broke Saurman's staff and left him to Treebeard, meanwhile Pippin found a Palantir in the water which Gandalf took with haste.
That night, Pippin stole the Palantir from Gandalf, looked into it and was burned with Sauron's wrath. Pippin and Gandalf left right then for Minas Tirith while we left for Edoras. We waited there for a few days until the beacons of Gondor were lit. King Theoden ordered the Mark be emptied to make for Minas Tirith. We left Edoras with all possible haste. Halfway, Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli left for the Paths of the Dead. There we celebrated for a short time because Heorl was made captain by the king. We rode the rest of the way which leads me here. I am here at the besieged city Minas Tirith. Frealaf and I are with Heorl's men, riding down to our dooms. Even if we do not survive this battle, we will not survive the last battle. We have come just in time for there are orcs in the city. Frealaf and I fought and fought.
"NAZGUL!" shouted a far off voice.
A strong wind surged my horse to run the other way, and as I looked back only to find Frealaf body in the mouth of the Foul Beast.
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"FREALAF!"
All Eotheod received in reply was a muffled cry.
"NO!" Eotheod screamed with tears steaming down his face.
~His family!~
Eotheod plowed his way through the enemy towards the city. When he galloped through the gates, he started searching the city while killing orcs.
"Freyda! Where are you?"
He searched around frantically while wiping the tears from his face. Eotheod was knocked off his horse from behind by orcs. He watched helplessly the orcs barged into a building.
"HELP!"
Eotheod soon recognized it as the voice of Haleth. He got up onto his feet and ran into the building killing all the orcs. Once the orcs were killed, he found them. Their mother and Haleth were dead, Freyda was barely breathing. Eotheod ran over to her and said,
"FREYDA! You can't die!"
Freyda turned around to him and smiled.
"Freyda, I love you."
She smiled then went cold.
"NO!" He cried and kissed her.
He stayed until a soldier came and told him that Gondor and Rohan were riding out to the black gates. Eotheod ran out, jumped onto his horse, to ride for vengeance.
They were at the gates and the orcs were right in front of them. He charged with the hobbits for revenge. Hacking and slashing he fought madly. He was soon knocked down when his head was hit hard. Eotheod laid on the ground crying like a baby. The tears flowed freely as he remembered his friends. The only thing he wanted was to go back home.
~*sobs* I can't wish for one of them to come back! I will not choose between them!~
Soaked with tears, Eotheod said,
"Enough of this! I wish to go back home!"
A bright flash, then he opened his eyes and was on the ground with his bike next to him.
"Honey!" said his mom.
"Tony! Are you all right?" asked his dad.
"I am fine. My head just hurts a little." replied Tony.
"Lets get you home."
The walk home was comforting in some ways, in others it was only a painful reminder of the past. That night, he crept outside, watching the stars. He said a silent prayer, hoping his friends were in a better place now. He'd never forget them. He smiled faintly, and subconsciously touched his lips, he had changed. He'd probably never know if it was for the better. All he knew was that these had been just a few of the many Pains in Life.
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I have nothing to say except to thank you all so very much for reading my book!
Thank You Manda!
Thank You Luthien!
Thank You Jestofo!
Thank You Katie!
Thank You Kiann!
THANK YOU ALL!
Chill,
Eothain
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Two long weeks had passed since my departure from Helm's Deep. We had rode that day to Isengard in silence. Many things happened at Isengard, we arrived to meet two long lost friends, the hobbits Merry and Pippin. Soon after, Gandalf, Aragorn, King Theoden, and others went to Saurman. Gandalf then broke Saurman's staff and left him to Treebeard, meanwhile Pippin found a Palantir in the water which Gandalf took with haste.
That night, Pippin stole the Palantir from Gandalf, looked into it and was burned with Sauron's wrath. Pippin and Gandalf left right then for Minas Tirith while we left for Edoras. We waited there for a few days until the beacons of Gondor were lit. King Theoden ordered the Mark be emptied to make for Minas Tirith. We left Edoras with all possible haste. Halfway, Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli left for the Paths of the Dead. There we celebrated for a short time because Heorl was made captain by the king. We rode the rest of the way which leads me here. I am here at the besieged city Minas Tirith. Frealaf and I are with Heorl's men, riding down to our dooms. Even if we do not survive this battle, we will not survive the last battle. We have come just in time for there are orcs in the city. Frealaf and I fought and fought.
"NAZGUL!" shouted a far off voice.
A strong wind surged my horse to run the other way, and as I looked back only to find Frealaf body in the mouth of the Foul Beast.
*********************************
"FREALAF!"
All Eotheod received in reply was a muffled cry.
"NO!" Eotheod screamed with tears steaming down his face.
~His family!~
Eotheod plowed his way through the enemy towards the city. When he galloped through the gates, he started searching the city while killing orcs.
"Freyda! Where are you?"
He searched around frantically while wiping the tears from his face. Eotheod was knocked off his horse from behind by orcs. He watched helplessly the orcs barged into a building.
"HELP!"
Eotheod soon recognized it as the voice of Haleth. He got up onto his feet and ran into the building killing all the orcs. Once the orcs were killed, he found them. Their mother and Haleth were dead, Freyda was barely breathing. Eotheod ran over to her and said,
"FREYDA! You can't die!"
Freyda turned around to him and smiled.
"Freyda, I love you."
She smiled then went cold.
"NO!" He cried and kissed her.
He stayed until a soldier came and told him that Gondor and Rohan were riding out to the black gates. Eotheod ran out, jumped onto his horse, to ride for vengeance.
They were at the gates and the orcs were right in front of them. He charged with the hobbits for revenge. Hacking and slashing he fought madly. He was soon knocked down when his head was hit hard. Eotheod laid on the ground crying like a baby. The tears flowed freely as he remembered his friends. The only thing he wanted was to go back home.
~*sobs* I can't wish for one of them to come back! I will not choose between them!~
Soaked with tears, Eotheod said,
"Enough of this! I wish to go back home!"
A bright flash, then he opened his eyes and was on the ground with his bike next to him.
"Honey!" said his mom.
"Tony! Are you all right?" asked his dad.
"I am fine. My head just hurts a little." replied Tony.
"Lets get you home."
The walk home was comforting in some ways, in others it was only a painful reminder of the past. That night, he crept outside, watching the stars. He said a silent prayer, hoping his friends were in a better place now. He'd never forget them. He smiled faintly, and subconsciously touched his lips, he had changed. He'd probably never know if it was for the better. All he knew was that these had been just a few of the many Pains in Life.
.............................................................
I have nothing to say except to thank you all so very much for reading my book!
Thank You Manda!
Thank You Luthien!
Thank You Jestofo!
Thank You Katie!
Thank You Kiann!
THANK YOU ALL!
Chill,
Eothain