Chapter one
Whoohoo! First chapter finally up. It is kinda short, but so was the first chapter of 'Faramir's story' and you see how that went. =D I'm going to upload the first two chapters today and we'll see how it goes from there.
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It was night. Screams echoed through the shadow. The light of the stars was quenched as a dark wave of terror rose over the land. Pain blossomed in his side, unbearable agony. He couldn't breathe, why couldn't he breathe?
Suddenly he was walking through the battlefield, the faces of the dead staring at him accusingly. All the dead were those he had killed himself, by his own hand or by his actions. Most of the bodies were orcs, but there were also Southrons, Easterlings. There were the men that died under his command, Rangers of Ithilien, soldiers of Osgiliath and Minas Tirith. His friend, Mablung, with an arrow in his throat lying next to a young soldier barely out of his teens. Several swan-knights of Dol Amroth lay dead from when they had tried to save him. Then came the bodies of his family. His mother, gone before her time. His brother who lay riddled with black orc arrows, dead because of *his* dream. His father who took his own life out of madness. He wanted to run away but his legs would not respond. They took him to the last body, a woman wearing white. Golden hair framed her pale face, her blue eyes staring unseeing at the sky. His heart plummeted. "No." He took her lifeless hand. "No!" Grief overwhelming, he let out heart wrenching cry, calling out the name of the dead woman. "ÉOWYN!"
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Faramir, the Steward of Gondor and Prince of Ithilien, awoke with a start, his lungs gasping for breath. The same dream had plagued him ever since King Aragorn of Gondor had announced that he would be leading a small group of soldiers to rid his country of a particularly elusive and vicious band of orcs that had been raiding the western area of Anorien.
The image of his fiancée's motionless body tormented his thoughts. Faramir knew that his dream was warning him. He knew that if Éowyn came with them on this hunt, he would lose the love of his life. Settling his head back down on the pillow, Faramir resolved to talk to Aragorn in the morning. At all costs, Éowyn must not be allowed to go.
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Oh, and I forgot to mention at the top, there is very little action in this story, mostly angst. If you what action, then that will be in Fell Wound's sequel.
Reviwer responses from 'Faramir's story':
Lydia2= You asked and you receive! I will try to finish the Legolas story but right now these are my priorities.
Anodien= You are a wonderful author, don't let anyone tell you otherwise. And, might I add, you need to update quickly!
vicki= Denethor is very evil. I like calling him an evil pyromanical jerk.
Orangeblossom Took1= Glad you liked 'Faramir's story'. Hope this lives up to your expectations.
Thanks to everyone for all the reviews! They inspire me and help me become a better writer. Luv you guys!
Whoohoo! First chapter finally up. It is kinda short, but so was the first chapter of 'Faramir's story' and you see how that went. =D I'm going to upload the first two chapters today and we'll see how it goes from there.
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It was night. Screams echoed through the shadow. The light of the stars was quenched as a dark wave of terror rose over the land. Pain blossomed in his side, unbearable agony. He couldn't breathe, why couldn't he breathe?
Suddenly he was walking through the battlefield, the faces of the dead staring at him accusingly. All the dead were those he had killed himself, by his own hand or by his actions. Most of the bodies were orcs, but there were also Southrons, Easterlings. There were the men that died under his command, Rangers of Ithilien, soldiers of Osgiliath and Minas Tirith. His friend, Mablung, with an arrow in his throat lying next to a young soldier barely out of his teens. Several swan-knights of Dol Amroth lay dead from when they had tried to save him. Then came the bodies of his family. His mother, gone before her time. His brother who lay riddled with black orc arrows, dead because of *his* dream. His father who took his own life out of madness. He wanted to run away but his legs would not respond. They took him to the last body, a woman wearing white. Golden hair framed her pale face, her blue eyes staring unseeing at the sky. His heart plummeted. "No." He took her lifeless hand. "No!" Grief overwhelming, he let out heart wrenching cry, calling out the name of the dead woman. "ÉOWYN!"
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Faramir, the Steward of Gondor and Prince of Ithilien, awoke with a start, his lungs gasping for breath. The same dream had plagued him ever since King Aragorn of Gondor had announced that he would be leading a small group of soldiers to rid his country of a particularly elusive and vicious band of orcs that had been raiding the western area of Anorien.
The image of his fiancée's motionless body tormented his thoughts. Faramir knew that his dream was warning him. He knew that if Éowyn came with them on this hunt, he would lose the love of his life. Settling his head back down on the pillow, Faramir resolved to talk to Aragorn in the morning. At all costs, Éowyn must not be allowed to go.
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Oh, and I forgot to mention at the top, there is very little action in this story, mostly angst. If you what action, then that will be in Fell Wound's sequel.
Reviwer responses from 'Faramir's story':
Lydia2= You asked and you receive! I will try to finish the Legolas story but right now these are my priorities.
Anodien= You are a wonderful author, don't let anyone tell you otherwise. And, might I add, you need to update quickly!
vicki= Denethor is very evil. I like calling him an evil pyromanical jerk.
Orangeblossom Took1= Glad you liked 'Faramir's story'. Hope this lives up to your expectations.
Thanks to everyone for all the reviews! They inspire me and help me become a better writer. Luv you guys!