*Sorry about Chapter 1. I don't know how that all got messed up, since it
wasn't like that when I cut and paste it.
CHAPTER II
THE PROPHECY
This tale starts about ten years ago, right after the Fellowship of the Ring set out. I was a captain of king Thanduil's personal army and I led a battalion of about 675 wood elves. Life was pretty busy for us back then, with armies of Orcs and spiders living right next door. We never got any news from outside our own realm, so we never knew about the war brewing behind us. I'll begin this story with Aralokë, who is the hero of this tale. According to my source (Aráto Windrunner, who is Aralokë's best friend), they skipped training and went deep into the forest with Aráto and two other friends, Hinilin and Duinrama, to spar. They were all fighting each other on top of a flat, green in no teams with no strategy and no rules.
"Watch my moves", said Hinilin, one of the two comrades. He then spun around in a circle, hitting each friend's armor, and then grabbing a dagger out of his pocket and pretending to stick it up Aralokë.
"You call that a move?" said Aralokë. He then pushed Hinilin, who fell down. "Now that's a move".
"Oh yeah?" teased the other two elves.
"Yeah", said Aralokë. "You have a problem with that?" Then the two elves pushed Aralokë on top of Hinilin and then all four of them rolled down the hill. After a good minute of rolling, the foursome hit a large rock. Aralokë got up and realized that they were at the edge of a stream. And in the stream he saw a group of Elven girls bathing. One of them was Laurelin Bluecloud, a girl that he had been fond of for some time. His parents had been pushing him to marry her for some time, but Aralokë put his duties ahead of his personal feelings. But now, just staring at her, made him wish he could change his priorities. She was inhumanly beautiful. She must've been a Valar. Without thinking, Aralokë muttered "Tinúviel", just as Beren had done to Lúthein all those years ago. Laurelin, who heard his comment, covered herself up with a towel. She then waved at Aralokë, who waved back at her.
"Tinúviel", muttered Aralokë once again. Laurelin laughed at his remark. All of a sudden, Aralokë got dizzy and fell over. He saw his friends come up to him and ask if he was okay, but all he could hear was laughing. Cruel, menacing laughing that could scare even the bravest of the brave. He then realized that he was in King Thanduil's throne room with Prince Faramir of Gondor and I.
"My lord", said Faramir. "We were ambushed at Osgiliath a mere few days ago. We had no warning, no aid, and no way to defend ourselves. Will you help us?"
"I will depart for Osgiliath at once", I said. Then, the laughing continued. The setting then changed into a burning Mirkwood, which was being swarmed by Orcs. While the screams from every man, woman, and child in the forest could be heard, the Nazgul were screaming as they rode strange fell beasts over the city, creating carnage everywhere they went.
"Please!" yelled King Thanduil. "What have I done to you?" Aralokë turned around and saw that a Nazgul in strange armor was holding Thanduil by the throat.
"Everything", said the Nazgul, who then stabbed Thanduil with a small dagger. He then dropped both Thanduil and the dagger, which shattered a few seconds later.
"NO", yelled Aralokë. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Then, the setting changed one final time.
CHAPTER II
THE PROPHECY
This tale starts about ten years ago, right after the Fellowship of the Ring set out. I was a captain of king Thanduil's personal army and I led a battalion of about 675 wood elves. Life was pretty busy for us back then, with armies of Orcs and spiders living right next door. We never got any news from outside our own realm, so we never knew about the war brewing behind us. I'll begin this story with Aralokë, who is the hero of this tale. According to my source (Aráto Windrunner, who is Aralokë's best friend), they skipped training and went deep into the forest with Aráto and two other friends, Hinilin and Duinrama, to spar. They were all fighting each other on top of a flat, green in no teams with no strategy and no rules.
"Watch my moves", said Hinilin, one of the two comrades. He then spun around in a circle, hitting each friend's armor, and then grabbing a dagger out of his pocket and pretending to stick it up Aralokë.
"You call that a move?" said Aralokë. He then pushed Hinilin, who fell down. "Now that's a move".
"Oh yeah?" teased the other two elves.
"Yeah", said Aralokë. "You have a problem with that?" Then the two elves pushed Aralokë on top of Hinilin and then all four of them rolled down the hill. After a good minute of rolling, the foursome hit a large rock. Aralokë got up and realized that they were at the edge of a stream. And in the stream he saw a group of Elven girls bathing. One of them was Laurelin Bluecloud, a girl that he had been fond of for some time. His parents had been pushing him to marry her for some time, but Aralokë put his duties ahead of his personal feelings. But now, just staring at her, made him wish he could change his priorities. She was inhumanly beautiful. She must've been a Valar. Without thinking, Aralokë muttered "Tinúviel", just as Beren had done to Lúthein all those years ago. Laurelin, who heard his comment, covered herself up with a towel. She then waved at Aralokë, who waved back at her.
"Tinúviel", muttered Aralokë once again. Laurelin laughed at his remark. All of a sudden, Aralokë got dizzy and fell over. He saw his friends come up to him and ask if he was okay, but all he could hear was laughing. Cruel, menacing laughing that could scare even the bravest of the brave. He then realized that he was in King Thanduil's throne room with Prince Faramir of Gondor and I.
"My lord", said Faramir. "We were ambushed at Osgiliath a mere few days ago. We had no warning, no aid, and no way to defend ourselves. Will you help us?"
"I will depart for Osgiliath at once", I said. Then, the laughing continued. The setting then changed into a burning Mirkwood, which was being swarmed by Orcs. While the screams from every man, woman, and child in the forest could be heard, the Nazgul were screaming as they rode strange fell beasts over the city, creating carnage everywhere they went.
"Please!" yelled King Thanduil. "What have I done to you?" Aralokë turned around and saw that a Nazgul in strange armor was holding Thanduil by the throat.
"Everything", said the Nazgul, who then stabbed Thanduil with a small dagger. He then dropped both Thanduil and the dagger, which shattered a few seconds later.
"NO", yelled Aralokë. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Then, the setting changed one final time.