CHAPTER IV
BIRTH OF ADVENTURE
Aralokë, Aráto, Hinilin, and Duinrama all went out onto the west road in the middle of the night when no one but the fell beasts of Mirkwood were awake. According to Aráto, Aralokë's plan was that they would first steal some Haradrim armor from Aetier's (and as you all know, Aetier loves to collect enemy armor). Second, they would go out on the west road and watch out for any travelers. Aralokë did this since the west road was the only way to travel from Gondor to Mirkwood, so Faramir would have to travel through here. They disguised as Haradrim so they can pretend to rob Faramir to drive him away from Mirkwood. They all knew this was a risky and dangerous plan, but it was one step that must be taken to save Mirkwood.
"Why don't we go up this tree?" asked Hinilin. "We can watch the people from the top."
"Yeah", said Duinrama. "Sounds perfect to me".
"Okay", sighed Aralokë. "We go up the tree." Then the foursome climbed up the tree and sat on the top. Every hour, a different elf would sit on the topmost branch to look out for Faramir and company. Finally, three hours later, it was Aráto's turn.
"Why are we still here?" complained Aráto. "Face it, we're never going to catch them. And it's daylight in two hours."
"We're going to stay here until we find Faramir and drive him away from Mirkwood", said a stubborn Aralokë.
"Yeah", said Aráto. "But Anganca will know that we are gone once training starts. And he wasn't too pleased with us last time, remember?"
"I don't care about Anganca", yelled Aralokë. "You are going to do your job until I say it's done. Understood?"
"Yes", said a saddened Aráto. He didn't want to do this, and he absolutely hated it when I scolded him. But he knew Aralokë knew best. So he just looked out and waited to see if anything out of the normal would pop up. After a while, a loud, screeching scream was heard all over Mirkwood.
"What was that?" asked an asleep Duinrama.
"NAZGUL!" yelled Aralokë. "GET OUT OF SIGHT" Then the foursome hid and the bushes to see what was going on. A second later, they saw a Hobbit running across and two black riders were chasing the hobbit on strange winged beasts.
"I'll get them", said Hinilin. He then jumped out of the trees and onto one of the winged beasts.
"HINILIN, NO!" yelled Aralokë. But Hinilin ignored Aralokë and continued his quest. He then climbed to the top of the beast and drew his sword.
"Die, you creature!" yelled Hinilin. He then slashed it at the ringwraith but the Nazgul drew his sword and blocked his blows. Hinilin then tried to stab the wraith, but his blade shattered when it touched the wraith. Hinilin cried out in pain, but the wraith didn't care. The wraith then stabbed Hinilin and fed him to his winged beast.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" yelled Aralokë. He couldn't believe it. One of his best friends of all time was gone forever. He had to get revenge on the wraiths without getting anyone else killed, and there was only one way to do that
"Guys", said Aralokë. "We must save the hobbit. He's getting fatigued and will die soon. Then we leave for home. Understand?" The two elves shook their heads. "Okay, we're going to jump down on one, two, three, NOW!" The threesome then jumped off the tree and sped for the hobbit. Aralokë and Duinrama drew their swords while Aráto raced to get the hobbit.
"It's okay", said Aráto. "I'm brining you to safety." The Hobbit was speechless. Once Aráto had the hobbit, Aralokë knew what to do.
"GO NOW!" yelled Aralokë. The elves then ran as fast as they could toward the city, which was about a three minute run. The two beasts were in pursuit, grabbing trees and throwing them at the elves with their talons. After a few minutes of running, the wraiths gave up pursuit of the hobbit and left them alone. But then, out of nowhere, a blade came flying down from the sky and hit Aráto in his left arm.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" yelled Aráto.
"Duinrama", said Aralokë. "Get Aráto to the healing houses. I need to talk to the hobbit".
"Okay", said Duinrama. Aralokë then walked up to the hobbit and put a hand on his shoulder.
"I know this might be a stressful time for you", said Aralokë. "But can you just answer one question- why did the wraiths pursue you?" The hobbit then reached into his pocket and took out a ring.
"Because of this", said the hobbit. Aralokë then knew that this was another matter of dire importance.
BIRTH OF ADVENTURE
Aralokë, Aráto, Hinilin, and Duinrama all went out onto the west road in the middle of the night when no one but the fell beasts of Mirkwood were awake. According to Aráto, Aralokë's plan was that they would first steal some Haradrim armor from Aetier's (and as you all know, Aetier loves to collect enemy armor). Second, they would go out on the west road and watch out for any travelers. Aralokë did this since the west road was the only way to travel from Gondor to Mirkwood, so Faramir would have to travel through here. They disguised as Haradrim so they can pretend to rob Faramir to drive him away from Mirkwood. They all knew this was a risky and dangerous plan, but it was one step that must be taken to save Mirkwood.
"Why don't we go up this tree?" asked Hinilin. "We can watch the people from the top."
"Yeah", said Duinrama. "Sounds perfect to me".
"Okay", sighed Aralokë. "We go up the tree." Then the foursome climbed up the tree and sat on the top. Every hour, a different elf would sit on the topmost branch to look out for Faramir and company. Finally, three hours later, it was Aráto's turn.
"Why are we still here?" complained Aráto. "Face it, we're never going to catch them. And it's daylight in two hours."
"We're going to stay here until we find Faramir and drive him away from Mirkwood", said a stubborn Aralokë.
"Yeah", said Aráto. "But Anganca will know that we are gone once training starts. And he wasn't too pleased with us last time, remember?"
"I don't care about Anganca", yelled Aralokë. "You are going to do your job until I say it's done. Understood?"
"Yes", said a saddened Aráto. He didn't want to do this, and he absolutely hated it when I scolded him. But he knew Aralokë knew best. So he just looked out and waited to see if anything out of the normal would pop up. After a while, a loud, screeching scream was heard all over Mirkwood.
"What was that?" asked an asleep Duinrama.
"NAZGUL!" yelled Aralokë. "GET OUT OF SIGHT" Then the foursome hid and the bushes to see what was going on. A second later, they saw a Hobbit running across and two black riders were chasing the hobbit on strange winged beasts.
"I'll get them", said Hinilin. He then jumped out of the trees and onto one of the winged beasts.
"HINILIN, NO!" yelled Aralokë. But Hinilin ignored Aralokë and continued his quest. He then climbed to the top of the beast and drew his sword.
"Die, you creature!" yelled Hinilin. He then slashed it at the ringwraith but the Nazgul drew his sword and blocked his blows. Hinilin then tried to stab the wraith, but his blade shattered when it touched the wraith. Hinilin cried out in pain, but the wraith didn't care. The wraith then stabbed Hinilin and fed him to his winged beast.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" yelled Aralokë. He couldn't believe it. One of his best friends of all time was gone forever. He had to get revenge on the wraiths without getting anyone else killed, and there was only one way to do that
"Guys", said Aralokë. "We must save the hobbit. He's getting fatigued and will die soon. Then we leave for home. Understand?" The two elves shook their heads. "Okay, we're going to jump down on one, two, three, NOW!" The threesome then jumped off the tree and sped for the hobbit. Aralokë and Duinrama drew their swords while Aráto raced to get the hobbit.
"It's okay", said Aráto. "I'm brining you to safety." The Hobbit was speechless. Once Aráto had the hobbit, Aralokë knew what to do.
"GO NOW!" yelled Aralokë. The elves then ran as fast as they could toward the city, which was about a three minute run. The two beasts were in pursuit, grabbing trees and throwing them at the elves with their talons. After a few minutes of running, the wraiths gave up pursuit of the hobbit and left them alone. But then, out of nowhere, a blade came flying down from the sky and hit Aráto in his left arm.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" yelled Aráto.
"Duinrama", said Aralokë. "Get Aráto to the healing houses. I need to talk to the hobbit".
"Okay", said Duinrama. Aralokë then walked up to the hobbit and put a hand on his shoulder.
"I know this might be a stressful time for you", said Aralokë. "But can you just answer one question- why did the wraiths pursue you?" The hobbit then reached into his pocket and took out a ring.
"Because of this", said the hobbit. Aralokë then knew that this was another matter of dire importance.