Merry Christmas, I hope all of you readers had a day yesterday. I did. An Eomer action figure, a Return of the King visual companion book, and a fuzzy scarf. Life is good.
Chapter Six
Its face split into a hideous grin as its long boney fingers wrapped themselves more tightly in my hair. I panicked. My foot shot out and I kicked the goblin's shin. It winced, and its grip tightened. Tears of pain welled up in my eyes as I tore myself away from the creature, leaving it holding a good handful of my hair.
I began to run away, hearing its pursuit. I continued down the passageway. If I could make it to daylight, the goblin couldn't follow me. I hurled myself along, while the footsteps grew closer. I heard it shrieking in its own language, and more pounding of feet were heard.
I stopped as my feet sunk into the deep snow, looking around. It was nighttime. Legolas, who had been huddled against the rock, leapt to his feet at my appearence. I found it hard to string words together; I babbled.
The goblins followed me right out into the dark, and seized my wrists, hair, and feet. They had the element of suprise on their side, and Legolas was still looking stunned when a goblin lunged at him and beat the Elf in the head with its club. Legolas crumpled to the ground instantly. It briefly struck me odd that Legolas, an Elf, could succumb to goblins, but I had other problems on my hands. The goblins tied me up with coarse rope, and dragged me back into the cave.
I screamed, that is, until they gagged me. I heard footsteps and cries echo in the cavern. I heard an arrow zing through the air, and felt a goblin's grip loosen. I turned and saw Aragorn at the edge of the balcony, stringing another arrow. Boromir joined his side, and hurried down the steps. The others soon followed, Gimli swinging his ax at any goblin in sight so furiously I gave him ample clearence.
As I was doing so, however, Boromir had wound his way over to me. I was in his way. He ungentlmanly shoved my shoulder, knocking me to the ground. I scuttled out of his desired room, and near the edge of the cave, feeling useless.
Looking around, I wondered where Gandalf had run off to. I remembered from The Hobbit, he always seemed to leave when Bilbo and the Dwarves needed him the most. I sighed, and muttered darkly, "Wizards."
A goblin not engaged in battle with any of the Fellowship turned his head and saw me from the corner of its eye (do goblins have a gender?), did a silly double take, and charged at me.
I skitteredd back, my hands groping behind me to find any sharp kind of object. Oh, but of course THAT wasn't going to happen. God forbid something convenient come my way.
I backed into the corner, a rock digging painfully into the small of my back, but I had other things to worry about.
The goblin lunged at me, its dull jagged 'sword' swinging erratically. I jumped to my feet with surprising speed, and moved out of the way. The goblin, with kinetic energy working against it, tried to slow itself before running into the wall.
I leapt behind it, and pushed the back of its head with all my might. A nice, satisfying hollow thud resounded in the room as the goblin's skull made contact with the rocky wall. It crumpled to the ground.
I grinned, and looked to see if anyone had seen my victory. The fighting had decreased, and now only a handful of goblins remained.
Within ten minutes, the goblins lay dead, unconscious, or gone. Gimli gave a growl of triumph while Aragorn and Boromir nodded at each other in the unspoken language of man.
"We musn't linger here." Frodo voiced. I glanced up, and saw the four hobbits standing above us.
"Your help was appreciated, haflings." Boromir said with a touch of sarcasm. Merry reddened, "My sword is dull- I- Pip said you didn't need us-Sam-"
"Be at peace; worry not, Hobbits, your time in battle will come." Aragorn said, a grin growing on his face.
"Where's Bill?" Sam suddenly asked.
"Legolas!" I burst out, remembering his fallen form. Without another word, I dashed out of the cave, down the long tunnel out to the snow.
Elves. Those disgustingly lucky beings. If I'd been knocked out by a goblin, and left laying in the snow, I would have fallen in an undignified heap, and have probably been face down in the snow, resulting in a chapped face, no doubt.
Legolas, however, had fallen gracefully, daintily, on his side, with his pale face exposed to the darkness of the sky. His hair, perfect as always, lay delicately over his shoulders, an it looked more like he'd falled asleep then been thwacked on the head by a club.
Sighing at the unfairness of it all, I grabbed his wrists, and pulled him into the tunnel, away from the wind, and flurrying snow.
As soon as the outside air was deprived of his unconscious form, his grey blue eyes opened, and he stood up, knocking his head on the ceiling.
"Aer gwing aras." he muttered, rubbing the side of his head, undoubtably where he'd been struck, and looked at me.
"What has happened?" he asked, "Where are the others?"
"In the cave..." I trailed off, because Legolas had darted off, disapearing down the hall of stone as if nothing had happened.
"You're welcome." I mumbled, and trudged after him towards a fellowship that excluded me in almost every way possible.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Archanae: Dwarvish reminds me of German in the movie. You're German? Nifty. I'm taking German in school. I can't help but notice the reoccuring references to Boromir in your reviews....I wonder who your favorite character is.... Yes, wench bothers me too, but at the moment, I can't think of another word. Call it brainfreeze. It is odd how lots of people consider it an insult. My guess is it's because it seems that the when people use the term 'maid' or 'maiden' it's used to describe the beautiful heroine, and 'wench' seems to be used more when describing a prostitute or something. Your guess is as good as mine, though.
Chapter Six
Its face split into a hideous grin as its long boney fingers wrapped themselves more tightly in my hair. I panicked. My foot shot out and I kicked the goblin's shin. It winced, and its grip tightened. Tears of pain welled up in my eyes as I tore myself away from the creature, leaving it holding a good handful of my hair.
I began to run away, hearing its pursuit. I continued down the passageway. If I could make it to daylight, the goblin couldn't follow me. I hurled myself along, while the footsteps grew closer. I heard it shrieking in its own language, and more pounding of feet were heard.
I stopped as my feet sunk into the deep snow, looking around. It was nighttime. Legolas, who had been huddled against the rock, leapt to his feet at my appearence. I found it hard to string words together; I babbled.
The goblins followed me right out into the dark, and seized my wrists, hair, and feet. They had the element of suprise on their side, and Legolas was still looking stunned when a goblin lunged at him and beat the Elf in the head with its club. Legolas crumpled to the ground instantly. It briefly struck me odd that Legolas, an Elf, could succumb to goblins, but I had other problems on my hands. The goblins tied me up with coarse rope, and dragged me back into the cave.
I screamed, that is, until they gagged me. I heard footsteps and cries echo in the cavern. I heard an arrow zing through the air, and felt a goblin's grip loosen. I turned and saw Aragorn at the edge of the balcony, stringing another arrow. Boromir joined his side, and hurried down the steps. The others soon followed, Gimli swinging his ax at any goblin in sight so furiously I gave him ample clearence.
As I was doing so, however, Boromir had wound his way over to me. I was in his way. He ungentlmanly shoved my shoulder, knocking me to the ground. I scuttled out of his desired room, and near the edge of the cave, feeling useless.
Looking around, I wondered where Gandalf had run off to. I remembered from The Hobbit, he always seemed to leave when Bilbo and the Dwarves needed him the most. I sighed, and muttered darkly, "Wizards."
A goblin not engaged in battle with any of the Fellowship turned his head and saw me from the corner of its eye (do goblins have a gender?), did a silly double take, and charged at me.
I skitteredd back, my hands groping behind me to find any sharp kind of object. Oh, but of course THAT wasn't going to happen. God forbid something convenient come my way.
I backed into the corner, a rock digging painfully into the small of my back, but I had other things to worry about.
The goblin lunged at me, its dull jagged 'sword' swinging erratically. I jumped to my feet with surprising speed, and moved out of the way. The goblin, with kinetic energy working against it, tried to slow itself before running into the wall.
I leapt behind it, and pushed the back of its head with all my might. A nice, satisfying hollow thud resounded in the room as the goblin's skull made contact with the rocky wall. It crumpled to the ground.
I grinned, and looked to see if anyone had seen my victory. The fighting had decreased, and now only a handful of goblins remained.
Within ten minutes, the goblins lay dead, unconscious, or gone. Gimli gave a growl of triumph while Aragorn and Boromir nodded at each other in the unspoken language of man.
"We musn't linger here." Frodo voiced. I glanced up, and saw the four hobbits standing above us.
"Your help was appreciated, haflings." Boromir said with a touch of sarcasm. Merry reddened, "My sword is dull- I- Pip said you didn't need us-Sam-"
"Be at peace; worry not, Hobbits, your time in battle will come." Aragorn said, a grin growing on his face.
"Where's Bill?" Sam suddenly asked.
"Legolas!" I burst out, remembering his fallen form. Without another word, I dashed out of the cave, down the long tunnel out to the snow.
Elves. Those disgustingly lucky beings. If I'd been knocked out by a goblin, and left laying in the snow, I would have fallen in an undignified heap, and have probably been face down in the snow, resulting in a chapped face, no doubt.
Legolas, however, had fallen gracefully, daintily, on his side, with his pale face exposed to the darkness of the sky. His hair, perfect as always, lay delicately over his shoulders, an it looked more like he'd falled asleep then been thwacked on the head by a club.
Sighing at the unfairness of it all, I grabbed his wrists, and pulled him into the tunnel, away from the wind, and flurrying snow.
As soon as the outside air was deprived of his unconscious form, his grey blue eyes opened, and he stood up, knocking his head on the ceiling.
"Aer gwing aras." he muttered, rubbing the side of his head, undoubtably where he'd been struck, and looked at me.
"What has happened?" he asked, "Where are the others?"
"In the cave..." I trailed off, because Legolas had darted off, disapearing down the hall of stone as if nothing had happened.
"You're welcome." I mumbled, and trudged after him towards a fellowship that excluded me in almost every way possible.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Archanae: Dwarvish reminds me of German in the movie. You're German? Nifty. I'm taking German in school. I can't help but notice the reoccuring references to Boromir in your reviews....I wonder who your favorite character is.... Yes, wench bothers me too, but at the moment, I can't think of another word. Call it brainfreeze. It is odd how lots of people consider it an insult. My guess is it's because it seems that the when people use the term 'maid' or 'maiden' it's used to describe the beautiful heroine, and 'wench' seems to be used more when describing a prostitute or something. Your guess is as good as mine, though.