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The Black Book
Chapter 5: An Elf, some Men, a Dwarf, and an Evil Istari
"I want my Dragon!" I yelled pointlessly, and shook the metal bars to my metal cage. The blond elf just stared at me. "If you keep rattling your cell, I'll never let you out." He said, and rolled his eyes.
"Well, maybe if you'd let me out, I wouldn't rattle this cell!"
He just stood there, at the prison-opening door thingy. It was just a hole in the wall. I paced around my cell. This was so boring. And what happened to Varanadon??!!! Harrumph. I groaned. I scratched the bandage on my shoulder that the elf put on me. It was really annoying. The Elf had reached through the bars before and undid my shackles. They seemed to come off easily, unless you had the key.
"So, Mordor, is it?" He asked.
"Yeah, what's it to ya?"
"I've never been to Mordor. What's it like?"
I stopped pacing. "You want to know about Mordor?" I jeered, "I'll tell you about Mordor. The sky is black, with whirling clouds above your head. The ground is black, with sharp rocks cutting your feet. The water is black, with evil things swimming around in it. Everything is black. There is no such thing as morning. Always black. Black. Black. Black................
"What's your name?" I asked after a moment to the elf I didn't know. For all I cared, his name could have been........................... Potatoe!
"I am the Prince of Mirkwood. I suspected you knew my name?"
I huffed.
"I am the only Vampyre on this Middle-Earth. I suspected you knew my name?" I retorted.
"Legolas. Legolas is my name."
"Oh, Ok, Leeeeeeeeegoooooolas."
The evil elfy shut his little mouth, and looked away. He seemed defeated. Hah. I started to pace again, muttering things to myself. Why did he have to bring up home again? I was hoping I'd forget about it! But, noooooo, the evil elfy had to bring up how mad Sauron will be, huh?! Grrrg. I sat down, and crossed my arms across my chest. I stared blankly at the bars. Why couldn't I open them? Grrg. New kind of metal? So infuriating! I groaned again. And started to mutter a song my mother sang me when I was young. It went like this:
"Death to light, to law, to love; Cursed be moon and stars above; And darkness everlasting old, that waits outside in surges cold; Drown Manwe, Varda and the Sun; May all hatred be begun; And may all evil ended be, in the darkness of the Moaning sea."*
The elfy boy perked up. "What was that?" He asked, intrigued, "I've heard that before............ But I don't remember who sang it to me..............."
I looked up at him, "My mother sang it to me. When I was young. She died."
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that." He said softly, yet again looking away.
"Don't be sorry. I'm not."
"Why is that?" He looked at me, and took a step closer to the bars. He sat down, and watched me, as if waiting for a story. I raised my eyebrow, and scooted away from the bars. "Because She would have died anyway. It was better for her to die quick. She actually died long ago, when He first captured her. Her heart was crushed, but then she had me, and was somewhat happy." I gave him a feeble smile. "Why should I be talking to an elf anyway?" I turned around, and wrapped my arms around my legs.
"I didn't know my mother that well either." The elf said. "She disappeared long ago. My father broke down, and was never the same since. I was only a child."
He spoke with a bit of sorrow on his tongue. He sniffled, and got up, brushing his tunic.
"I'll let you out, as long as you stay with me, and as long as you only take care of your pet."
I turned around, and smiled. His eyes got wide, and he backed away. "Well, maybe I shouldn't..........."
I shut my mouth. He must have seen my teeth. "Don't worry, I won't bite." I said casually.
"Right." He said, and got the keys. He reached over and unlocked my prison.
"Finally!" I said, and rushed past him.
"Wait!" The elf squealed.
I ran up the steps, the evil elfy in close pursuit. Get away! I thought. I swiftly turned a corner, and found myself in the great hall. "The prisoner!" Someone yelled.
Guards blocked the door and small windows. More Rohorrim advanced in front of me, and that familiar man and Theoden, o yes, can't forget the dwarf, ran up and drew their swords and axe. More people. Great. My eyes blazed into light. I smiled, and tackled them all. I ran through them like a knife through butter. Go Me! The doors were just a few inches away............... then I stopped in mid flight. What the? The evil Istari. I forgot about him. He shouted a command, and I flopped onto the doors, face on the embossed wood. "Ooof." I muttered. I got captured AGAIN! I'm sure a great Vampyre, aren't I? Can't even get away from a wizard...............
I brought every fiber of my being, and squirmed out of the wizard's tight hold. I pushed open the doors, and escaped into the fresh, golden light of the SUN! I flinched, and stumbled down the stairs that led in the dead village of Edoras. Stumble. Stumble. The sun hurt! She is evil............. Guards poked their heads out of their posts, and ran toward me. I growled, and pushed forward, knocking them away. "Stupid Men." I murmured. I heard people rushing down the stairs behind me. I also heard the Istari's foolish attempts to bind me again. Hmmm............ I quickened my pace, and soon found my way down to the large oak doors that marked the entrance into Edoras. I slammed my side onto the doors, but they held. I tried again, and they slowly pushed open.
I jogged outside, where I quickly found Varanadon, and freedom. He was a crumpled pile of scales. I ran over, and fell on top of him. "Meeeeedri." Was his feeble reply. I smiled, and then patted his head. "I'm here now, I escaped." I laid a cool hand on his forehead, and examined his chest where I thought the arrow struck him. An arrow shaft poked up through his scaly skin, right beside his heart. I sighed a sigh of relief, and patted his head again. It missed his heart. Good. I would be able to pull it out easier.
I laid my hand on the cold arrow, and gently pulled. Varanadon groaned, and a pulled a little faster now, but still gently. Silver light pooled from my hand, and enveloped the arrow. Soon, the whole of Varanadon glowed a brilliant silver. Since I'm only a half elf, my magic is silver, not white. Not many people get to see an elf's magical healing powers, but I have seen my mother's when she was sent to heal orcs from a battle. It was the purest white you can imagine. It was purer than the wizard's. The arrow came out clean. I heard footsteps grow louder as the men approached us.
No blood spilt from his wound. I threw the arrow behind my back. I quietly gathered my cloak, and ripped a piece off. I stuffed it into Varanadon's wound, just incase. Gasps came from behind me, I turned around.
A whole flock of men stood behind me, watching my exemplary surgery. That Theoden-guy said, "I guess there is more to this Vampyre than meets the eye."
I smiled, "You have no idea........... I guess you're going to clap me in iron's again, right?" I held out my hands. There was no point running away when my ride was practically dead and a wizard that can kill me with one word was standing right in front of me, is there?
Legolas approached me. He put my hands down, and said, "I'll help you tend your dragon."
The other mysterious black haired man walked forward, "I have some elvish healing powers, although only the plant kind. I think I can help."
He squatted down and grabbed some grass-stuff from a pouch on his hip. He opened Varanadon's huge mouth, and pressed some leaves onto his tongue. Varanadon swallowed them. He sighed. I guess he felt better. I smiled an evil smile.
Keep your friend close, and Enemies closer. I think this "friendship" will turn for the better. This "Fellowship" did not see me coming, did they?
~*~*~*~*~
*By J.R.R Tolkien
The Black Book
Chapter 5: An Elf, some Men, a Dwarf, and an Evil Istari
"I want my Dragon!" I yelled pointlessly, and shook the metal bars to my metal cage. The blond elf just stared at me. "If you keep rattling your cell, I'll never let you out." He said, and rolled his eyes.
"Well, maybe if you'd let me out, I wouldn't rattle this cell!"
He just stood there, at the prison-opening door thingy. It was just a hole in the wall. I paced around my cell. This was so boring. And what happened to Varanadon??!!! Harrumph. I groaned. I scratched the bandage on my shoulder that the elf put on me. It was really annoying. The Elf had reached through the bars before and undid my shackles. They seemed to come off easily, unless you had the key.
"So, Mordor, is it?" He asked.
"Yeah, what's it to ya?"
"I've never been to Mordor. What's it like?"
I stopped pacing. "You want to know about Mordor?" I jeered, "I'll tell you about Mordor. The sky is black, with whirling clouds above your head. The ground is black, with sharp rocks cutting your feet. The water is black, with evil things swimming around in it. Everything is black. There is no such thing as morning. Always black. Black. Black. Black................
"What's your name?" I asked after a moment to the elf I didn't know. For all I cared, his name could have been........................... Potatoe!
"I am the Prince of Mirkwood. I suspected you knew my name?"
I huffed.
"I am the only Vampyre on this Middle-Earth. I suspected you knew my name?" I retorted.
"Legolas. Legolas is my name."
"Oh, Ok, Leeeeeeeeegoooooolas."
The evil elfy shut his little mouth, and looked away. He seemed defeated. Hah. I started to pace again, muttering things to myself. Why did he have to bring up home again? I was hoping I'd forget about it! But, noooooo, the evil elfy had to bring up how mad Sauron will be, huh?! Grrrg. I sat down, and crossed my arms across my chest. I stared blankly at the bars. Why couldn't I open them? Grrg. New kind of metal? So infuriating! I groaned again. And started to mutter a song my mother sang me when I was young. It went like this:
"Death to light, to law, to love; Cursed be moon and stars above; And darkness everlasting old, that waits outside in surges cold; Drown Manwe, Varda and the Sun; May all hatred be begun; And may all evil ended be, in the darkness of the Moaning sea."*
The elfy boy perked up. "What was that?" He asked, intrigued, "I've heard that before............ But I don't remember who sang it to me..............."
I looked up at him, "My mother sang it to me. When I was young. She died."
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that." He said softly, yet again looking away.
"Don't be sorry. I'm not."
"Why is that?" He looked at me, and took a step closer to the bars. He sat down, and watched me, as if waiting for a story. I raised my eyebrow, and scooted away from the bars. "Because She would have died anyway. It was better for her to die quick. She actually died long ago, when He first captured her. Her heart was crushed, but then she had me, and was somewhat happy." I gave him a feeble smile. "Why should I be talking to an elf anyway?" I turned around, and wrapped my arms around my legs.
"I didn't know my mother that well either." The elf said. "She disappeared long ago. My father broke down, and was never the same since. I was only a child."
He spoke with a bit of sorrow on his tongue. He sniffled, and got up, brushing his tunic.
"I'll let you out, as long as you stay with me, and as long as you only take care of your pet."
I turned around, and smiled. His eyes got wide, and he backed away. "Well, maybe I shouldn't..........."
I shut my mouth. He must have seen my teeth. "Don't worry, I won't bite." I said casually.
"Right." He said, and got the keys. He reached over and unlocked my prison.
"Finally!" I said, and rushed past him.
"Wait!" The elf squealed.
I ran up the steps, the evil elfy in close pursuit. Get away! I thought. I swiftly turned a corner, and found myself in the great hall. "The prisoner!" Someone yelled.
Guards blocked the door and small windows. More Rohorrim advanced in front of me, and that familiar man and Theoden, o yes, can't forget the dwarf, ran up and drew their swords and axe. More people. Great. My eyes blazed into light. I smiled, and tackled them all. I ran through them like a knife through butter. Go Me! The doors were just a few inches away............... then I stopped in mid flight. What the? The evil Istari. I forgot about him. He shouted a command, and I flopped onto the doors, face on the embossed wood. "Ooof." I muttered. I got captured AGAIN! I'm sure a great Vampyre, aren't I? Can't even get away from a wizard...............
I brought every fiber of my being, and squirmed out of the wizard's tight hold. I pushed open the doors, and escaped into the fresh, golden light of the SUN! I flinched, and stumbled down the stairs that led in the dead village of Edoras. Stumble. Stumble. The sun hurt! She is evil............. Guards poked their heads out of their posts, and ran toward me. I growled, and pushed forward, knocking them away. "Stupid Men." I murmured. I heard people rushing down the stairs behind me. I also heard the Istari's foolish attempts to bind me again. Hmmm............ I quickened my pace, and soon found my way down to the large oak doors that marked the entrance into Edoras. I slammed my side onto the doors, but they held. I tried again, and they slowly pushed open.
I jogged outside, where I quickly found Varanadon, and freedom. He was a crumpled pile of scales. I ran over, and fell on top of him. "Meeeeedri." Was his feeble reply. I smiled, and then patted his head. "I'm here now, I escaped." I laid a cool hand on his forehead, and examined his chest where I thought the arrow struck him. An arrow shaft poked up through his scaly skin, right beside his heart. I sighed a sigh of relief, and patted his head again. It missed his heart. Good. I would be able to pull it out easier.
I laid my hand on the cold arrow, and gently pulled. Varanadon groaned, and a pulled a little faster now, but still gently. Silver light pooled from my hand, and enveloped the arrow. Soon, the whole of Varanadon glowed a brilliant silver. Since I'm only a half elf, my magic is silver, not white. Not many people get to see an elf's magical healing powers, but I have seen my mother's when she was sent to heal orcs from a battle. It was the purest white you can imagine. It was purer than the wizard's. The arrow came out clean. I heard footsteps grow louder as the men approached us.
No blood spilt from his wound. I threw the arrow behind my back. I quietly gathered my cloak, and ripped a piece off. I stuffed it into Varanadon's wound, just incase. Gasps came from behind me, I turned around.
A whole flock of men stood behind me, watching my exemplary surgery. That Theoden-guy said, "I guess there is more to this Vampyre than meets the eye."
I smiled, "You have no idea........... I guess you're going to clap me in iron's again, right?" I held out my hands. There was no point running away when my ride was practically dead and a wizard that can kill me with one word was standing right in front of me, is there?
Legolas approached me. He put my hands down, and said, "I'll help you tend your dragon."
The other mysterious black haired man walked forward, "I have some elvish healing powers, although only the plant kind. I think I can help."
He squatted down and grabbed some grass-stuff from a pouch on his hip. He opened Varanadon's huge mouth, and pressed some leaves onto his tongue. Varanadon swallowed them. He sighed. I guess he felt better. I smiled an evil smile.
Keep your friend close, and Enemies closer. I think this "friendship" will turn for the better. This "Fellowship" did not see me coming, did they?
~*~*~*~*~
*By J.R.R Tolkien
