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J.R.R. Tolkien's books!
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I will do something horrible!
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Chapter seven...
Osgiliath
The next day they set out bright and early again. It was much like
yesterday. By late afternoon, they had reached Osgilaith.
"This is Osgilaith, do you like it?" asked Baragon.
"It's very beaten down." Katalia said.
"That's because we just recently reclaimed it from the orcs." said
Baragon.
Katalia's gaze shifted to a great white city across the wide field
from them. "Baragon what place is that?" she asked.
"That is Minas Tirith. We will journey there tomorrow." Baragon
replied. It was beautiful, tall gleaming white walls of stone nestled
into the mountain. On the tallest peak was a single flag, which bore
the tree of Gondor. It blew proudly in the evening breeze.
Just then someone shouted, "Nazgul!" Immediately Baragon grabbed
Katalia's arm and dragged her to a safe corner, hidden from any Orcs.
"Stay here." Baragon commanded
"What if I don't?" Katalia asked hotly.
Baragon eyes were stern as he looked down at her, he responded, "You
wouldn't come out if you had no weapons."
"Well you wouldn't leave me here weapon less would you? An orc might
attack me." Katalia replied.
Baragon looked up at the sky, and sighed. Then he looked at her,
into those blue eyes. He couldn't let her fight and yet she left him
with no other choice. "You won." Baragon said. "There is a store room
up those stairs, you should be able to find some weapons. Be quick."
"Hannon le." Katalia said as she ran up the stairs. She soon found
what she was looking for. Katalia grabbed a sword, bow and arrows,
and a leather jerking. She put everything on as she ran down the
stairs to where Baragon was fighting the orcs. After they had been
fighting for awhile Baragon said, "Where in Middle Earth did you
learn how to fight!"
Katalia smiled, "I do have three brothers you know. I'm used to
fighting. Am I good?"
"Your quite skilled for a girl." he said teasingly.
Just then, Faramir noticed them, "Baragon, bring Katalia to Minas
Tirith!" he shouted.
"Katalia, come with me." Baragon said, doubting she would abey the
command.
"I'm staying here!" replied Katalia.
"Do I have to carry you off?" asked Baragon.
"You wouldn't do such a thing. I'd squiggle and squirm my way our
and run. Just like I did when we first met. The only difference is I
was tired and weak then and I am strong now. So I would put up more
of a fight. Besides, while you would be trying to get me on a horse,
and orc could shoot us both." Katalia answered.
It looked like Katalia was going to win again when Baragon thought of
something. "We're both going to get in trouble if you don't come
with me. A soldier follows orders." Baragon said. "Lord Denethor might
not approve of you if you do not follow orders."
Katalia knew she had been beaten. "You win this time. Let's go."
As they startd to run to his horse he said, "You are mad at me for
making you leave aren't you."
"Yes! All I wanted to do is show everyone women can fight and no one
will even allow me." Katalia pouted.
"No one wants you to get hurt that's why." Baragon replied. "Here,
now we can go."
"I hate you." Katalia said as he helped her on to his horse and got
on himself.
"Well, what did I do to deserve that?" asked Baragon.
"For making me leave."
Baragon rolled his eyes and said, "Katalia, I have to follow orders.
Besides that, It is for your own good. You have proven that you can
fight, you've proven your skill. You don't need to stay longer and
risk getting killed."
She sighed in defeat. Her eyes closed, no matter how much she didn't
want to show
it, the fight hard worn her out. It was in the afternoon when they
had started fighting and now it must have been at least a couple
hours after supper. Baragon must have noticed she was tired, for he
said, "Katalia just go to sleep. We will be at Minas Tirith before
in a few hours."
Katalia glared at him. "I don't wan't to go to sleep."
"Yes you do. You are tired and you don't want to show it because you
think it will make you seem weak. But, believe me, everyone is tired
after they have been fighting for hours."
She glanced at him, then silently leaned against his chest, and almost
instantly fell
asleep.
When Katalia next awoke, they had entered Minas Tirith. "Baragon,
are we there?"
"Yes. Isn't it beautiful?"
"Yes it is. But Baragon, where am I going to stay?"
"I don't know. But it looks like they are retreating, Lord Faramir
will put you somewhere for the night. See, you wouldn't have been
able to stay much longer anyways."
Katalia was silent for a moment, thinking, then she said, "Baragon,
how tall is Telperion?" "She is about your hight maybe a little taller, why?"
"I was wondering, could I borrow a dress from her to wear when I meet
Lord Denethor?"
"I'm sure she wouldn't mind. I will bring it over tomorrow
morning." said Baragon.
"Thank you." Katalia said.
Once Faramir had come, he showed Katalia a room where she could spend
the night. "Thank you." Katalia said.
"Your welcome. My father will see you in the afternoon."
"Okay."
"Good night." said Faramir
"Good night." replied Katalia.
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to my beta reader Elessar*Lover. Now I have to go watch the Super
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Namarie,
J.R.R. Tolkien's books!
I hope everyone likes this chapter and you guys better review or else
I will do something horrible!
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Chapter seven...
Osgiliath
The next day they set out bright and early again. It was much like
yesterday. By late afternoon, they had reached Osgilaith.
"This is Osgilaith, do you like it?" asked Baragon.
"It's very beaten down." Katalia said.
"That's because we just recently reclaimed it from the orcs." said
Baragon.
Katalia's gaze shifted to a great white city across the wide field
from them. "Baragon what place is that?" she asked.
"That is Minas Tirith. We will journey there tomorrow." Baragon
replied. It was beautiful, tall gleaming white walls of stone nestled
into the mountain. On the tallest peak was a single flag, which bore
the tree of Gondor. It blew proudly in the evening breeze.
Just then someone shouted, "Nazgul!" Immediately Baragon grabbed
Katalia's arm and dragged her to a safe corner, hidden from any Orcs.
"Stay here." Baragon commanded
"What if I don't?" Katalia asked hotly.
Baragon eyes were stern as he looked down at her, he responded, "You
wouldn't come out if you had no weapons."
"Well you wouldn't leave me here weapon less would you? An orc might
attack me." Katalia replied.
Baragon looked up at the sky, and sighed. Then he looked at her,
into those blue eyes. He couldn't let her fight and yet she left him
with no other choice. "You won." Baragon said. "There is a store room
up those stairs, you should be able to find some weapons. Be quick."
"Hannon le." Katalia said as she ran up the stairs. She soon found
what she was looking for. Katalia grabbed a sword, bow and arrows,
and a leather jerking. She put everything on as she ran down the
stairs to where Baragon was fighting the orcs. After they had been
fighting for awhile Baragon said, "Where in Middle Earth did you
learn how to fight!"
Katalia smiled, "I do have three brothers you know. I'm used to
fighting. Am I good?"
"Your quite skilled for a girl." he said teasingly.
Just then, Faramir noticed them, "Baragon, bring Katalia to Minas
Tirith!" he shouted.
"Katalia, come with me." Baragon said, doubting she would abey the
command.
"I'm staying here!" replied Katalia.
"Do I have to carry you off?" asked Baragon.
"You wouldn't do such a thing. I'd squiggle and squirm my way our
and run. Just like I did when we first met. The only difference is I
was tired and weak then and I am strong now. So I would put up more
of a fight. Besides, while you would be trying to get me on a horse,
and orc could shoot us both." Katalia answered.
It looked like Katalia was going to win again when Baragon thought of
something. "We're both going to get in trouble if you don't come
with me. A soldier follows orders." Baragon said. "Lord Denethor might
not approve of you if you do not follow orders."
Katalia knew she had been beaten. "You win this time. Let's go."
As they startd to run to his horse he said, "You are mad at me for
making you leave aren't you."
"Yes! All I wanted to do is show everyone women can fight and no one
will even allow me." Katalia pouted.
"No one wants you to get hurt that's why." Baragon replied. "Here,
now we can go."
"I hate you." Katalia said as he helped her on to his horse and got
on himself.
"Well, what did I do to deserve that?" asked Baragon.
"For making me leave."
Baragon rolled his eyes and said, "Katalia, I have to follow orders.
Besides that, It is for your own good. You have proven that you can
fight, you've proven your skill. You don't need to stay longer and
risk getting killed."
She sighed in defeat. Her eyes closed, no matter how much she didn't
want to show
it, the fight hard worn her out. It was in the afternoon when they
had started fighting and now it must have been at least a couple
hours after supper. Baragon must have noticed she was tired, for he
said, "Katalia just go to sleep. We will be at Minas Tirith before
in a few hours."
Katalia glared at him. "I don't wan't to go to sleep."
"Yes you do. You are tired and you don't want to show it because you
think it will make you seem weak. But, believe me, everyone is tired
after they have been fighting for hours."
She glanced at him, then silently leaned against his chest, and almost
instantly fell
asleep.
When Katalia next awoke, they had entered Minas Tirith. "Baragon,
are we there?"
"Yes. Isn't it beautiful?"
"Yes it is. But Baragon, where am I going to stay?"
"I don't know. But it looks like they are retreating, Lord Faramir
will put you somewhere for the night. See, you wouldn't have been
able to stay much longer anyways."
Katalia was silent for a moment, thinking, then she said, "Baragon,
how tall is Telperion?" "She is about your hight maybe a little taller, why?"
"I was wondering, could I borrow a dress from her to wear when I meet
Lord Denethor?"
"I'm sure she wouldn't mind. I will bring it over tomorrow
morning." said Baragon.
"Thank you." Katalia said.
Once Faramir had come, he showed Katalia a room where she could spend
the night. "Thank you." Katalia said.
"Your welcome. My father will see you in the afternoon."
"Okay."
"Good night." said Faramir
"Good night." replied Katalia.
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I hope you guys liked that chapter. Since I did another chapter, do
you see that button at the bottom? Press it and review! Thanks again
to my beta reader Elessar*Lover. Now I have to go watch the Super
Bowl. Go Patriots!
Namarie,