Disclaimer: This is the last time I'm going to say it, I dont own the Lord
of the Rings.
I own Katalia, Baragon, and his family.
Another evil chapter for you all.
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Chapter 11 The Battle of the Pellanor Fields Part Two.
Katalia bent down next to Baragon not caring about the pain that shot through her leg. For the moment all she could feel was horror. She took off his helmet, luckily the hard metal protected his head from any damage.
~He is not dead! Thank God.~ She ran her hand over his cheek, she groaned, ~But he's unconscious.~ then Katalia looked at the wound in his stoamch.
She bit her lip, tears of frustration running down her face. ~He is going to die! That wound looks fatal. Even if it isn't he's lost so much blood. They will pay!~ Her eyes hardened, she jumped up and started fighting with rage. Her fury about Baragon going down on the orcs, they fell in torrents all aroung her. After a while Katalia noticed a hobbit run and peirce the knee of a Nazgul. Then she noticed the woman there. Katalia ran forward with one thought, ~She cannot die like Baragon almost certantly did.~ For the Nazgul had recovered and was about to strike the woman dead. Katalia cut the arm off of the Nazgul. Then the woman killed the Nazgul. Her arm fell to her side. She couldn't move it. She fell to the ground her world growing dimming, but before she did black out she saw a face. It was the face of the Southernling who had captured her in Ithilien and heard his voice, grinning wickedly, "Hello Beast!"
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Ha Ha Ha Ha. I'm so evil! Sorry that the chapter was so short. But this just seemed to be a good place to stop it. Please review! I need a certain amount of reviews until I will do the next chapter. I'm not going to tell you how much I need.
Namarie,
Katalia
I own Katalia, Baragon, and his family.
Another evil chapter for you all.
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Chapter 11 The Battle of the Pellanor Fields Part Two.
Katalia bent down next to Baragon not caring about the pain that shot through her leg. For the moment all she could feel was horror. She took off his helmet, luckily the hard metal protected his head from any damage.
~He is not dead! Thank God.~ She ran her hand over his cheek, she groaned, ~But he's unconscious.~ then Katalia looked at the wound in his stoamch.
She bit her lip, tears of frustration running down her face. ~He is going to die! That wound looks fatal. Even if it isn't he's lost so much blood. They will pay!~ Her eyes hardened, she jumped up and started fighting with rage. Her fury about Baragon going down on the orcs, they fell in torrents all aroung her. After a while Katalia noticed a hobbit run and peirce the knee of a Nazgul. Then she noticed the woman there. Katalia ran forward with one thought, ~She cannot die like Baragon almost certantly did.~ For the Nazgul had recovered and was about to strike the woman dead. Katalia cut the arm off of the Nazgul. Then the woman killed the Nazgul. Her arm fell to her side. She couldn't move it. She fell to the ground her world growing dimming, but before she did black out she saw a face. It was the face of the Southernling who had captured her in Ithilien and heard his voice, grinning wickedly, "Hello Beast!"
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Ha Ha Ha Ha. I'm so evil! Sorry that the chapter was so short. But this just seemed to be a good place to stop it. Please review! I need a certain amount of reviews until I will do the next chapter. I'm not going to tell you how much I need.
Namarie,
Katalia