THE FALL OF NECROMANCER
Groshmag was your typical Orc in Necromancer's army. He was repulsive (like most Orcs were), brutal, and not that bright. He wasn't the absolute best fighter in Orkish terms, but give him a living thing and he could rip it apart in a matter of seconds. Today was just a normal day for him- he had to watch out for the enemy on top of a small, wooden hut in the fortress of Dol Guldur.
"Do you see anything?" asked his guard buddy, Brokmâ
"If you shut up I might", said Groshmag. Brokmâ then unsheathed a sword and held it close to Groshmag.
"You have to make me shut up", exclaimed Brokmâ.
"THAT'S WHAT I'M GOING TO DO!" yelled Groshmag while unsheathing his sword.
Groshmag then slashed at Brokmâ, but he blocked every blow. Groshmag then kicked Brokmâ's leg and then stuck his sword through his gut. Groshmag then cheered and began to eat Brokmâ. But then, a blinding light flashed through Dol Guldur and blinded every orc that inhabited the foul place. Groshmag then turned around and saw what was making the foul light- it was Araternil, the sword of death.
Immediately after the battle, the fire in the woods was put out and the dead were buried. But before the Necromancer could learn of his defeat, Haldir, Celeborn, Galadriel, and a few dozen soldiers were sent to march upon the plains of Dol Guldur. Many elves argued that they should rest before marching into battle, but Haldir assured them that the lady had something in mind. So when they marched into Dol Guldur, Celeborn unsheathed Araternil and shone the light upon the evil city.
"Show us what you've got", said Celeborn. Galadriel then raised her hands as if to chant a spell and began to sing an incantation.
"IM LIN I THULË EVA I RAM", began Galadriel. "IM GON HIN RAM!" She then slammed her fists to the ground and something spectacular happened. The walls began of Dol Guldur began to came in. Everyone knew that it must've been Galadriel's spell that made the walls go down, but no one cared at the moment. All everyone cared about at the moment was the destruction of the evil that had befallen them all their lives. After many ages, the evils of Necromancer had finally left the Golden Wood forever.
After the grand battle a feast was held. There was dancing, eating, drinking (Miruvórë was the popular drink of the day), the telling of tales, and the showing off of skills. The main feature was the roasted Warg (it was taken off of the battlefield and roasted), but many preferred the great cake that was made for the celebration. Right after the walls fell, only a few dozen Orcs remained in the way of Celeborn and company, and they easily destroyed them. Even though there were only a few, Haldir and the rest of the soldiers were telling tales of themselves battling thousands of bloodthirsty Orcs in the grand ruin of Dol Guldur. After a few hours of feasting, Galadriel stood in front of them to give a speech.
"Elves of Lorien", began Galadriel, "today is a day to remember. Disaster has befallen us time and time again, and today is no different. Three times has Lorien been assaulted by Necromancer's troops, but Haldir and company defended Lorien each time with grand success. Thousands of elves had fallen in defense of our land, and thousands more would've died unless one brave elf soldier, covered in poisoned blood, hadn't come to me and told me of the impending danger. Because of this daring feat of bravery, my husband came to the battlefield with Araternil and chased the Orcs away with its bright light. And right after that, the Elves of Lorien still had the power in them to go to Dol Guldur itself and tear down the walls of Necromancer! Remember today as the day that your kin gave their lives to defend the city that you know stand in. Remember today as the day that four great battle in a row were fought and all were won in a grand stand! Remember today as the day the Necromancer was chased out of this world and never to come back. REMEMBER TODAY!"
"HAIL!" cheered the entire crowd. The crowd then went back to their feasting and their merry times, times that would last for hundreds of ages to come.
THE END
Groshmag was your typical Orc in Necromancer's army. He was repulsive (like most Orcs were), brutal, and not that bright. He wasn't the absolute best fighter in Orkish terms, but give him a living thing and he could rip it apart in a matter of seconds. Today was just a normal day for him- he had to watch out for the enemy on top of a small, wooden hut in the fortress of Dol Guldur.
"Do you see anything?" asked his guard buddy, Brokmâ
"If you shut up I might", said Groshmag. Brokmâ then unsheathed a sword and held it close to Groshmag.
"You have to make me shut up", exclaimed Brokmâ.
"THAT'S WHAT I'M GOING TO DO!" yelled Groshmag while unsheathing his sword.
Groshmag then slashed at Brokmâ, but he blocked every blow. Groshmag then kicked Brokmâ's leg and then stuck his sword through his gut. Groshmag then cheered and began to eat Brokmâ. But then, a blinding light flashed through Dol Guldur and blinded every orc that inhabited the foul place. Groshmag then turned around and saw what was making the foul light- it was Araternil, the sword of death.
Immediately after the battle, the fire in the woods was put out and the dead were buried. But before the Necromancer could learn of his defeat, Haldir, Celeborn, Galadriel, and a few dozen soldiers were sent to march upon the plains of Dol Guldur. Many elves argued that they should rest before marching into battle, but Haldir assured them that the lady had something in mind. So when they marched into Dol Guldur, Celeborn unsheathed Araternil and shone the light upon the evil city.
"Show us what you've got", said Celeborn. Galadriel then raised her hands as if to chant a spell and began to sing an incantation.
"IM LIN I THULË EVA I RAM", began Galadriel. "IM GON HIN RAM!" She then slammed her fists to the ground and something spectacular happened. The walls began of Dol Guldur began to came in. Everyone knew that it must've been Galadriel's spell that made the walls go down, but no one cared at the moment. All everyone cared about at the moment was the destruction of the evil that had befallen them all their lives. After many ages, the evils of Necromancer had finally left the Golden Wood forever.
After the grand battle a feast was held. There was dancing, eating, drinking (Miruvórë was the popular drink of the day), the telling of tales, and the showing off of skills. The main feature was the roasted Warg (it was taken off of the battlefield and roasted), but many preferred the great cake that was made for the celebration. Right after the walls fell, only a few dozen Orcs remained in the way of Celeborn and company, and they easily destroyed them. Even though there were only a few, Haldir and the rest of the soldiers were telling tales of themselves battling thousands of bloodthirsty Orcs in the grand ruin of Dol Guldur. After a few hours of feasting, Galadriel stood in front of them to give a speech.
"Elves of Lorien", began Galadriel, "today is a day to remember. Disaster has befallen us time and time again, and today is no different. Three times has Lorien been assaulted by Necromancer's troops, but Haldir and company defended Lorien each time with grand success. Thousands of elves had fallen in defense of our land, and thousands more would've died unless one brave elf soldier, covered in poisoned blood, hadn't come to me and told me of the impending danger. Because of this daring feat of bravery, my husband came to the battlefield with Araternil and chased the Orcs away with its bright light. And right after that, the Elves of Lorien still had the power in them to go to Dol Guldur itself and tear down the walls of Necromancer! Remember today as the day that your kin gave their lives to defend the city that you know stand in. Remember today as the day that four great battle in a row were fought and all were won in a grand stand! Remember today as the day the Necromancer was chased out of this world and never to come back. REMEMBER TODAY!"
"HAIL!" cheered the entire crowd. The crowd then went back to their feasting and their merry times, times that would last for hundreds of ages to come.
THE END