Chapter 2
Mwhahah chapter 2 is here.R&R
"Arwen, I was once a warder and I know bloody hands when I see them whether others can or not. So who did you kill?"
"If you insist I will tell you. I killed my late husband Aragorn son of Arathorn."
"You killed your husband?"
"Yes and if you speak a word of it I will kill you as well." A guttural snarl followed by an incomprehensible word that sounded like " For Sauron" sounded outside the door and then the door was broken down with one hit of an extraordinarily trolloc-like things fist.
"Orcs! I thought you all died when Sauron died!" Screamed Arwen in Agitation
"Move orcs let the trollocs through, now!" commanded a snake-like voice. The orcs scattered at the command and Trollocs came bursting through the door."
"Damn first your bloody orcs and now a Myrdraal and a fist of trollocs!"
"Trollocs? Myrdraal?"
"I'll explain later. For the Seven Towers!" Lan no longer had any emotions that had any real effect, there was only him the sword in his hand and the trollocs. A tall figure with a flaming sword leapt into the fray killing the Myrdraal and several trollocs with one sweep of his sword.
"I killed Shai'tan and I will kill you all! Fear the Dragons wrath!" An arrow took Lan by surprise and punctured his left shoulder. As he struggled up from the floor he felt a firm hand on his chest.
"Don't you dare move a muscle Lan, it will only spread the poison faster, this is an orc arrow they are always covered in deadly poison." looking up for a second he saw Rand in the midst of yet more orcs and trollocs. Even though vastly out numbered he was still laughing, every once and a while sending a group of enemies go whirling over the stone railing with a fire ball sent from his hands. Arwen stared wonderingly at the tall red haired person in the hall sending balls of fire every which way and striking with all the skill Lan had with a flaming sword. She noticed abruptly that he was laughing, and surly that must mean he was evil to laugh so? And then there were the fireballs being flung from his hands. Could this be Morgoth the ancient liege lord of Sauron, long trapped in Valinor?
Sorry bout all the short chapters but im a very inexperienced writer and if I spelled myrdraal wrong sorry about that I don't have a Wheel of Time book in front of me to take it from so sorry about any misspellings. the same goes for Lord of The Rings names.- Manetheren824 any questions or comments put them the reviews R&R!
Mwhahah chapter 2 is here.R&R
"Arwen, I was once a warder and I know bloody hands when I see them whether others can or not. So who did you kill?"
"If you insist I will tell you. I killed my late husband Aragorn son of Arathorn."
"You killed your husband?"
"Yes and if you speak a word of it I will kill you as well." A guttural snarl followed by an incomprehensible word that sounded like " For Sauron" sounded outside the door and then the door was broken down with one hit of an extraordinarily trolloc-like things fist.
"Orcs! I thought you all died when Sauron died!" Screamed Arwen in Agitation
"Move orcs let the trollocs through, now!" commanded a snake-like voice. The orcs scattered at the command and Trollocs came bursting through the door."
"Damn first your bloody orcs and now a Myrdraal and a fist of trollocs!"
"Trollocs? Myrdraal?"
"I'll explain later. For the Seven Towers!" Lan no longer had any emotions that had any real effect, there was only him the sword in his hand and the trollocs. A tall figure with a flaming sword leapt into the fray killing the Myrdraal and several trollocs with one sweep of his sword.
"I killed Shai'tan and I will kill you all! Fear the Dragons wrath!" An arrow took Lan by surprise and punctured his left shoulder. As he struggled up from the floor he felt a firm hand on his chest.
"Don't you dare move a muscle Lan, it will only spread the poison faster, this is an orc arrow they are always covered in deadly poison." looking up for a second he saw Rand in the midst of yet more orcs and trollocs. Even though vastly out numbered he was still laughing, every once and a while sending a group of enemies go whirling over the stone railing with a fire ball sent from his hands. Arwen stared wonderingly at the tall red haired person in the hall sending balls of fire every which way and striking with all the skill Lan had with a flaming sword. She noticed abruptly that he was laughing, and surly that must mean he was evil to laugh so? And then there were the fireballs being flung from his hands. Could this be Morgoth the ancient liege lord of Sauron, long trapped in Valinor?
Sorry bout all the short chapters but im a very inexperienced writer and if I spelled myrdraal wrong sorry about that I don't have a Wheel of Time book in front of me to take it from so sorry about any misspellings. the same goes for Lord of The Rings names.- Manetheren824 any questions or comments put them the reviews R&R!