Meanwhile in Callahorn.......................................................
Dumbledore sighed and stood up from his desk. Almost three hundred years ago, the Elven and Dwarf armies had defeated Brona. Now he was back, bearing a new name, Voldemort.
He was already collecting an army of Trolls and Gnomes. His trackers had reported seeing huge bands of Gnomes marching south. The Trolls were banding together, which was in itself weird since they were organized into independent tribes.
There was also talk of seeing huge birds flying around, yet he knew they were not birds.
Skull Bearers.
Dumbledore knew it was only a matter of time before Voldemort decieded to take Callahorn. If they were beaten, the whole Southland was lost.
Three weeks had passed since Allanon had come to visit. He had told Dumbledore of the impending danger, and had quickly left, saying he was going to Arborlon to find help from the Elves. He just hoped they would make it in time.
Callahorn could not stand alone. His thoughts were intruppted by a sharp knock on the door.
" Come in."
One of his servants came in and gave a low bow, before straighting up and looking at him.
" My Lord, the scouts have come back. There are more reports of Gnome parties up into the Wolfsktaag Mountains and the Upper Anar. Gimli has already sent some of his Dwarves up to hold them off. Judging by the way they are moving, they plan to take Culhaven, then the borderlands. King Gimli has also sent a representative to speak to you. Shall I send for him?"
" Yes, thank you Mat."
The young servant bowed again and walked out of the room. Almost immedently a young Dwarf came in. He looked like all dwarves do, short and stocky with big feet. He was dressed in the traditional manner of the dwarves, dark green tunic, pants, and cloak. He walked up to Dumbledore and gave a short bow, " My Lord," rising he said, " King Gimli has sent me to ask for help, sir. As you know the gnomes are coming south, and we want to stop them before they get to far."
Dumbledore thought for a minute then added, " Yes, we want them stopped as soon as possible, before they can do too much damage. I will send you 3/4 of the border legion. 7,000 calvary, and 10,000 lances, plus 3,000 archers. The rest, I'm afraid must stay here to help protect my own people. I will also send my son, Balinor. That is, if I can find him. He's out scouting, yet should be back soon. I'll have the army ready to go by morning. In the meantime, come, let's eat, and talk over whats going on in the Skull Kingdom."
The dwarf blanched, obviousally the Skull Kingdom was not the favorite subjuct of the dwarfs.
Dumbledore saw this and laughed, " I didnt think so, oh well. Come, we will play a game of chess.
" And he walked away humming to himself, the young dwarf close behind........................................................................
............................At the same time, in the Skull Kingdom.......................
Two young men walked down the halls of the fortress. They were both in their twenties, and, well, they wern't good looking. Tall, and lean, they were a rather frightening sight.
One was named Lucious Malfoy. He was about 5' 9'' and had pale, blond hair.
The other was called Severus Snape. He was about the same height as Lucious but he had dark, greasy, slimy, etc... hair.
They both stopped walking when they got to a huge, wooden door. Lucious knocked twice and they heard a voice, a chilling, horrible voice, say " come in."
They opened the door and walked into the room, to a big wooden table, behind which sat a man. They both bowed deeply, and muttered " My Lord."
"Rise," Said the scary voice.
They rose and looked at the man in the chair.
Their master.
He was tall, really tall, with black hair, and red eyes that reminded them of a snake. He looked at them, and they tried not to shudder under his cold glare.
" I have called you forth for a very important task. A task so important, my whole conquest depends on it. Yet, I am doubting myself as to whether you two are the right choice. I need someone who is faithful to me. Who would never disobey me, and above all, is loyal. Tell me, why should I use you?"
He sat back and looked at them with amusement in his eyes. The men knew what was coming, they would have to pass several ridiculus tests to prove their loyality to him. They sighed and did it anyway.
" My Lord, my Master, we live to serve, and serve no other but you. Please do not doubt use, for we would never betray you, to even think so would mean death. Oh great, wonderful master, please let us prove ourselves to you."
They finished and looked at Voldemort, who looked like he was ready to laugh. He loved making his servants say that. That and putting them through the horrible tests. He smiled a wicked grin, and the men knew what was coming. They grimaced.
Instead, Voldemort went on talking, " What I need you two morons to do is very important. Hopefully, I do not have to repeat that again." At seeing their interested looks, he continued, " You know of the Druid Allanon."
Both men scowled. Yes, the Druid. The wise, all knowing Druid. They knew of him, and if they ever had him within their cluthes they would........
" He has figured out a way to destroy me, Im afraid. He has also found the person to destroy me. He must be stopped. As we speak he is journeying west to Arborlon with 4 young boys."
Here he stopped and they thought they saw a glimmer of hope in his eyes. But that wasnt right. His eyes never looked that way.
Moments later it was gone, and they thought they had imagined it.
" They are joureyning to King Elrond Elessedil, to seek his aid. They must be stopped. I want you to take a group of 40 men west. Seek out these men, and destroy them. Do that, and be honored beyond belief. Fail me, and, well you dont want to know do you. Since you WON'T fail me."
They nodded their heads furiousally.
" Good. Also, that stupid git Dumbledore has sent some of his armies east to help the dwarves. Find more gnomes and add the Trolls into the group that is already forming."
He gave them one last look before saying, " that is all. Now go."
The boys stood and hastily bowed. No torture. This might turn out all right after all.
" Oh, before you go....." Voldemort started and pushed the boys into the 'examination room', where, minutes later, screams could be heard.
............................. Once again, in Culhaven.............................
" King Gimli, what are we to do. The gnome armies are quickly approaching and the reinforcements from Callahorn are yet to arrive. Oh what are we to do. Woe is me. Woe is me,"
" Pull yourself together dwarf," King Gimli said to his officer. Gimli knew that the gnomes probably wouldnt make it out of the Wolfsktaag mountains alive. Only a trained dwarf could navigate the mountains. Besides there were things there that defied all reason. Such as shape shifters and things from other times.
No. Barely any, if that many, Gnomes would make it out of the mountains alive, unless they had someone helping them.
Someone who had gone through the range and lived. Someone who was a skilled hunter and tracker.
Someone who was a dwarf.
No, no. Dwarfs would not betray each other.
Mabye its not a dwarf.
How did it become and 'it'. Last time I checked they were still stuck in the mountain passes and no one is helping them.
I better stop thinking about this before I become mad.
He looked back to his junior officer.
" Dont worry, Roe. Dumbledore will send help, and Allanon is helping too, though I have no idea how he is, but I assume he is doing everything he can to stop Voldemort. So, let's go back to camp, shall we."
Roe nodded and followed his king back to where the dwarves were getting ready for war.
Dumbledore sighed and stood up from his desk. Almost three hundred years ago, the Elven and Dwarf armies had defeated Brona. Now he was back, bearing a new name, Voldemort.
He was already collecting an army of Trolls and Gnomes. His trackers had reported seeing huge bands of Gnomes marching south. The Trolls were banding together, which was in itself weird since they were organized into independent tribes.
There was also talk of seeing huge birds flying around, yet he knew they were not birds.
Skull Bearers.
Dumbledore knew it was only a matter of time before Voldemort decieded to take Callahorn. If they were beaten, the whole Southland was lost.
Three weeks had passed since Allanon had come to visit. He had told Dumbledore of the impending danger, and had quickly left, saying he was going to Arborlon to find help from the Elves. He just hoped they would make it in time.
Callahorn could not stand alone. His thoughts were intruppted by a sharp knock on the door.
" Come in."
One of his servants came in and gave a low bow, before straighting up and looking at him.
" My Lord, the scouts have come back. There are more reports of Gnome parties up into the Wolfsktaag Mountains and the Upper Anar. Gimli has already sent some of his Dwarves up to hold them off. Judging by the way they are moving, they plan to take Culhaven, then the borderlands. King Gimli has also sent a representative to speak to you. Shall I send for him?"
" Yes, thank you Mat."
The young servant bowed again and walked out of the room. Almost immedently a young Dwarf came in. He looked like all dwarves do, short and stocky with big feet. He was dressed in the traditional manner of the dwarves, dark green tunic, pants, and cloak. He walked up to Dumbledore and gave a short bow, " My Lord," rising he said, " King Gimli has sent me to ask for help, sir. As you know the gnomes are coming south, and we want to stop them before they get to far."
Dumbledore thought for a minute then added, " Yes, we want them stopped as soon as possible, before they can do too much damage. I will send you 3/4 of the border legion. 7,000 calvary, and 10,000 lances, plus 3,000 archers. The rest, I'm afraid must stay here to help protect my own people. I will also send my son, Balinor. That is, if I can find him. He's out scouting, yet should be back soon. I'll have the army ready to go by morning. In the meantime, come, let's eat, and talk over whats going on in the Skull Kingdom."
The dwarf blanched, obviousally the Skull Kingdom was not the favorite subjuct of the dwarfs.
Dumbledore saw this and laughed, " I didnt think so, oh well. Come, we will play a game of chess.
" And he walked away humming to himself, the young dwarf close behind........................................................................
............................At the same time, in the Skull Kingdom.......................
Two young men walked down the halls of the fortress. They were both in their twenties, and, well, they wern't good looking. Tall, and lean, they were a rather frightening sight.
One was named Lucious Malfoy. He was about 5' 9'' and had pale, blond hair.
The other was called Severus Snape. He was about the same height as Lucious but he had dark, greasy, slimy, etc... hair.
They both stopped walking when they got to a huge, wooden door. Lucious knocked twice and they heard a voice, a chilling, horrible voice, say " come in."
They opened the door and walked into the room, to a big wooden table, behind which sat a man. They both bowed deeply, and muttered " My Lord."
"Rise," Said the scary voice.
They rose and looked at the man in the chair.
Their master.
He was tall, really tall, with black hair, and red eyes that reminded them of a snake. He looked at them, and they tried not to shudder under his cold glare.
" I have called you forth for a very important task. A task so important, my whole conquest depends on it. Yet, I am doubting myself as to whether you two are the right choice. I need someone who is faithful to me. Who would never disobey me, and above all, is loyal. Tell me, why should I use you?"
He sat back and looked at them with amusement in his eyes. The men knew what was coming, they would have to pass several ridiculus tests to prove their loyality to him. They sighed and did it anyway.
" My Lord, my Master, we live to serve, and serve no other but you. Please do not doubt use, for we would never betray you, to even think so would mean death. Oh great, wonderful master, please let us prove ourselves to you."
They finished and looked at Voldemort, who looked like he was ready to laugh. He loved making his servants say that. That and putting them through the horrible tests. He smiled a wicked grin, and the men knew what was coming. They grimaced.
Instead, Voldemort went on talking, " What I need you two morons to do is very important. Hopefully, I do not have to repeat that again." At seeing their interested looks, he continued, " You know of the Druid Allanon."
Both men scowled. Yes, the Druid. The wise, all knowing Druid. They knew of him, and if they ever had him within their cluthes they would........
" He has figured out a way to destroy me, Im afraid. He has also found the person to destroy me. He must be stopped. As we speak he is journeying west to Arborlon with 4 young boys."
Here he stopped and they thought they saw a glimmer of hope in his eyes. But that wasnt right. His eyes never looked that way.
Moments later it was gone, and they thought they had imagined it.
" They are joureyning to King Elrond Elessedil, to seek his aid. They must be stopped. I want you to take a group of 40 men west. Seek out these men, and destroy them. Do that, and be honored beyond belief. Fail me, and, well you dont want to know do you. Since you WON'T fail me."
They nodded their heads furiousally.
" Good. Also, that stupid git Dumbledore has sent some of his armies east to help the dwarves. Find more gnomes and add the Trolls into the group that is already forming."
He gave them one last look before saying, " that is all. Now go."
The boys stood and hastily bowed. No torture. This might turn out all right after all.
" Oh, before you go....." Voldemort started and pushed the boys into the 'examination room', where, minutes later, screams could be heard.
............................. Once again, in Culhaven.............................
" King Gimli, what are we to do. The gnome armies are quickly approaching and the reinforcements from Callahorn are yet to arrive. Oh what are we to do. Woe is me. Woe is me,"
" Pull yourself together dwarf," King Gimli said to his officer. Gimli knew that the gnomes probably wouldnt make it out of the Wolfsktaag mountains alive. Only a trained dwarf could navigate the mountains. Besides there were things there that defied all reason. Such as shape shifters and things from other times.
No. Barely any, if that many, Gnomes would make it out of the mountains alive, unless they had someone helping them.
Someone who had gone through the range and lived. Someone who was a skilled hunter and tracker.
Someone who was a dwarf.
No, no. Dwarfs would not betray each other.
Mabye its not a dwarf.
How did it become and 'it'. Last time I checked they were still stuck in the mountain passes and no one is helping them.
I better stop thinking about this before I become mad.
He looked back to his junior officer.
" Dont worry, Roe. Dumbledore will send help, and Allanon is helping too, though I have no idea how he is, but I assume he is doing everything he can to stop Voldemort. So, let's go back to camp, shall we."
Roe nodded and followed his king back to where the dwarves were getting ready for war.