CHAPTER V
A HOBBIT REBORN
Aralokë got out of his outdoor sleeping bag (which was where all the Elven soldiers slept) and got his clothes on. He looked and saw that the moon touch the big Malorn tree, so he got out. Because the whole camp was asleep, he crept around and was as silent as a slithering snake. Aralokë nearly shrieked when he heard a loud noise, but saw that it was just an Elf snoring (probably me- I like to snore). Once he slithered his way around the sleeping beings, he found some surprising people standing on top of that hill- Saleme, two Haradrim soldiers, and Bungo.
"You actually came", snickered Saleme. "I didn't know Elves had some courage".
"Let the Halfling go!" shouted Aralokë.
"Not just yet!" shouted Saleme. "I have terms."
"What terms?"
"I just need one Elf, Woodman, or perhaps that shape shifter. Just give me any of your friends and I will give you the hobbit."
"What will you do with them?"
"That if for me to know and you to find out."
"Then I shall never agree to your sickening terms!"
"Let me go!" shouted Bungo, who tried to wriggle his way out of the grasp of the two Haradrim soldiers. "Please, this woman is like a Gorcrow. I can't stand it. PLEASE! HELP, DEAR FRIEND!"
"Either you give me a man now", said Saleme, "I will be forced to end this Hobbit's existence." One of the Harad soldiers then unsheathed a dagger and began to cut Bungo's skin. Bungo cried quietly in pain, but even though the noise was limited, Aralokë could barely stand it.
"I'll give you myself", said Aralokë. "Just stop hurting the Hobbit. Please!" He then bent on his knees and began to weep, but Saleme started waving her hand around because Aralokë's cry was too high pitched.
"Very well", sighed Saleme. She then waved at the Haradrim who released Bungo. Bungo then unsheated a dagger, lunged upon Aralokë, and jabbed the dagger into his gut.
"TRAITOR!" yelled Aralokë at the top of his lungs.
"Why do you think you were ambushed in the forest?" asked Bungo. "Did you really believe my story? It was all lies! By me! And I thought all my life that the elves were wise."
"Why?" asked Aralokë.
"I was a farmer back in the good ol' days in Hobbiton", said Bungo. "However, just recently, I've been having really rotten luck. My crops dried out. My animals became sick and rotted away. I lost all my extra money on a stupid bet that Frodo Baggins would never ever meet up with Farmer Maggot again. I went to Bree searching for money, and in the Prancing Pony I found Saleme, who offered me this job. Isn't this a great deal". Aralokë then spit on Bungo, but Bungo would have worse things to worry about than wiping the spit off his trousers. Duinrama had woken up at Aralokë's loud cry, and once he saw the Haradrim, he had no other choice but to yell.
"INTRUDERS!" yelled Duinrama. "Shoot them down!" Before he could say any more Saleme quickly threw a blade, which instantly landed in Duinrama's throat.
"NO!" yelled Aralokë. All of his friends were getting hurt and/or killed right and left, all because of his actions and his stupid visions. Before he could think any more, a volley of arrows were coming straight at him. The two Haradrim soldiers were hit and died within seconds, but Saleme swiftly grabbed Aralokë and Bungo and ran into the forest before any more arrows could hit her. The Elves tried to pursue, but she had gained a large head start. Once I got my clothes on I bounced out of my sleeping bag to see what happened. I had no clue whatsoever to what had happened, but from the look on everyone's eyes I began to feel fear. Once I saw the two dead Haradrim my fear increased, for I knew something wicked had happened here. Majaju and Beorn then ran up to me and looked at me worriedly.
"What shall we do?" asked Majaju.
"There is only one thing we really can do", I said. "We must leave for Menegroth." I looked into Beorn's and Majaju's eyes to see if they agreed, and I saw a look of happiness and vengeance in those big, bulging eyes. "Break down camp, soldiers. Quickly. We march to Menegroth!" I then drew my sword and ran to my sleeping bag to put away my things. The Battle for Menegroth was about to begin, and it wasn't going to be a pretty sight.
Galadriel of the Golden Wood was sting by her special mirror, the one she used to see the possible futures ahead of her. She had sat there for hours, and not a single should know why she sat there. Finally, one of the guards went to Celeborn, Galadriel's mate, and told him of his worries.
"My lord", said the soldier.
"What is it?" asked Celeborn, who turned around.
"The Golden Lady has been sitting down in front of her mirror for several hours", said the soldier. "We don't know what is happening."
"Mabey she is just staring into the mirror and seeing the future", stated Celeborn.
"No", said the Soldier. "She always stands up when she is seeing the future. We think you should see her. She might be in a state of shock from her far sightings."
"Very well", said Celeborn. He then put his book (a collection of historical events from the War of the Last Alliance) down and walked down the delicate stairs to see his wife. She was, as the soldier said, staring at the mirror, which was an odd thing to do. He sat down right next to her and put his arm around her, and suddenly she jumped up. Celeborn got scared, but Galadriel just smiled her sweet, enchanting smile.
"Hello, my love", said Galadriel.
"Greetings", said Celeborn. "You have been staring off into the distance for several hours. Are you okay?"
"I am fine", said Galadriel.
"So what have you been doing?"
"Thinking about what I have saw".
"What have you seen?"
"Many things".
"I mean today".
"Many things".
"What did you see to make you stare at the wall for so long?"
"I saw the fate of our land".
"You mean Middle-Earth?"
"No- Lorien, Menegroth, and all of the Woodland Realms of the Elves".
"What is our fate?"
"Haldir fights his battle right outside our doors. It is a very gruesome battle, but he shall surely win it and relinquish our land of Necromancer."
"So why did you stare at the wall? Shouldn't you be taking a bath or having a feast after seeing something great like that?"
"But the greatest threat comes with the unknown future- the future of Thranduil's battle. Saleme, the abandoned one, has altered the course of history with her Haradrim army. She will march into Menegroth and order her soldiers to destroy the woods with fire, but she will destroy it with something else. She will cleanse all of Menegroth with one dark curse, then our land, and soon all of Middle-Earth".
"Is there any hope for victory?"
"One small hope, a hope in the form of a soldier".
"How can one soldier decide our fate?"
"Sometimes all it takes is the few to change the lives of the many. Now, I think I will take a bath. She then left to clean herself of all the germs of her body, but she still was afraid of the choices that Aralokë would make- choices that would decide the fate of all people.
A HOBBIT REBORN
Aralokë got out of his outdoor sleeping bag (which was where all the Elven soldiers slept) and got his clothes on. He looked and saw that the moon touch the big Malorn tree, so he got out. Because the whole camp was asleep, he crept around and was as silent as a slithering snake. Aralokë nearly shrieked when he heard a loud noise, but saw that it was just an Elf snoring (probably me- I like to snore). Once he slithered his way around the sleeping beings, he found some surprising people standing on top of that hill- Saleme, two Haradrim soldiers, and Bungo.
"You actually came", snickered Saleme. "I didn't know Elves had some courage".
"Let the Halfling go!" shouted Aralokë.
"Not just yet!" shouted Saleme. "I have terms."
"What terms?"
"I just need one Elf, Woodman, or perhaps that shape shifter. Just give me any of your friends and I will give you the hobbit."
"What will you do with them?"
"That if for me to know and you to find out."
"Then I shall never agree to your sickening terms!"
"Let me go!" shouted Bungo, who tried to wriggle his way out of the grasp of the two Haradrim soldiers. "Please, this woman is like a Gorcrow. I can't stand it. PLEASE! HELP, DEAR FRIEND!"
"Either you give me a man now", said Saleme, "I will be forced to end this Hobbit's existence." One of the Harad soldiers then unsheathed a dagger and began to cut Bungo's skin. Bungo cried quietly in pain, but even though the noise was limited, Aralokë could barely stand it.
"I'll give you myself", said Aralokë. "Just stop hurting the Hobbit. Please!" He then bent on his knees and began to weep, but Saleme started waving her hand around because Aralokë's cry was too high pitched.
"Very well", sighed Saleme. She then waved at the Haradrim who released Bungo. Bungo then unsheated a dagger, lunged upon Aralokë, and jabbed the dagger into his gut.
"TRAITOR!" yelled Aralokë at the top of his lungs.
"Why do you think you were ambushed in the forest?" asked Bungo. "Did you really believe my story? It was all lies! By me! And I thought all my life that the elves were wise."
"Why?" asked Aralokë.
"I was a farmer back in the good ol' days in Hobbiton", said Bungo. "However, just recently, I've been having really rotten luck. My crops dried out. My animals became sick and rotted away. I lost all my extra money on a stupid bet that Frodo Baggins would never ever meet up with Farmer Maggot again. I went to Bree searching for money, and in the Prancing Pony I found Saleme, who offered me this job. Isn't this a great deal". Aralokë then spit on Bungo, but Bungo would have worse things to worry about than wiping the spit off his trousers. Duinrama had woken up at Aralokë's loud cry, and once he saw the Haradrim, he had no other choice but to yell.
"INTRUDERS!" yelled Duinrama. "Shoot them down!" Before he could say any more Saleme quickly threw a blade, which instantly landed in Duinrama's throat.
"NO!" yelled Aralokë. All of his friends were getting hurt and/or killed right and left, all because of his actions and his stupid visions. Before he could think any more, a volley of arrows were coming straight at him. The two Haradrim soldiers were hit and died within seconds, but Saleme swiftly grabbed Aralokë and Bungo and ran into the forest before any more arrows could hit her. The Elves tried to pursue, but she had gained a large head start. Once I got my clothes on I bounced out of my sleeping bag to see what happened. I had no clue whatsoever to what had happened, but from the look on everyone's eyes I began to feel fear. Once I saw the two dead Haradrim my fear increased, for I knew something wicked had happened here. Majaju and Beorn then ran up to me and looked at me worriedly.
"What shall we do?" asked Majaju.
"There is only one thing we really can do", I said. "We must leave for Menegroth." I looked into Beorn's and Majaju's eyes to see if they agreed, and I saw a look of happiness and vengeance in those big, bulging eyes. "Break down camp, soldiers. Quickly. We march to Menegroth!" I then drew my sword and ran to my sleeping bag to put away my things. The Battle for Menegroth was about to begin, and it wasn't going to be a pretty sight.
Galadriel of the Golden Wood was sting by her special mirror, the one she used to see the possible futures ahead of her. She had sat there for hours, and not a single should know why she sat there. Finally, one of the guards went to Celeborn, Galadriel's mate, and told him of his worries.
"My lord", said the soldier.
"What is it?" asked Celeborn, who turned around.
"The Golden Lady has been sitting down in front of her mirror for several hours", said the soldier. "We don't know what is happening."
"Mabey she is just staring into the mirror and seeing the future", stated Celeborn.
"No", said the Soldier. "She always stands up when she is seeing the future. We think you should see her. She might be in a state of shock from her far sightings."
"Very well", said Celeborn. He then put his book (a collection of historical events from the War of the Last Alliance) down and walked down the delicate stairs to see his wife. She was, as the soldier said, staring at the mirror, which was an odd thing to do. He sat down right next to her and put his arm around her, and suddenly she jumped up. Celeborn got scared, but Galadriel just smiled her sweet, enchanting smile.
"Hello, my love", said Galadriel.
"Greetings", said Celeborn. "You have been staring off into the distance for several hours. Are you okay?"
"I am fine", said Galadriel.
"So what have you been doing?"
"Thinking about what I have saw".
"What have you seen?"
"Many things".
"I mean today".
"Many things".
"What did you see to make you stare at the wall for so long?"
"I saw the fate of our land".
"You mean Middle-Earth?"
"No- Lorien, Menegroth, and all of the Woodland Realms of the Elves".
"What is our fate?"
"Haldir fights his battle right outside our doors. It is a very gruesome battle, but he shall surely win it and relinquish our land of Necromancer."
"So why did you stare at the wall? Shouldn't you be taking a bath or having a feast after seeing something great like that?"
"But the greatest threat comes with the unknown future- the future of Thranduil's battle. Saleme, the abandoned one, has altered the course of history with her Haradrim army. She will march into Menegroth and order her soldiers to destroy the woods with fire, but she will destroy it with something else. She will cleanse all of Menegroth with one dark curse, then our land, and soon all of Middle-Earth".
"Is there any hope for victory?"
"One small hope, a hope in the form of a soldier".
"How can one soldier decide our fate?"
"Sometimes all it takes is the few to change the lives of the many. Now, I think I will take a bath. She then left to clean herself of all the germs of her body, but she still was afraid of the choices that Aralokë would make- choices that would decide the fate of all people.