A/N: This is written entirely by my friend and co-author, Shadowenforcer (and revised by me)
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Wolfboy245: Oh! I feel so loved! Well don't worry, I've already written chapter 4 myself, I just need to type it and hey! Shadowenforcer isn't such a bad author! (tosses each reviewer a cookie) keep reviewing! I will keep putting in chapters but I might feel more inclined to do it faster if I got some reviews (hint hint)
Disclaimer: If you REALLY want to know THAT BADLY if I own Lord of the rings, see the last two chapters
Journey to the lonely mountain
"Aragorn, I do not think our only son should be in such danger." Arwen argued "He is still very young."
"He is a strong boy, Arwen." Aragorn retorted "He will be fine! Do not worry, I shall watch over him."
"Fine." she agreed "But do not lose him! He is still only a young man."
"You have my word."
"Is everyone ready?" asked Shadowblade as he saddled Shadowfoot, his horse. He looked among the many riders, in particular his old childhood friends Meldince and Nerwen.
Meldince sighed and looked at Shadowblade "Well, let us begin."
"Forward everyone!" yelled Shadowblade. The many horses reeled and took off.
"We shall camp here for the night." announced Shadowblade "I estimate we are about 50 leagues in, and 300 away from the mountain."
And just as they were about to get settled in: "Sir!!" up rode one of the riders "9 riders in black are approaching!"
"Nazgul!" yelled Shadowblade "Draw your weapons!"
"What?!" exclaimed Nerwen " Impossible!"
"She's right." said Meldince "How could they be here? Sauron is dead!"
But Shadowblade did not hear them "What business do you have here Nazgul?"
The front man looked very confused "No Nazgul am I! I am Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood! I bring 8 warriors of our realm."
Shadowblade blushed and smiled "You gave us quite a fright!" he laughed.
Nerwen rolled her eyes "Hey Shadowblade!"
Shadowblade turned around "Yes?"
"Now that we are all roused, shall we continue?"
Shadowblade smiled again "You always did have high endurance, even for an elf." he returned to his ranger tone of voice "But it would be too rough for most of us. Besides, we all need rest, even you." He put a hand on her shoulder "Goodnight." he said, as he walked to his tent.
The next day:
"Arise riders!" commanded Shadowblade "And we will continue our long journey to the lonely!"
And so they did.
"We have made 40 leagues this morning. "We still have many to go. We will rest here for 1 hour, then -"
"ATTACK!!!" Yelled a harsh voice as arrows rained on the camp.
Meldince looked out in shock as he looked upon his enemy. A party of orcs.
"No." said Meldince to himself "Impossible!"
"They're a new breed." said Shadowblade "Some new devilry is at work. Draw your weapons!"
"I got one!" bragged Nerwen.
"10!" yelled Meldince.
"15!" Shadowblade (A/n: Yeah, he WOULD give himself the most. Stupid Bryce (shadowenforcer))
"Not for long!" smiled Nerwen and Meldince.
"Meldince! Watch out!" Shadowblade fired two arrows into an orc.
"Shadowblade! Watch out!" Nerwen fired two arrows into an orc.
"I owe you one." said Shadowblade as he ran past "More support on the right side!" he yelled.
"Shadowblade!" yelled a rider "More are coming on the left side! Everyone! Mount! Orc on foot cannot catch men or elves on horseback!"
"Shadowfoot!" yelled Bryce.
"Thundershoe!" yelled Kevin.
"Windarrow!" yelled Jennifer.
And over the hill came three horses and so the company off.
Bryce dismounted his horse in disgrace "I can't believe we lost."
"Well son, we are still alive." said Aragorn "So nobody won." he turned to Nerwen "Oh! Your sister and mother send greettings!" he pulled out a slip of parchment and a finely crafted elven sword.
Nerwen's eyes widened as she took the blade "That's my father's sword!"
"Yes, and I want you to have it now."
Jennifer whipped around along with everyone else.
And there was Legolas.
"I'm sorry I never told you."
Meldince nodded "I know now."
Shadowblade broke the silence"Well then." he sighed "Let's move on."
Later that night:
"Well we're 200 leagues away." announced Shadowblade "Do you all wish to keep going, or stay here and camp?"
"Some should stay behind." said a rider "And the rest should scout ahead."
"Alright then." said Shadowblade "I shall take 1/2 the dunedain. Legolas, Meldince, my father, and Nerwen, onward."
The three called their horses again. "Let us ride forth!" Shadowblade yelled.
They began to ride "Are you sure about this?" asked one of the dunedain.
"Yes." said Shadowblade "I think this is a wise descision."
Finnally, they reached the mountain. "Well." said Shadowblade "Onto the top."
"Look! A dwarf door!" said Meldince. They were at the top and the sun was beggining to rise. "And it's open!"
"Let us enter." said Shadowblade as he beckoned everyone in.
They began to walk in. "There are bones everywhere!" exclaimed Nerwen.
"Yes." laughed Meldince "Bones everywhere, and dust." he drew his sword "Be on the lookout for Smaug the dragon."
"A Dragon?" muttered Nerwen.
"Yes, and he kicked the dwarves out when he lived here." stated Aragorn "My father told me of this place -"
Aragorn was interupted by a deep cry. The whole cave shook as a large green armoured dragon stepped toward them.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" he cried, while sailing towards the company " WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!!!!"
"We have come to take back the mountain!" declared Shadowblade "The elves are now at war with the dwarves and men. You can help us defeat them, or leave this place now!"
"THE DWARVES YOU SAY?" inquired Smaug "I CAN HELP YOU, BUT FIRST YOU MUST DO SOMETHING FOR ME!!"
"What do you wish Smaug?" asked Shadowblade.
" THE DEATH OF THE GRANDSON OF THE KING UNDER THE MOUNTAIN!!!" came his reply.
"Fine." agreed Shadowblade reluctantly "We shall bring you his head."
"THEN WE HAVE A DEAL." hissed Smaug.
"We shall set up here." Shadowblade announced.
Nerwen put a hand on Shadowblade's shoulder "Shadowblade what's wrong?"
He sighed "Now I head to give Smaug the dwarve king's head.
"It'll be fine." Nerwen reassured him "What if we kill Smaug?"
"I'm not sure Nerwen." he said "I'm going for a ride, tell the others."
"Let me come with you!" she begged
"No!" he said.
"Oh please!!" she protested.
He shrugged "Fine." he mounted his horse.
"I don't think I should follow you." she conveyed "I could get lost. What if we ride Shadowfoot together?"
"That might be a good idea!" he laughed "You never did have a sense of direction."
"Hey, what's that suppoed to mean?" she asked angerily.
"Nothing." he shook his head "Do you want to sit in front or in back?"
"Front." she replied "I want a good view of where we are going. And don't try anything from behind me!" she threatened, her eyes glinted.
"Geez, don't bite my head off!" he said, while lowering his hand to help her up.
And so they rode into the night.
"Shadowblade," Nerwen asked "Where are we going?"
"We're going to my old treehouse in the woods of rivendell." he replied.
"Rivendell?" wondered Nerwen "That far from the lonely mountain?"
"It is far for a normal horse" he replied "But for a meras it'll take the time it would take most horses to travel half a league.
" The tree house can hold up to about 10,000 pounds, but don't move around too much." warned
Shadowblade.
"OK."
"Well," Shadowblade announced "Here it is. Do not fret, it is quite safe, I reinforced the tree." he assured her, noticing her facial expression.
"So this is your house?" she wondered "It's pretty big, and really nice. Did you leave a note for the others?"
"Yes," he responded, taking off his gloves and helmet "Should we stay overnight?"
"Are you going to change in front of me?" she asked
"No!" he undid his cloak and hung it up "I'm just taking off my battle garments.
::outside, on the balconey of the treehouse::
"What are you doing out here?" Nerwen wondered.
"Looking at the stars."
"It's freezing out here." she observed "Do you want a blanket or your cloak?"
"No. I'm not cold." he replied "I'm used to it by now."
"Well," she said, half annoyed "I'm gonna get a blanket."
"Fine." he replied "Go ahead."
A few minutes later she came out with a blanket. She wrapped it around herself and sat next to him.
"What was it like living here?" she asked.
"Busy, really busy." he told her "Non-stop work."
"Well, living in Mirkwood was always pretty fun." she said.
For a few minutes they sat there, staring into space.
Then Shadowblade felt a light thud on his shoulder.
Ah great! He thought to himself, she's asleep. He picked her up, put her on the bed, and put the blanket over her. He walked out to the balconey once more. He stood on the balconey until his eyelids became heavy. Then, he leaned against the wall and went to sleep.
So how'd you like that chapter? I thought it was pretty good. Like I said, I already have a rough draft of chapter 4, so get reviewing!!
Next chapter: The exiled men and the white wizard
In this paralell world, what has become of Sarumon, Eomer, Theodred, and Boromir? Find out next chapter!
Reviewers: No! We want Wolfboy!
Wolfboy245: Oh! I feel so loved! Well don't worry, I've already written chapter 4 myself, I just need to type it and hey! Shadowenforcer isn't such a bad author! (tosses each reviewer a cookie) keep reviewing! I will keep putting in chapters but I might feel more inclined to do it faster if I got some reviews (hint hint)
Disclaimer: If you REALLY want to know THAT BADLY if I own Lord of the rings, see the last two chapters
Journey to the lonely mountain
"Aragorn, I do not think our only son should be in such danger." Arwen argued "He is still very young."
"He is a strong boy, Arwen." Aragorn retorted "He will be fine! Do not worry, I shall watch over him."
"Fine." she agreed "But do not lose him! He is still only a young man."
"You have my word."
"Is everyone ready?" asked Shadowblade as he saddled Shadowfoot, his horse. He looked among the many riders, in particular his old childhood friends Meldince and Nerwen.
Meldince sighed and looked at Shadowblade "Well, let us begin."
"Forward everyone!" yelled Shadowblade. The many horses reeled and took off.
"We shall camp here for the night." announced Shadowblade "I estimate we are about 50 leagues in, and 300 away from the mountain."
And just as they were about to get settled in: "Sir!!" up rode one of the riders "9 riders in black are approaching!"
"Nazgul!" yelled Shadowblade "Draw your weapons!"
"What?!" exclaimed Nerwen " Impossible!"
"She's right." said Meldince "How could they be here? Sauron is dead!"
But Shadowblade did not hear them "What business do you have here Nazgul?"
The front man looked very confused "No Nazgul am I! I am Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood! I bring 8 warriors of our realm."
Shadowblade blushed and smiled "You gave us quite a fright!" he laughed.
Nerwen rolled her eyes "Hey Shadowblade!"
Shadowblade turned around "Yes?"
"Now that we are all roused, shall we continue?"
Shadowblade smiled again "You always did have high endurance, even for an elf." he returned to his ranger tone of voice "But it would be too rough for most of us. Besides, we all need rest, even you." He put a hand on her shoulder "Goodnight." he said, as he walked to his tent.
The next day:
"Arise riders!" commanded Shadowblade "And we will continue our long journey to the lonely!"
And so they did.
"We have made 40 leagues this morning. "We still have many to go. We will rest here for 1 hour, then -"
"ATTACK!!!" Yelled a harsh voice as arrows rained on the camp.
Meldince looked out in shock as he looked upon his enemy. A party of orcs.
"No." said Meldince to himself "Impossible!"
"They're a new breed." said Shadowblade "Some new devilry is at work. Draw your weapons!"
"I got one!" bragged Nerwen.
"10!" yelled Meldince.
"15!" Shadowblade (A/n: Yeah, he WOULD give himself the most. Stupid Bryce (shadowenforcer))
"Not for long!" smiled Nerwen and Meldince.
"Meldince! Watch out!" Shadowblade fired two arrows into an orc.
"Shadowblade! Watch out!" Nerwen fired two arrows into an orc.
"I owe you one." said Shadowblade as he ran past "More support on the right side!" he yelled.
"Shadowblade!" yelled a rider "More are coming on the left side! Everyone! Mount! Orc on foot cannot catch men or elves on horseback!"
"Shadowfoot!" yelled Bryce.
"Thundershoe!" yelled Kevin.
"Windarrow!" yelled Jennifer.
And over the hill came three horses and so the company off.
Bryce dismounted his horse in disgrace "I can't believe we lost."
"Well son, we are still alive." said Aragorn "So nobody won." he turned to Nerwen "Oh! Your sister and mother send greettings!" he pulled out a slip of parchment and a finely crafted elven sword.
Nerwen's eyes widened as she took the blade "That's my father's sword!"
"Yes, and I want you to have it now."
Jennifer whipped around along with everyone else.
And there was Legolas.
"I'm sorry I never told you."
Meldince nodded "I know now."
Shadowblade broke the silence"Well then." he sighed "Let's move on."
Later that night:
"Well we're 200 leagues away." announced Shadowblade "Do you all wish to keep going, or stay here and camp?"
"Some should stay behind." said a rider "And the rest should scout ahead."
"Alright then." said Shadowblade "I shall take 1/2 the dunedain. Legolas, Meldince, my father, and Nerwen, onward."
The three called their horses again. "Let us ride forth!" Shadowblade yelled.
They began to ride "Are you sure about this?" asked one of the dunedain.
"Yes." said Shadowblade "I think this is a wise descision."
Finnally, they reached the mountain. "Well." said Shadowblade "Onto the top."
"Look! A dwarf door!" said Meldince. They were at the top and the sun was beggining to rise. "And it's open!"
"Let us enter." said Shadowblade as he beckoned everyone in.
They began to walk in. "There are bones everywhere!" exclaimed Nerwen.
"Yes." laughed Meldince "Bones everywhere, and dust." he drew his sword "Be on the lookout for Smaug the dragon."
"A Dragon?" muttered Nerwen.
"Yes, and he kicked the dwarves out when he lived here." stated Aragorn "My father told me of this place -"
Aragorn was interupted by a deep cry. The whole cave shook as a large green armoured dragon stepped toward them.
"AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" he cried, while sailing towards the company " WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!!!!"
"We have come to take back the mountain!" declared Shadowblade "The elves are now at war with the dwarves and men. You can help us defeat them, or leave this place now!"
"THE DWARVES YOU SAY?" inquired Smaug "I CAN HELP YOU, BUT FIRST YOU MUST DO SOMETHING FOR ME!!"
"What do you wish Smaug?" asked Shadowblade.
" THE DEATH OF THE GRANDSON OF THE KING UNDER THE MOUNTAIN!!!" came his reply.
"Fine." agreed Shadowblade reluctantly "We shall bring you his head."
"THEN WE HAVE A DEAL." hissed Smaug.
"We shall set up here." Shadowblade announced.
Nerwen put a hand on Shadowblade's shoulder "Shadowblade what's wrong?"
He sighed "Now I head to give Smaug the dwarve king's head.
"It'll be fine." Nerwen reassured him "What if we kill Smaug?"
"I'm not sure Nerwen." he said "I'm going for a ride, tell the others."
"Let me come with you!" she begged
"No!" he said.
"Oh please!!" she protested.
He shrugged "Fine." he mounted his horse.
"I don't think I should follow you." she conveyed "I could get lost. What if we ride Shadowfoot together?"
"That might be a good idea!" he laughed "You never did have a sense of direction."
"Hey, what's that suppoed to mean?" she asked angerily.
"Nothing." he shook his head "Do you want to sit in front or in back?"
"Front." she replied "I want a good view of where we are going. And don't try anything from behind me!" she threatened, her eyes glinted.
"Geez, don't bite my head off!" he said, while lowering his hand to help her up.
And so they rode into the night.
"Shadowblade," Nerwen asked "Where are we going?"
"We're going to my old treehouse in the woods of rivendell." he replied.
"Rivendell?" wondered Nerwen "That far from the lonely mountain?"
"It is far for a normal horse" he replied "But for a meras it'll take the time it would take most horses to travel half a league.
" The tree house can hold up to about 10,000 pounds, but don't move around too much." warned
Shadowblade.
"OK."
"Well," Shadowblade announced "Here it is. Do not fret, it is quite safe, I reinforced the tree." he assured her, noticing her facial expression.
"So this is your house?" she wondered "It's pretty big, and really nice. Did you leave a note for the others?"
"Yes," he responded, taking off his gloves and helmet "Should we stay overnight?"
"Are you going to change in front of me?" she asked
"No!" he undid his cloak and hung it up "I'm just taking off my battle garments.
::outside, on the balconey of the treehouse::
"What are you doing out here?" Nerwen wondered.
"Looking at the stars."
"It's freezing out here." she observed "Do you want a blanket or your cloak?"
"No. I'm not cold." he replied "I'm used to it by now."
"Well," she said, half annoyed "I'm gonna get a blanket."
"Fine." he replied "Go ahead."
A few minutes later she came out with a blanket. She wrapped it around herself and sat next to him.
"What was it like living here?" she asked.
"Busy, really busy." he told her "Non-stop work."
"Well, living in Mirkwood was always pretty fun." she said.
For a few minutes they sat there, staring into space.
Then Shadowblade felt a light thud on his shoulder.
Ah great! He thought to himself, she's asleep. He picked her up, put her on the bed, and put the blanket over her. He walked out to the balconey once more. He stood on the balconey until his eyelids became heavy. Then, he leaned against the wall and went to sleep.
So how'd you like that chapter? I thought it was pretty good. Like I said, I already have a rough draft of chapter 4, so get reviewing!!
Next chapter: The exiled men and the white wizard
In this paralell world, what has become of Sarumon, Eomer, Theodred, and Boromir? Find out next chapter!