I realize the part in this story about the mouth of Sauron still being alive is bogus, but it helps the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the rings.
Chapter 4: Turn of the tide
Sarumon stood in front of his tower, expecting company. And forth rode a man, a wicked man cloaked in black.
"Greetings, oh wise one." he bowed to Sarumon.
Sarumon looked upon him in utter disgust. With a wave of his staff, the man was on his back.
"You should not be here, mouth of Sauron. The fall of Sauron should've been your fall as well."
"I made no bond to Sauron deeper than my service." claimed the mouth of Sauron "I was not born of him, so I do not die of him."
"You shall die of me!!" cried Sarumon. He raised his staff and the mouth of Sauron was blown back.
"Power!" cried the mouth of Sauron "Power is what you desire! I can give that to you!"
"I know what you want from me," said Sarumon "But Sarumon the wise does not abandon reason for madness!"
Meldince stared blankly into space. Aragorn quickly picked up on the sorrow in his expression.
"Thranduil's death was not of your making." assured Aragorn.
"I should've gotten there quicker, none of this would've happened!" Meldince sighed "Or maybe it would have. I would've eventually found out about my father. I've always felt pride in my veins for being the prince of mirkwood, but it was all a lie."
Aragorn was about to speak, but off in the distance he saw riders coming toward them.
"Come Meldince." he drew his sword, as did Meldince. When the riders got close enough, Aragorn immeadiatly recognized them.
"Riders of Rohan!" he called to them "What news from the mark?!"
The riders moved closer "None of which concerns you, Aragorn, son of Arathorn, traitor of your blood!!" spat the leader, Eomer.
"So," began Aragorn "Word of my deeds to the elfs has reached Rohan?"
"Yes, and how convieniant!" he said as he spotted Meldince "An elf friend? I ought to kill you both right now!"
"But you won't!" accused Aragron "You never have the heart to deliver the final blow."
Eomer's eyes widened in Anger. He drew his sowrd, "DO NOT QUESTION MY COURAGE OR INTEGRITY!!! FILTH! SCUM! IF YOU WISH TO DIE THEN SO BE IT!!!" he raised his sword, and Aragorn kneeled waiting for the strike.
"ENOUGH!" yelled a voice. Meldince, Eomer, and Aragorn all turned their heads. In rode Theodred, son of Theoden, prince of Rohan, superior to Eomer.
"You! Eomer son of Eomund are a traitor of YOUR blood!" he met eye to eye with Eomer "Slaughtering men pointlessly as you were about to do to this man! My father was never keen to battle in the first place, but look at you! You've forgotten what you are fighting for! Now leave him!"
"But my lord - my cousin - the elf-"
"I said LEAVE HIM!" demanded Theodred.
And so Eomer left. Theodred shook his head "Really master elf, you must excuse him. He is not ill of heart, just mislead.."
"I know." said Meldince "Hopefully that will all change soon."
Shadowblade awoke to the sound of the horn of Gondor.
He quickly roused Nerwen "Jennifer! Wake up!"
She bolted awake "What is it?"
"Gondor approaches!" he explained "Quick! We must rouse Elen Monier!"
"Who?"
"The lord of Rivendell!" said Bryce "More commonly reffered to as Deliverer."
And so Shadowblade rallied the troops on the outskirts of rivendell, while he commanded them from the treetops.
"Ready!" the elfs notched their arrows "Aim!" they pulled back their arrows. But just as Shadowblade was about to drop his hand he caught a glimpse of something white and waving.
"No..." Shadowblade whispered to himself "It cannot be..."
Deliverer rushed up to meet Shadowblade "What is it?"
"It appears they have a white flag." confirmed Shadowblade.
"Can it be?" wondered Deliverer "That after all these years, they wish for peace?"
"We should welcome them in." advised Shadowblade "But keep on our guard."
And so the company rode in and everyone had their bows pointed at them.
"Lower your bows!" requested the head man "We mean you no harm!"
But Shadowblade was still rather skeptical "You are no king OR captain of Gondor."
"No indeed," he confessed "I am Boromir son of Denothor. Put down your bows, I have much of a story to tell."
Shadowblade hesitated, but ordered his men to lower their bows.
"Gondor," began Boromir "Has been taken under the wing of Crowestar's bloodline. His descendants have claimed themselves the rightful heirs to the throne of Gondor. They have been preparing for a great battle, the final aussalt that will wipe out all of the elf race. Because of this, our people have grown hungry, they cannot sleep, all have become victims to the machine of war driven by the new king. That is why the regency of Gondor and those loyal to it have fled."
At this everyone's jaw dropped.
At last, Shadowblade spoke up "Well, my friend, you may always find peace here."
Please R&R, no flames unless they are constructive critisism and not just spineless insults.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the rings.
Chapter 4: Turn of the tide
Sarumon stood in front of his tower, expecting company. And forth rode a man, a wicked man cloaked in black.
"Greetings, oh wise one." he bowed to Sarumon.
Sarumon looked upon him in utter disgust. With a wave of his staff, the man was on his back.
"You should not be here, mouth of Sauron. The fall of Sauron should've been your fall as well."
"I made no bond to Sauron deeper than my service." claimed the mouth of Sauron "I was not born of him, so I do not die of him."
"You shall die of me!!" cried Sarumon. He raised his staff and the mouth of Sauron was blown back.
"Power!" cried the mouth of Sauron "Power is what you desire! I can give that to you!"
"I know what you want from me," said Sarumon "But Sarumon the wise does not abandon reason for madness!"
Meldince stared blankly into space. Aragorn quickly picked up on the sorrow in his expression.
"Thranduil's death was not of your making." assured Aragorn.
"I should've gotten there quicker, none of this would've happened!" Meldince sighed "Or maybe it would have. I would've eventually found out about my father. I've always felt pride in my veins for being the prince of mirkwood, but it was all a lie."
Aragorn was about to speak, but off in the distance he saw riders coming toward them.
"Come Meldince." he drew his sword, as did Meldince. When the riders got close enough, Aragorn immeadiatly recognized them.
"Riders of Rohan!" he called to them "What news from the mark?!"
The riders moved closer "None of which concerns you, Aragorn, son of Arathorn, traitor of your blood!!" spat the leader, Eomer.
"So," began Aragorn "Word of my deeds to the elfs has reached Rohan?"
"Yes, and how convieniant!" he said as he spotted Meldince "An elf friend? I ought to kill you both right now!"
"But you won't!" accused Aragron "You never have the heart to deliver the final blow."
Eomer's eyes widened in Anger. He drew his sowrd, "DO NOT QUESTION MY COURAGE OR INTEGRITY!!! FILTH! SCUM! IF YOU WISH TO DIE THEN SO BE IT!!!" he raised his sword, and Aragorn kneeled waiting for the strike.
"ENOUGH!" yelled a voice. Meldince, Eomer, and Aragorn all turned their heads. In rode Theodred, son of Theoden, prince of Rohan, superior to Eomer.
"You! Eomer son of Eomund are a traitor of YOUR blood!" he met eye to eye with Eomer "Slaughtering men pointlessly as you were about to do to this man! My father was never keen to battle in the first place, but look at you! You've forgotten what you are fighting for! Now leave him!"
"But my lord - my cousin - the elf-"
"I said LEAVE HIM!" demanded Theodred.
And so Eomer left. Theodred shook his head "Really master elf, you must excuse him. He is not ill of heart, just mislead.."
"I know." said Meldince "Hopefully that will all change soon."
Shadowblade awoke to the sound of the horn of Gondor.
He quickly roused Nerwen "Jennifer! Wake up!"
She bolted awake "What is it?"
"Gondor approaches!" he explained "Quick! We must rouse Elen Monier!"
"Who?"
"The lord of Rivendell!" said Bryce "More commonly reffered to as Deliverer."
And so Shadowblade rallied the troops on the outskirts of rivendell, while he commanded them from the treetops.
"Ready!" the elfs notched their arrows "Aim!" they pulled back their arrows. But just as Shadowblade was about to drop his hand he caught a glimpse of something white and waving.
"No..." Shadowblade whispered to himself "It cannot be..."
Deliverer rushed up to meet Shadowblade "What is it?"
"It appears they have a white flag." confirmed Shadowblade.
"Can it be?" wondered Deliverer "That after all these years, they wish for peace?"
"We should welcome them in." advised Shadowblade "But keep on our guard."
And so the company rode in and everyone had their bows pointed at them.
"Lower your bows!" requested the head man "We mean you no harm!"
But Shadowblade was still rather skeptical "You are no king OR captain of Gondor."
"No indeed," he confessed "I am Boromir son of Denothor. Put down your bows, I have much of a story to tell."
Shadowblade hesitated, but ordered his men to lower their bows.
"Gondor," began Boromir "Has been taken under the wing of Crowestar's bloodline. His descendants have claimed themselves the rightful heirs to the throne of Gondor. They have been preparing for a great battle, the final aussalt that will wipe out all of the elf race. Because of this, our people have grown hungry, they cannot sleep, all have become victims to the machine of war driven by the new king. That is why the regency of Gondor and those loyal to it have fled."
At this everyone's jaw dropped.
At last, Shadowblade spoke up "Well, my friend, you may always find peace here."
Please R&R, no flames unless they are constructive critisism and not just spineless insults.