And to think the day had started out so nice. I was ridge soaring over the Misty Mountains on a beautiful wave in the evening, before the coolness of night stilled the winds. I was covered in my sisters dried blood, and my stomach was growling in protest to not being fed all day.
What a long day, I thought, and getting longer.
As Greenwood darkened beneath me, I failed to notice the sky darkening above me. Two, giant talons dove at me, they were attached to a Fell Beast which was being ridden by a Nazgul. The Fell Beast came baring down on me like a bat out of hell. I did a barrel roll down and to the right, and then went into a dive. I if was truly the character I had dreamed up in my head then I would be able to out fly it, I was the fastest thing around, on land and in the air. I dove down into the depths of the darkening forest of Greenwood in the hopes of losing the beast.
Now flying below the treetops I could hear the giant wing beats of the Fell Beast as flew above me, searching me out by sent, since it couldn't see me. My wings beat noiselessly in the dead air, two more brilliant characteristics, I was as silent as an owl and as able to fly in dead air as a Gyrfalcon, and just as fast as one too. I could fly sixty miles per hour, horizontally, in dead air. I was also as agile as a Goshawk, and could maneuver through the trees as easily as if it were an open field. I also had the night vision of an owl so I could see every little detail as if it were high noon.
After I had flown around under the cover of the trees in dizzying circles, covering the whole forest of Greenwood twice over, I was sure, the wing beats of the Fell Beast disappeared and everything fell into a deep uneasy silence. I was so exhausted the next tree I came to I landed in and, having sunk my claws deep into the bark of it, rested.
There was movement below me , but I dismissed it as some forest animal, big mistake. When I finally did wake up enough to relive what had made the sound it was too late.
Smoke was curling up around me and the temperature of the air was stifling. I decided to use the warm rising air to take off and fly away from the fire, another big mistake. No sooner had I taken off than a Fell Beast launched out of the forest and pounced on me. I tried to dodge but I was so tired and the smoke made me heady.
The Fell Beast crushed me to the ground in the middle of a previously used battle field. The dead lay everywhere, Elf, Man, Orc, beast, all dead, it must've been a slaughter. I landed near the body of an Orc, it had an elven sword stuck in its stomach. I yanked it out and hacked at the Fell Beast's talons. It immediately jumped up into the air, freeing me. When it brought its head down to see what had injured it I hacked it clean off, it jared my arm in return.
Still in shock and pain from what I had just done I wasn't able to move out of the way of the rest of the Fell Beast as its dead weight fell on top of me, pinning me under its thick neck. My feet, and tail lay on one side of the beasts neck, and my head, arms, and wings on the other. All the air was crushed out of my lungs seemingly never to return.
Now I was trapped, and the Nazgul that commanded the beast was not to pleased about what I had done to his ride. I heard a sword being unsheathed. I still had my sword, the one I'd borrowed from a dead Orc's belly, but it was sandwiched between my body and the dead Fell Beasts, and it was in my jarred and useless arm.
As I struggled to draw breath I heard the sound of boots landing on the ground and walking in my direction.
The Nazgul stood over me like a cloud blocking out the stars. His sword glinted coldly as he held it, ready to strike. I dove my free, left hand under the Fell Beast in hopes of drawing out the sword that was pinned there, but the Nazgul's blade was already slicing up that arm, making it bloody and useless. Now the sword moved over my heart, dripping blood, my blood.
I heard a pounding in my head, at first I thought it was my heart but the rhythm didn't sound right. Then I realized it was the sound of feet, an army of them, coming closer. Were they friend of foe?
The Nazgul didn't hear them. He raised his sword straight up, the tip still pointing at my heart. The Nazgul let out a terrible shriek as he brought his sword down. Half way through the plunge; though, he hesitated just long enough for me to move so that the blow would not be fatal.
Two flaming arrows lodged themselves in the Nazgul's head. He screeched a horrifying sound, and dropped the sword letting it completed its journey into my left shoulder. I screamed like I never knew I could. It buried itself deep inside before grinding around and falling to the ground next to me. The pain was agonizing and I lay there paralyzed, now both arms useless and near fainting.
A small battle raged around me. More fiery arrows, and steel blades cutting down every living thing in sight. More elves and men fell, more Orcs and beasts lay dead. One Warg that had managed to stay alive found my right leg and attempted to rip it off. I kicked it in the side of its head, breaking its neck and bruising the bottom of my left foot.
I tried to keep conscious enough to be aware of what was happening around me, but I was loosing blood so fast. Everything around me kept swirling around and fading in and out of black. Finally everything fell silent, and I wondered weather the battle was over or if that meant I was dead. I panicked when the latter thought hit me, and cried out. It wasn't very loud, in fact it was quite quiet, but still someone heard me.
A face appeared, floating above me in my foggy vision. Not elf or man, it looked familiar though, and friendly. The face spoke to me but I couldn't hear it. I tried to say that I couldn't hear them but everything was spinning again and fading to black, I hoped that the face, swimming in my darkening vision, was not the last thing I'd ever see. Everything went black and all feeling left me.
What a long day, I thought, and getting longer.
As Greenwood darkened beneath me, I failed to notice the sky darkening above me. Two, giant talons dove at me, they were attached to a Fell Beast which was being ridden by a Nazgul. The Fell Beast came baring down on me like a bat out of hell. I did a barrel roll down and to the right, and then went into a dive. I if was truly the character I had dreamed up in my head then I would be able to out fly it, I was the fastest thing around, on land and in the air. I dove down into the depths of the darkening forest of Greenwood in the hopes of losing the beast.
Now flying below the treetops I could hear the giant wing beats of the Fell Beast as flew above me, searching me out by sent, since it couldn't see me. My wings beat noiselessly in the dead air, two more brilliant characteristics, I was as silent as an owl and as able to fly in dead air as a Gyrfalcon, and just as fast as one too. I could fly sixty miles per hour, horizontally, in dead air. I was also as agile as a Goshawk, and could maneuver through the trees as easily as if it were an open field. I also had the night vision of an owl so I could see every little detail as if it were high noon.
After I had flown around under the cover of the trees in dizzying circles, covering the whole forest of Greenwood twice over, I was sure, the wing beats of the Fell Beast disappeared and everything fell into a deep uneasy silence. I was so exhausted the next tree I came to I landed in and, having sunk my claws deep into the bark of it, rested.
There was movement below me , but I dismissed it as some forest animal, big mistake. When I finally did wake up enough to relive what had made the sound it was too late.
Smoke was curling up around me and the temperature of the air was stifling. I decided to use the warm rising air to take off and fly away from the fire, another big mistake. No sooner had I taken off than a Fell Beast launched out of the forest and pounced on me. I tried to dodge but I was so tired and the smoke made me heady.
The Fell Beast crushed me to the ground in the middle of a previously used battle field. The dead lay everywhere, Elf, Man, Orc, beast, all dead, it must've been a slaughter. I landed near the body of an Orc, it had an elven sword stuck in its stomach. I yanked it out and hacked at the Fell Beast's talons. It immediately jumped up into the air, freeing me. When it brought its head down to see what had injured it I hacked it clean off, it jared my arm in return.
Still in shock and pain from what I had just done I wasn't able to move out of the way of the rest of the Fell Beast as its dead weight fell on top of me, pinning me under its thick neck. My feet, and tail lay on one side of the beasts neck, and my head, arms, and wings on the other. All the air was crushed out of my lungs seemingly never to return.
Now I was trapped, and the Nazgul that commanded the beast was not to pleased about what I had done to his ride. I heard a sword being unsheathed. I still had my sword, the one I'd borrowed from a dead Orc's belly, but it was sandwiched between my body and the dead Fell Beasts, and it was in my jarred and useless arm.
As I struggled to draw breath I heard the sound of boots landing on the ground and walking in my direction.
The Nazgul stood over me like a cloud blocking out the stars. His sword glinted coldly as he held it, ready to strike. I dove my free, left hand under the Fell Beast in hopes of drawing out the sword that was pinned there, but the Nazgul's blade was already slicing up that arm, making it bloody and useless. Now the sword moved over my heart, dripping blood, my blood.
I heard a pounding in my head, at first I thought it was my heart but the rhythm didn't sound right. Then I realized it was the sound of feet, an army of them, coming closer. Were they friend of foe?
The Nazgul didn't hear them. He raised his sword straight up, the tip still pointing at my heart. The Nazgul let out a terrible shriek as he brought his sword down. Half way through the plunge; though, he hesitated just long enough for me to move so that the blow would not be fatal.
Two flaming arrows lodged themselves in the Nazgul's head. He screeched a horrifying sound, and dropped the sword letting it completed its journey into my left shoulder. I screamed like I never knew I could. It buried itself deep inside before grinding around and falling to the ground next to me. The pain was agonizing and I lay there paralyzed, now both arms useless and near fainting.
A small battle raged around me. More fiery arrows, and steel blades cutting down every living thing in sight. More elves and men fell, more Orcs and beasts lay dead. One Warg that had managed to stay alive found my right leg and attempted to rip it off. I kicked it in the side of its head, breaking its neck and bruising the bottom of my left foot.
I tried to keep conscious enough to be aware of what was happening around me, but I was loosing blood so fast. Everything around me kept swirling around and fading in and out of black. Finally everything fell silent, and I wondered weather the battle was over or if that meant I was dead. I panicked when the latter thought hit me, and cried out. It wasn't very loud, in fact it was quite quiet, but still someone heard me.
A face appeared, floating above me in my foggy vision. Not elf or man, it looked familiar though, and friendly. The face spoke to me but I couldn't hear it. I tried to say that I couldn't hear them but everything was spinning again and fading to black, I hoped that the face, swimming in my darkening vision, was not the last thing I'd ever see. Everything went black and all feeling left me.