Hi I'm back with chapter two,
Declaimer-I grovel at the feet of the Almighty Tolkin!!
You wonderful reviewers!!!
I'm giving you all a big wet kiss, MMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, if you haven't read The Hobbit, The trapdoor in the cellar is where they toss out old barrels; it's an underground stream that leads back outside to the Forest River where the gates are.
~ ~Flashbacks~ ~ **Memories**
Chapter Two
~ ~ "What are we going to do?"
"Calm down Randel." The blonde elf opposite said most serenely.
"How can be so calm, when were locked in here like beasts?!"
He looked about, and then softly went to the cells barred doors. The guard didn't notice him, and with tempo that no man's eye could follow, his hand shot out and the rouge planted his thumb into the underside the guard's jaw. The sentry collapse as consciousness left him.
The conscious elf took a spine from the floor inserted it into the lock on the door. The others came over as the lock clicked open.
"You're a talented fugitive, elf." Sarnach said to him. "Just one thing, how are we going to get out of these caves?"
"Come on." He smirked and led the way down a twisting stairway.
Walking on they came out of the narrow tunnel to cellar. They crept to where they could get a view of a trapdoor.
"See that?" he asked and pointed.
"It looks like a trapdoor, elf." Silloss said, "And those look like guards."
"Rochwen, Silloss, " the elf said, "Put everyone in two groups and wait for the guards to get distracted. Then go to the trapdoor. It will take you to the Forest River."
"What about you?" Rochwen asked with inquiry, and concern in her voice. He was well known for pulling crazy stunts that almost killed him.
"I'm the distraction. I'll meet you at camp." He reassured. "Now get moving."
They obeyed grudgingly and waited around a turn. The lone one went to the opposite side of them. Then whistled loud as he could. Then as the guards chased him Rochwen and Silloss led everyone out and safely back to camp. ~ ~
*** Was there no way out of here?!?!
His left arm throbbed suddenly. It sometimes still did that. Nothing unusual, the laceration had never healed right, and it still acted up every now and again. But the pain it caused was more then physical when it did that.
"I need to get out of here, and quick." He thought to himself. But in the innermost cell, how could he? Enough of the odds though, he didn't want to meet with him again, though, after all this time it would be nice to give him a piece of his mind.
TBC
Declaimer-I grovel at the feet of the Almighty Tolkin!!
You wonderful reviewers!!!
I'm giving you all a big wet kiss, MMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, if you haven't read The Hobbit, The trapdoor in the cellar is where they toss out old barrels; it's an underground stream that leads back outside to the Forest River where the gates are.
~ ~Flashbacks~ ~ **Memories**
Chapter Two
~ ~ "What are we going to do?"
"Calm down Randel." The blonde elf opposite said most serenely.
"How can be so calm, when were locked in here like beasts?!"
He looked about, and then softly went to the cells barred doors. The guard didn't notice him, and with tempo that no man's eye could follow, his hand shot out and the rouge planted his thumb into the underside the guard's jaw. The sentry collapse as consciousness left him.
The conscious elf took a spine from the floor inserted it into the lock on the door. The others came over as the lock clicked open.
"You're a talented fugitive, elf." Sarnach said to him. "Just one thing, how are we going to get out of these caves?"
"Come on." He smirked and led the way down a twisting stairway.
Walking on they came out of the narrow tunnel to cellar. They crept to where they could get a view of a trapdoor.
"See that?" he asked and pointed.
"It looks like a trapdoor, elf." Silloss said, "And those look like guards."
"Rochwen, Silloss, " the elf said, "Put everyone in two groups and wait for the guards to get distracted. Then go to the trapdoor. It will take you to the Forest River."
"What about you?" Rochwen asked with inquiry, and concern in her voice. He was well known for pulling crazy stunts that almost killed him.
"I'm the distraction. I'll meet you at camp." He reassured. "Now get moving."
They obeyed grudgingly and waited around a turn. The lone one went to the opposite side of them. Then whistled loud as he could. Then as the guards chased him Rochwen and Silloss led everyone out and safely back to camp. ~ ~
*** Was there no way out of here?!?!
His left arm throbbed suddenly. It sometimes still did that. Nothing unusual, the laceration had never healed right, and it still acted up every now and again. But the pain it caused was more then physical when it did that.
"I need to get out of here, and quick." He thought to himself. But in the innermost cell, how could he? Enough of the odds though, he didn't want to meet with him again, though, after all this time it would be nice to give him a piece of his mind.
TBC