Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, or any of the characters of the of the movie or book, they all belong to J.R. Tolkien.
Claimer: I know some people don't put things that they claim, but in this story I must. Sorry if that's annoying to anyone! I own..., Anarya Calmacil, and Sanariam. Delacroix owns Frosco Knotwise and Ruby Knotwise. TeNevah owns Annilien. Also, we own the 'Bludin-ki' it is a new breed of orc.There we go!
A/n- I hope that you guys will like the first chapter of "The Bleeding Leaf." The idea was formed by one of my friends on 'The-N' Delacroix. This was actually based on a RPG (Role-Playing Game) that I attended in on the site. It was a great idea, so I made it into a story with Delacroix's permission. All Reviews appreciated, all Flames are used on the camp fire to make smores! Yumm!
Dedicated to- This chapter is dedicated to Delacroix. Thank-you for letting me use the idea! I appreciate it SO MUCH!
Languages- This story has alot of elvish, and some black speech in it. All the translations will be at the bottom of the page. Thanks!
Now without further adue, the first chapter of "The Bleeding Leaf." Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1- 'Brudak-hia.'
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"So what did you think of your trip to Gondor?" Aragorn asked as taking a sip of his drink. "It was long and adventurous, but we made it." Legolas replied while smiling at Anarya. All three of them was sitting at a table in a Tavern in Gondor. There was many more elves, humans, and even hobbits happily drinking and conversing about plans and other such topics. "How is everything faring in Loth Lorien and Mirkwood?" Aragorn asked. Anarya looked at Aragorn, "Well hir-nin, everything is...,"
Just then someone burst through the door interrupting Anarya's and everyone else's conversations. "What is it Frosco?" a hobbit asked. "There here!" the hobbit replied while falling to the floor, revealing a mark on the back of his head from an orc weapon. Legolas, Anarya, and Aragorn, assisted by another she-elf known as Annilien, arose and ran to the hobbit. Seeing as their medical assistance was needed. The whole place rattled and shook, sending things crashing to the ground.
"Voices..., I hear voices...," the hobbit thought while opening his eyes to see six blurred firgures. Just then it all came back to him, images of torture, and the high-pitches screams of helpless women and children as the Orcs moved through the Westfold. Frosco shivers at what he hears, some of the elves hear it too. It was the faint sound of Wargs being ridden by the Bludin-ki, a new breed of orc with stronger weaponry and more complex attack methods.
"What do they want?" Frosco thought. "What did we do to deserve..., No! It couldn't be. Yes, it could, Pippin...,"
After the four had done all that they could do, they arose and ran outside. There, atleast a few miles away, marched several orcs that no one had ever seen before. The three elves raised their bows and let out arrows as fast as they could get them, each killing the victim that was in their path. "Bludin-ki, they're a new breed of orc." a voice behid the four said. They turned to see Frosco. "We must fight...," Legolas yelled over the rampaging of the orcs. "..., they are to close for us to send arrows out." Aragorn pulled out his knife, and the other three pulled out their twin blades from their sheaths.
Frosco, as well as the others, pulled out his knife from it's sheath and prepared for battle. "Frosco, mellon-nin, are you sure you can fight?" Anarya screamed while killing an orc that approached her. "This is for you, Ruby!" Frosco yelled as killing the orc that was before him, and several more that was behind.
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Anarya and Legolas battled side by side. The angry 'bludin-ki' around them were battling as hard as they ever could. There was only atleast five or six left including the ones that they were fighting at the moment. "How are you fairing?" Legolas yelled. "Well, how are you?" she asked. "Well." Legolas replied. Just then something hit them in the back of the head after they had killed the two orcs that was before them.
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Aragorn and Annilien battled a few feet away from each-other. Neither of them had seen Legolas or Anarya go down, nor knew how the hobbit was fairing. They only hoped for the best. Aragorn, after killing the last orc before him, looked around to see Annillien on the ground. He carried her back to the wall of the Tavern, then went in search of his friends before tending to her wounds.
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"Anarya, Legolas, mellon-nins, where are you?" Aragorn yelled while searching through the carcasses of dead orcs. After several hours of continuous battle, all of the orcs either lay dead, or fled to the forests around them. Aragorn noticed something blonde and something brown laying underneath a body of an orc a few feet away. Aragorn pushed the orc off to reveal Anarya and Legolas. He had done spotted Annilien, and brought her to the side of the Tavern. He quickly did the same to these two, and checked their wounds.
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Frosco walked through the wreckage of dead carcasses. "Pippin, Pippin, Pippin...," he said to himself. He really was in a hurry to go find the hobbit, but stopped at the side of the Tavern to check his wounds. He found out that he only had a few cuts and scratches, but nothing major. "They'll be back, they have to finish what Pippin has started." he whispered to himself. He quickly bound the wounds, and got up. Frosco felt something grab hold of his arm. He only hoped that this 'something' did not wish to harm him...
TBC...
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Elvish Translations:
Hir-nin- My lord.
Mellon-nin- My friend.
A/n- I know, I know, this chapter was short! I will try to make the chapters longer. I hope that you enjoyed this chapter. The title of the story will make since later, I promise! I will see what I can do though to make them longer. Hannad. Na-den pedim ad, Navaer! ( Elvish Translations- (Hannad- Thanks.) (Na-den pedim ad,- Until we speak again,) (Navaer!- Farewell!) )