Chapter Two

-Emyn Muil-

"A rock slide took one of our Numenorean fellows when it came from above, no more problems from them but we have yet to find the animal or whatever sent that rockslide at us" Daromir FA 150

Daromir finished writing in his small travel journal, if only that creature that killed the nobel warrior could've of been caught.

I look around as the fire slowly died and Daromir went to sleep, it was my watch until morning. Rushing Bulls plants, however few, shuffled in the wind.

I shivered in the wind, the cold pierced my wool clothes and sank deep into my body, my heart ached for the warmth of a fire but there was no firewood to be found in this deary place. Boromir and Daromir shuffled in their sleep, the Numenorean just stayed at his post among the rocks above us, bow in hand, arrow nocked.

The morning came too soon and soon as the breakfast was ate, we were gone north, over the passes and through the woods.

Three Days out of Emyn Muil, we came upon Lake Town and Dale! There stood the Lonely Mountain! We ran towards Dale to find it destroyed, Lake Town in burnt stubs, a dragon had been here, possibly took the lonely mountain once more, we walked silently towards the Lonely Mountain, a ringing sound coming from the mountain itself, the Dwarves were victorious! The Dwarves greeted us kindly and bestowed us with Dwarven items, Me: Leather diamond studded Bracers, everyone else got hoods of finest silk in all of Middle Earth, We stayed for three days and made camp in the North branch of the mountain, where the rooms with the finest beds were.

-Eight Months later-

-Lindon-

We had lost the Men in a battle with the Goblins of the North and had gained two more companions, Kili and Fili, both of the Dwarven army that fought with us at the Lonely Mountain. Daromir fell but Boromir II is still walking behind us, carrying the Horn of Gondor in memory of the fallen prince.

-Battle-

Goblins attacking all around, dwarves fighting/hacking their opponents to bits before being taken out by a goblin sword/axe/arrow, Then sounded the Horn of Gondor, Daromir was in trouble, Borormir and the remaining Numenorean were injured or dead that Daromir was to sound the Horn, Goblins headed towards Daromir and so it was a historic battle at Amon Hen was repeated.

Aranel split off from me, hacking down Goblins with his axe and sword as I ran towards Daromir, Goblins dying with every blood soaked and blood won stroke.

Then I approached Raven's Hill, the last outpost that Daromir was at, finding him with a half dozen arrows piercing his stomach and chest regions, a few hundred dwarven corpses surronded him and the mound of goblin corpses that was stacked in a corner, it must of been when the goblins had retreated for the night and stockkilled them in the morning light.

Daromir groaned in pain, but was almost silenced by a thick arrow piercing his shoulder near his neck. Blood exploding from the wound, I looked up and saw a huge Goblin/Uruk mix which must of been the King of all Goblins carrying a huge bow of wood and iron, the goblin king threw the bow and pulled a huge claymore type sword from a sheath made out of dwarf skin and stormed me.

My axe and sword were barely enough to prevent the monster from claiming me, but I finally cut off its hand and threw a hard haymaker punch, twisting the goblin's head totally backwards, killing it slowly and painfully, I rushed over to Daromir and held his head up and placed a smooth rock behind it, blood was pouring from each of his wounds and blood seeped from his mouth.

"I'm sorry Elessar...I failed you..."

I replied in Common Tongue, "You didn't fail no one, you fought until you could fight no more, that is more honor than dying on a battlefield"

Then Daromir, Prince of Ithilien and King of Gondor passed into the next realm. Boromir ran up the slope and saw that Daromir was dead, took the Horn from Daromir's cooling hands and blew three long, loud blasts from the horn, calling all allies to begin attacking with all haste.

Then the Eagles of the North and Elves of Mirkwood entered the fray, sweeping Goblin's aside with their talons and spears and swords.

The Goblins turned and fled back north.

The Eagles took flight after them and the Elves started to help bury the dead.

-Present-

Lindon also known as the Shire was a land filled with Halflings or Hobbits if you wanted to use the more modern term for them, but the City of the Grey Havens still stood, however falling apart.

Gilgalad II ruled over the small city, passionately waiting until it was time to sail to Valinor with the remaining elves but sadly when the Fellowship arrived in the Grey Havens, the last ship was gone, Gilgalad had left with the remaining elves.

"Time to move on."

"Elessar, we are low on food, maybe they left some provisions for us before they left?"

"Possibly, we'll guard as the dwarves search."

Aranel took the guard tower to the west as I took to the east.

It was time to begin the mission to destroy Sura, the witch of Isengard for good.

Chapter 3 coming soon!