Well, I'm back! Thank you all for your very kind and encouraging reviews! I have honestly not expected to receive so many. I would especially like to thank reviewers like Lady Vanya, Padme Eponine, Yua-Hime, Aura Rogers, and many other reviewers who encouraged me to keep going and giving me some very helpful pieces of advice. I would also like to thank alone on the water, my beta for giving me a couple of suggestions and generally being a good friend to bounce ideas off.
So anyway, I hope that this chapter is up to your expectations, and I'm sorry it took so long. This chapter will sort of zoom out from the fellowship and give a wider view of events happening in earth and Middle earth. So, yeah, thank you all for reading, subscribing and favoriting. It gives me a happy buzz every time I check my email and seeing a new review, favorite or alert. You guys are really, really great readers.
Enjoy.
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Away…away… they were running away. Without her. She tried to force herself to run, to catch up with them, but her legs seemed glued to the ground. She could only watch. He was leaving. Her friends were leaving. Her companions were leaving. Why? Why were they leaving her here? Had it been her decision? She felt tears streaking down her face.
"NO! Don't leave me!" she tried to scream, but no sound came from her throat. Her dream self stood resolutely on the wooden boards, watching as her friends picked up speed, running as fast as they could. She strained her eyes, trying to catch a last glance of her friends. She saw him,her beloved, lagging behind. He seemed to have trouble seeing where he was going, and Aragorn had to support him. She was sure there were tears falling from his dear face. He cast a longing, searching look back towards her direction. He was evidently looking for her. She tried to wave, to call out, but she was not in control of her actions. She seemed to be invisible. Tears clouded her vision.
"Don't leave me!" she tried to wail. Curse this! Why couldn't she make any sound? "Come back! Don't leave me here!"The company was getting smaller and smaller in the distance. Soon, they were a mere speck on the horizon. Again, she tried to strain her eyes, to see him again. No more. They were gone. She had been left behind. Alone. Alone!
"NO…PERCY! PERCY!"
A flash, then everything changed. She gasped. Not again… she thought, horrified. Not again! A familiar scene. Darkness. Bones. An oppressive darkness, but it wasn't Moria. Moria had been tame compared to the aura of evil and rot here. Something moved in the darkness. The shadows shifted. Horror gripped her. Icy terror surged through her veins, paralyzing her. Her legs turned to jelly. Her throat was stuck. She couldn't scream. She made a last ditch effort.
She screamed in pure terror and desperation.
"PERCY!"
She was wrapped in something. Something thick and heavy which restricted her movements greatly. She flailed, trying to escape. Somebody yelled in surprise. Strong hands gripped her. Terror washed over her afresh. She struggled against the hands, lashing out with hands and fists. She was in danger! She needed to escape! Gasps turned into sobs. Her chest heaved from sobs and gasps. She was totally hyperventilating. The arms were still around her. Something was screaming in her ear.
"Annabeth! Annabeth! It's alright. I'm here. It's okay. Relax!" the voice. It sounded so familiar, so reassuring. She realized she was still lashing out. She had an urge to fight, to scratch, to slap, but the hands held her arms firmly. Her throat was sore. She must have been screaming a lot. Her muscles were very tense. Slowly, she tried to loosen them. The hands around her arms relaxed slightly.
"Percy?" she gasped out. Where was he? She needed him. Where was she?
"I'm here Annabeth. I'm here. Don't worry. Calm down." The voice commanded. Her terror started fading at that voice. Slowly, she opened her eyes. Two green, concerned eyes stared back at her. Her sobs subsided. She sat up slowly and took a look around her. She was in her bedroom at Lothlorien. The thing that had been entangling her had been her blankets. Her blankets were now torn and tattered from her exhaustions. Percy was sitting beside her, holding her hand, calming her with his presence.
He squeezed her hand softly. "Do you want to talk about it, Annabeth?" he asked hesitantly.
Annabeth bit her lip. It had been the same nightmare again. The fifth night in a row. Ever since she had looked into that mirror, the nightmare had plagued her over and over again. Alone. Abandoned. Terrified. She turned to meet Percy's concerned eyes, and saw some scratches on his face and arms. She gasped. "Did I do that?"
Percy refused to meet her eyes.
"Gods, Percy, I'm sorry!" she cried. She ran to her backpack, which was hanging beside the bed and took out her bottle of nectar. Percy tried to protest, but she would not be turned. Slowly, tenderly, she spread nectar over the scratches, watching as they faded into the skin.
Percy grabbed her arm softly. "Annabeth. What's bothering you? Is it so bad that you can't tell me?"
Alone, abandoned…Annabeth snatched her hand away instinctively. The pained look on Percy's face nearly killed her. She quickly took hold of his hand again, fighting down the memory. She took a deep breath. Should I tell him? I don't think I can…
Percy must have seen the internal struggle reflected in her eyes, for he dropped the subject quickly enough. "Is there anything I could do to help you, Annabeth?"
Annabeth sighed, then glanced back at Percy hesitantly. "Could you stay with me again? Just like our first night here. Please?"
A sad smile crossed his face. "Do you really have to ask?"
Annabeth smiled softly. "Thank you."
She fell asleep again even before her head hit the pillow. A warm darkness enveloped her consciousness, and she had another dream.
"Annabeth. Annabeth…" A woman was calling her name. A woman dressed all in white. A very familiar woman.
Annabeth gasped. "Athena? Mother?" she could hardly believe it
"Annabeth! My dear daughter! You are safe!" Athena ran towards Annabeth and embraced her. Annabeth was too shocked to react. Her mother had never been so familiar with her before.
"M..Mom. How... how did you find us? Where are you?" Annabeth asked wonderingly, looking up at the goddess. She was utterly shocked to see traces of tears in her mother's eyes. Did her mother really care for her that much? She had never given any sign of having any affection for her.
Athena smiled." Thanks to the combined efforts of Morpheus and Hypnos, they have been able to break through the barrier between the worlds and given Poseidon, Artemis, Hades and I an hour to be with our children. Oh, my daughter. I am so sorry that you had to go through this.". Her face grew determined. "I will do whatever I can; I will do all that is in my power to bring you back to us. When you vanished along with your friends, I felt crushed. There were so many things I wished I could have said, so many things I wished I could have done. I…I am proud of you, my daughter." Her voice dropped into a whisper.
Annabeth was speechless. Wordlessly, she embraced her mother for the first time. Athena's eyes widened with surprise, then softened as she held her daughter in her arms. "Keep up hope Annabeth. Do not let despair come over you. I love you, my child."
The dream was fading. Her mother was beginning to feel less solid in her arms. "Mother! Don't leave me!" cried Annabeth. Her mother cared for her. Her mother loved her. She didn't want to let go of this hope.
Athena looked distressed as she faded away. "Annabeth! Stay strong! Do what you have to do, and do not lose hope! Stay alive!" Athena faded away completely. Annabeth barely caught her last words, barely a whisper. "for me…"
Suddenly, Annabeth realized she wasn't alone. She saw Hades talking quietly in his usual, serious tones with Nico, Artemis hugging Thalia and straightening the silver circlet on her forehead, Percy laughing with Poseidon as they played with their water powers. As she watched, the gods slowly faded away, leaving the four demigods alone. Slowly, Thalia and Nico faded too. Percy walked over to her.
"Well…I'd say that was a pleasant change from the usual demigod dreams." He said softly, a faraway look in his eyes.
"Definitely." Agreed Annabeth, trying to remember the feeling of being hugged by her mother for the first time. A smile appeared on her face. "I'm going to take my mother's advice. I've moped too long. I should have realized there is always hope."
Percy grinned at her and raised a hand to his forehead in a salute before fading away. Annabeth smiled softly. She felt herself slowly leaving the realm of dreams. Darkness.
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Brightness. Brightness in her eyes. It was too bright to ignore. Annabeth groaned and threw her hand over her face. She felt Percy's hand twitch in her hand. She opened her eyes. It was morning. A smile crossed her face. Now that she had a good night's sleep, and with such a wonderful dream, she felt ready to do anything.
She sat up in bed and lightly squeezed Percy's arm. A tiny pang of guilt struck her. How could she have been so selfish to do this? It had probably been a very uncomfortable night. She stroked his cheek tenderly, waking him up. He cracked his trademark grin to see her awake and so cheerful. "Mornin' Wise Girl. That was a wonderful dream last night, eh?"
She smiled back at him. "Good MorNING, Seaweed Brain." She greeted, putting extra stress on the NING. Being the daughter of the Wisdom Goddess, omissions and abbreviations sometimes annoyed her a lot.
Percy just grinned at her. She scowled playfully. "Why are you so cheerful all of a sudden?"
"Hmm... let's see. I don't know! Maybe it could be the fact that my beautiful, terminally depressed girlfriend has finally turned normal again?"
She shrieked and threw her pillow at him. "I was not terminally depressed!"
Percy laughed and ducked as she continued throwing pillows at him. "Did I mention beautiful?"
"Flattery will get you nowhere, Seaweed Brain!"
There was a noise at the door. Annabeth froze and turned towards it to see Boromir leaning against the doorframe, chuckling. "Lover's quarrel, I assume?" he teased. "It's time to get down to breakfast." He wolf whistled at their rumpled clothes. "Hmm…Percy didn't go back to his rooms last night. Did you two…" he let the sentence trail off, grinning.
Annabeth shrieked with indignation and threw her pillow at Boromir, who snatched it out of the air. "Well this is certainly a change from the forlorn girl I saw the last few days. What happened last night?" his face was red with barely restrained laughter.
Still blushing furiously, Percy and Annabeth went followed Boromir to the breakfast table, though the occasional giggle still escaped Annabeth. Her well of depression seemed to have dried up and been replaced with happiness instead. After days of depression, the world suddenly seemed so much brighter, the colors more vibrant than she had noticed. A shadow of last night's dream flitted across her mind, but she banished it quickly. Nothing would ruin this perfect day for me.
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Athena
Athena sighed as she slowly felt herself being pulled out of her daughter's dream. Annabeth had been so shocked when she had embraced her, like it had been the last thing she had expected. I will really have to pay more attention to my children. Even Poseidon often tries to go out of his way to show his care for his son.
She emerged on the tiled floors of the throne room of Olympus, along with her sister Artemis and her uncles Hades and Poseidon. It was still night in Olympus. Hypnos and Morpheus were standing before them, eyes closed, arms raised. Beads of sweat were on their foreheads and the strain showed on their faces. When all four of them were out, they slowly relaxed and opened their eyes.
Poseidon walked over to them and clapped their shoulders. "Thank you Hypnos, and you, Morpheus. You have given us a great gift. We are in your debt." Hades nodded his head towards them, while Artemis and Athena smiled and thanked them.
"Ah…It was nothing," Hypnos smiled serenely. "Now I'll be going back to my palace to sleep." He walked off slowly, like a sleepwalker. Morpheus nodded towards the Olympians, acknowledging their thanks and walked out of the throne room.
."Well? How was it?" a familiar voice asked from the direction of the hearth. Hestia stood by the fire in her twelve year old form in her customary brown dress. Her golden eyes were concerned, yet happy. "I was so glad when I heard that you were going to talk to your children. A child should always know that he or she is loved by their parents."
Poseidon and Hades smiled at their oldest sister and allowed her to hug them, which Athena privately thought was a huge breakthrough for Hades, who normally shunned physical contact from all but his wife Persephone. Artemis hugged Hestia too, before running towards the moon chariot, which one of her hunters had been standing in for her. Mortals would wonder for weeks why the moon had moved so erratically that night. Then, Hestia turned to her and embraced her too. "Athena, I am so glad that you have finally shown Annabeth that you cared. I know this was a breakthrough for you."
Athena smiled softly. "I regret all the years that she lived without knowing whether I cared. I have a reputation of being a somewhat cold and distant goddess, only interested in things of the mind. I feel so foolish now, Aunt Hestia. I have watched over her for years, I led her to safety in the camp, yet I never told her I cared for her." A dull ache was in her chest.
Hestia smiled warmly at her. "It is never too late to change, Athena."
Athena nodded gratefully. "Thank you for your advice, Aunt Hestia."
Hestia's eyes were shining with pride and joy. She hugged her one last time, then released her. "Thank you for listening. Now, why don't you go to the library? You are probably impatient to go and research the place where they are in."
Athena chuckled."You know me too well, Hestia. I'll see you later!" She ran towards the direction of the library of Olympus, Hestia was chuckling too as she waved her goodbye.
It is never too late to change. There is still time to show my children that I care.
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Chiron
Chiron sighed as he surveyed the campfire. It was barely burning at all, just a few glowing embers in the hearth. Now and then a small, brief flame would flare, only to die out moments later. He turned to the subdued campers sitting by the fire. There was little conversation, if any at all among the campers. It was another gloomy night. Even the Apollo cabin, after half-heartedly trying to start the campfire sing-along, gave up after a few minutes. Chiron had never seen the camp so lifeless before. It was a testament to how much Percy had managed to win the hearts of all the demigods here.
A little to the side of the gathered campers were the hunters of Artemis. Artemis had gone to Olympus, hoping for news of her missing lieutenant, leaving Phoebe to drive the moon chariot and one of the older huntresses in charge of the group. They, too were unnaturally quiet without their trusted Lieutenant Thalia, who had led them along with Percy in the Battle of Manhattan.
Four weeks. That's how long it had been since the four brightest and most powerful demigods of their age had vanished from Central Park. Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Thalia Grace and Nico Di Angelo. There had been no warning at all. They were here one moment, and gone the next. All the gods had found was an abandoned picnic basket. The Olympians had not reacted well, of course. For weeks, natural phenomena went crazy. The sky was fighting against the sea, the moon and the sun eclipsed each other randomly. Earthquakes struck without warning, and the Internet had gone haywire for a couple of weeks.
An ache was in Chiron's chest. Even though he had experienced it over and over again, the deaths of heroes he had personally trained and cared for always hurt. Memories assaulted him again and again. The canoe lake reminded him and all the campers of Percy and Annabeth's kiss. The lone pine tree by the hill brought back memories of Thalia fighting for her friends. The sealed crack on the floor of the dining hall sharply reminded him of an angry, resentful son of Hades. The campers had all come to respect and rely on them. It was as if someone had taken the life out of the camp. Everyone was desperate to find them. The hunters scoured the country for them, Tyson worked with Mrs. O'Leary, Percy's faithful hellhound and his friend Grover, trying to find Percy using Grover's link with him. A network of naiads, dryads and nymphs were constantly on the lookout. So far, there had been no sign
He glanced around at the campers and hunters sitting moodily by the fire. The fire barely burned nowadays. It was even lower than the time when Thalia's pine had been poisoned and Tantalus was in charge. He sighed. Time to send them back to their cabins. It was no use sitting here and doing nothing.
Suddenly, a bright flash announced the arrival of a god-of two gods. Curious. There was a stir among the demigods as they realized something was happening. The light cleared to reveal Lord Apollo and Lady Artemis. Chiron immediately cantered over to the two Olympians and bowed low.
"Lord Apollo, Lady Artemis." He looked up at them. "To what do we owe this honor?" He asked curiously.
Lord Apollo grinned and flashed the gesture for "peace""Demigods of Camp Half Blood!" he announced loudly. "I, Apollo the great, God of the sun, of healing, of music etc, etc...And my little sister Artemis-"
He was interrupted, then when Artemis smacked his arm. "As my annoying and big headed brother was saying," she continued calmly.
"I am not big headed! "Interjected Apollo hotly. (Ha ha. Pun) as one, the campers groaned. This could go on forever.
Artemis sighed and whacked him again. "Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, Thalia Grace and Nico Di Angelo are alive." She announced clearly and calmly, allowing a small smile when she mentioned the name of her lieutenant."
Apollo glared at her. "I wanted to say that!" Artemis stuck out her tongue at him.
Chiron felt like someone had punched him in the chest. Alive? All four of them? Thank the gods. Momentarily, the fire suddenly flared bright and high, casting a warm yellow glow on the campers and warming them up. He could hardly believe it. He was ashamed to admit it, of course, but he had nearly lost hope for their survival. Four weeks was a long time. He staggered back to collect himself at the news.
The assembled demigods all started talking at once and asking questions. "Where are they?" "Are they safe?" "What are they doing?" "Where have they been?""When are they coming back?" It was chaos. The noise even woke up Mr.D, who had been snoozing on the porch of the Big House. He stared at the commotion blearily, evidently decided it wasn't worth his time, and went back to sleep.
Artemis held up her hand, and the camp suddenly fell into silence. She opened her mouth, but Apollo beat her to it. "They are in another world. Apparently they needed help over at the other end and they asked my dad for , Zeus volunteered the four of them. "He folded his arms and grinned happily.
"So when are they coming back?" asked one of the campers.
Apollo looked at Artemis, who gave an exasperated sigh. "We don't know. I presume that they will return when their task is finished." She turned to her hunters and started talking with them in low tones. Chiron didn't mean to, but his hearing picked it up. I spoke to Thalia an hour ago. She asked me to tell you that she's fine and she will return to you soon. The hunters brightened visibly.
Apollo turned to the rest of the campers. "Oh yeah, reminds me, Uncle P asked me to pass on a message from Percy "
The camp suddenly went still. You could have heard a pin drop in the silence that ensued. Apollo cleared his throat grandly.
"Have courage to hope —
though the darkness may linger,
the sun can fight it."
The entire camp groaned in unison. Apollo put on an expression of faux hurt. He put a hand to his heart and sighed."Nobody seems to appreciate my talent." The permanent grin reappeared on his face. "Alright. Percy said, and I quote. 'Tell all my friends at Camp that we're fine. We all miss you, and hope to return soon. I know that most of them would probably be moping now that we're gone, but tell them to keep smiling. I'm counting on Cabin 11 to keep the smiles on '." He finished.
Chiron had to smile at Percy's bravery and his concern for the camp. Those words had been just what they needed. He then saw identical evil grins on the faces of the Stoll brothers and mentally groaned. Oh Styx. He then turned and bowed to the two Olympians. "Thank you, Lord Apollo and Lady Artemis for your tidings of hope."
Lady Artemis smiled gently at him and nodded before flashing out. Lord Apollo winked at the campers and flashed back to Olympus too. Chiron smiled and turned back to the campers. "Alright, it's time for us to retire. We'll talk more in the morning."
The campers left the amphitheatre buzzing with excitement. Chiron waited until all of them were back in their cabins, then cast a last look at the roaring fire before leaving for teh Big House. Yes...it was definitely bigger than before. Hope had been restored in the campers. Chiron trotted back to the Big House contentedly.
The kids from cabin 11 seemed to have taken Percy's words to heart. The next morning, the whole camp was rudely pulled out of the realm of Hypnos by a loud and very angry scream from the recently repainted and very pink Ares cabin. "STOLLS!"
As Chiron watched the whole Ares cabin murderously chasing after the frantic Stoll brothers, he couldn't help chuckling along with the rest of the watching demigods. Yes. Even when he isn't here, Percy has brought smiles back to our faces.
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Saruman
In Orthanc, the Black tower of Isengard. Saruman held the glowing orb in his hands, gazing deep into the depths of the palantir. He concentrated, and the orb came alive, liquid fire swirling in its murky depths. Show me the events in Middle Earth. He commanded.
Saruman quickly looked through the many things happening in different parts of Middle Earth. There wasn't much. The dwarves in Erebor were tinkering away at their forges as usual, no change. He couldn't see into Rivendell or Lothlorien, but he could check on Mirkwood. The forest was reinfested with dark creatures now. Giant spiders, black animals and many other things lurked in the shadows of Mirkwood. The elves constantly lived in fear. He saw Radagast, weak, stupid Radagast doing his best to fight the infestation. Fool. Nobody could fight the coming darkness now. In the Misty Mountains, the goblins were coming out in numbers once again, something they hadn't done since the Battle of the Five Armies long ago. They must be increasing in number, Saruman made a mental note to send some of his Uruk Hai to get them to join him. The men were the admittedly the most boring. They went about their everyday life fearfully, helpless. Weak. He checked in on his thrall in Rohan. King Theoden. The king had been wise and strong at first, but now his was a doddering, weak puppet, fed with lies daily by his servant Wormtongue.
He turned his attention to something infinitely more interesting. Show me the Fellowship of the Ring.
An image formed within the palantir, a great, golden forest. Ah, so they are in the Golden Wood. Saruman tried to will the orb to show more, but nothing happened. Shielded, of course. The Lady must have taken precautions, Saruman cursed bitterly. Suddenly, the image in the orb started changing. What's this? The land in the palantir started to change, soon. The Palantir showed the fringes of the wood, at the Great River Anduin. Three boats were slowly sailing. Behind the three boats was a magnificent swan boat, where the Lord and Lady of the wood dined with the Fellowship.
Saruman willed the orb to go closer. The image became larger, until Saruman could see their faces. There was that Ranger friend of Gandalf's, someone who was apparently a high ranking official in Gondor, judging by the bold colors on his clothes. There was an elf and a dwarf, eating and talking together, which was surprising, to say the least. The four hobbits. Saruman studied each of their faces intently, memorizing them, searching for the Ringbearer. His eyes finally settled on one hobbit in particular. He was more quiet, more reserved. His hand constantly went to his pocket. A sure sign of the ring. Saruman memorized his features carefully. He's mine.
Then there were the four youths. The ones that the wraiths had claimed "controlled the elements." Saruman wouldn't have believed it until the incident a few weeks ago, when he had blocked the Pass of Caradhras. He had grown strong, and he had been confident he could do it easily. At first, it was easy. Gandalf's puny counterspell didn't do any good at all. But then, a new force had stepped in. They wrested the control of the elements out of his hands, and built a shelter for themselves. It had been a very bitter struggle, and Saruman had lost. Fortunately, the little he had done was enough, and they had decided to take another route as he had foreseen. After they had left, he had viciously knocked down the shelter which they had made. These youths were intriguing indeed. They would certainly be a very valuable asset, if only they could be turned to his side.
Saruman studied them closely, also memorizing their features. One of the boys, which was obviously the leader, had an unmistakable air of power and command. The way he walked and stood spoke of years of fighting. The girl beside him had long golden hair. She, too, radiated an air of leadership and …wisdom. There was a knife in her belt. The other girl had short, black hair. This one also gave off an aura of power…it seemed somehow linked to the sky, as the older boy had seemed linked to the sea. The youngest boy was dressed all in black, an aura of the dead and of the earth around him. To his trained eyes, they radiated power. Could it be…No. it was impossible. The elves would never willingly give their precious rings to humans. As far as he knew, Narya was with Cirdan, Galadriel held Nenya and Elrond had Vilya. It was impossible that they had the rings.. He needed to know more about them… and who better to ask, then the defenceless, broken wizard in his cells? His mouth twisted upwards in a cruel smile as he strode towards the dungeons.
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An hour later, Saruman had to admit the interrogation was going nowhere.. How could this be possible? Gandalf had just had his staff broken, his power forced from him. How could he be still resistant and unyielding? Saruman ground his teeth in frustration and glared murderously at the old man smirking defiantly in the small, dirty cell.
"Answer me, Gandalf!" he roared. "My patience is wearing thin."
Gandalf chuckled darkly. "I wasn't aware you had any, Saruman."
How? I broke his staff. I essentially destroyed his power as a Maia! How can he still have the strength and the defiance to laugh? He should have been reduced to a sniveling wreck by now! Saruman growled and slammed Gandalf into the wall with his staff again. He stalked away, muttering foul curses to himself under his breath.
He turned to one of his Uruks. "It's time for Gandalf's daily medicine. Make it hard, I want to hear him scream." He walked back up to his tower and slumped onto the "throne" in the main chamber. Looking into the palantir was a very tiring process. He had hoped that yelling at and torturing Gandalf would cheer him up, but it had only made him more frustrated than usual. Soon. The sweet sound of screaming reached his ears. A dark, cruel smile appeared on his face. Now this was cheering him up.
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Unknown to Saruman, in the small, nasty cell, after a particularly severe beating, an old man slumped wearily in the corner, then slipped out a ruby red ring from his sleeve and slid in onto his finger. The ring glowed a warm orange, and as he passed it over his wounds, the angry red cuts and welts seemed to soften. A feeling of warmth soothed his many injuries, and hope continued to grow in his heart.
Gandalf chuckled darkly. This could go on a long time… he thought.
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As I said, I really really hope you enjoyed this. Next chapter will have the fellowship going to Amon Hen. Hey, I got a question for you guys… Do I write fight scenes well? I mean…I'm still a new writer so I'm not really sure of myself. I am personally happy with the fights I wrote in Moria, but I don't know if you feel the same. What do you guys think?
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