Title: Curved Blades: Elearven's Story
Chapter: One
Chapter Name: The First of the Unknown
Setting: In a time of Lord of the Rings, approximately slightly before the making of the Fellowship and the battle for the White City.
Rating: Teenage Audience +
Words: 1243
Description:
As if in slow motion, they followed her figure flying from one spot to the next, dancing a frightening waltz for death. Quickly her eyes flashed to their motionless figures, "Run… get away from here fast." Legalos didn't help her, he wasn't able to. How did it happen; he had lost her. (Work being currently revised and continued).
Currently everything is undergoing adjustments and is being revamped. Ideas are welcome.
This chapter may add some confusion to the story but is all important to the development of characters, their personalities and my personal storyline which I have created in my own twisted mind.
Pronunciation:
Elearven … Ell – Ear - Vern
Translations from the Grey Company:
Disclaimer: I do not own 'Lord of the Rings' by Tolkien nor any of the associated characters. I do, however, hold ownership and rights over any non-Tolkien characters, plots, settings and complications.
Enjoy...
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Previously:
Two hobbits cuddled closer together in the branches of an old tree as their tears streaked down dirty faces. Each holding the others hand for comfort and support, grief holding the fear of the outside forest at bay.
The woods creaked and groaned around them whilst the wind whistled through the trees crumples branches above. "I am sorry…" "I am sorry…"
Everyone wept; this was not meant to happen.
"I am sorry…"
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1-2 Months Earlier.
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Saruman the White Wizard stood upon the tall towers of Isengard, his harsh gaze looked out upon the levels of Orc and Uruc-hai preparing for battle. Smoke rose from pits far beneath the ground and thunder and lightning streaked across the sky. Across the gouges, slopes of blackened soil and burnt, slashed stumps of trees stood out from the bleak landscape. The once lush forest had been reduced to nothing but ash and wood clippings. Behind him, the sun set flashed like molten lava.
Below, the crude grunting of the Orcs and clash of iron swords being constructed could be heard throughout the keep, far past the edges of Fanghorn forest. There were no bird calls, no breath of life, only the whistle of an empty wind. Blackened cliffs and dark sky's; he had come up here for a reason, not for distractions.
"It is time," his voice rose from thoughts to words. "Through fire and ash, through time and space I call upon the ones with knowledge of the outside. From one world to another I draw back those that were once stolen. Come, reappear to me."
Clouds began to swirl around the turrets as Saruman lifted his hands, raising his staff upwards. Crows reeled away, their black wings slashing through the air in their rush to fly. All life in the surround area miles wide ceased, their activities halted without understanding. It was as if people, elf, animals and Orc alike could feel the tremor of power flowing through the air.
Energy flittered from each of his finger's tips as his eyes clouded over by the darkness. "In the name of the corrupted, the sane, the meek and the strong I call thee into our time. Insight me of the outcome, enlighten me of the future and teach us of the conquering knowledge."
Spears of black magic flashed from his staff into the whirl wind of clouds. Tremors shook the ground, rippling the fires below and speeding into Fanghorn. "I call upon thee three whose ancestors were once torn from this world." Saruman's voice grew deep as he grasped the staff with both hands. "These three, I call upon you; knowledge you carry may come of help in our struggling world. Drawn to me, deliver them here and let them become who they were once meant to be."
Before the tainted white wizards staff was brought down, his last words echoed out across the mountains, deep and gruff with effort. "I call upon you… Snatch them, magic ensnare, bring them into our world's troubles. I call upon them… bring them to me."
Me… me… me… The clouds dove down onto the tower as blasts of pure energy rocked the foundations. Darkness caved in upon itself before imploding outwards. The tainted wizard fell to his knees, energy drained; where were they? Why had the summoning not worked?
Anger submerged his senses as he hauled himself to his feet through sheer will.
Emerging from the shadows, a beast detangled himself from the darkness. Stepping into the moonlight, the dimness did nothing to hide the hideousness of his form. Distorted flesh littered its body as blood stained knives hung from worn leather belts; and carefully, it made its way over to his masters swaying form.
"Find them," the wizard's voice whispered. "I can feel that they are here… Somewhere. Find them and bring them to me and you shall be named captain; fail to do so you shall be incinerated, the flesh torn from your bones, your head mounted on a pike and your innards sliced from you alive." Saruman's gaze snapped to his servant. "Bring them to me breathing and unharmed or suffer, do you understand?"
The beast grunted, bowing in a short stocky movement it hurrying away. The effort from the spell had finally started to tax the tainted wizard as his knee's buckled beneath him. "What have I done?" His voice trailed off before bleak unconsciousness claimed him, his head slumping forward to hit the cold stone floor. But just as that small worm of doubt burrowed its way into his head, it was pushed back far into the subconsciousness. As fast as it had come it was gone, joining the many others that inhabited the saner part of his mind.
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Present
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Fir trees scratched at the arms of the small party of dwarves as they made their way through the forest. "I swear these damn elves taunt us with their swiftness, they must be circln' the trees laughing at our every being." One dwarf muttered to himself as he hefted his axe closer on his shoulder. The helmet he wore sat low on the forehead and his beard reached down to his belt.
"You better watch yourselves you twinkled toed fellows for if I ever catch you I shall swipe the tips off your ears and dirty the pretty hair of yours." Rolling his eyes, the dwarf lifted his head up.
"Calm your chatter Gimli," ordered a companion to the ever grumpy warrior. "We are to come here on matters of great urgency, not to gossip away like old nindlebigs."
Watch your mouth Rumin, for one day I might just cut out the talkative tongue of yours." Gimli stopped to glare at his friend, no one ever told him what to do and it wasn't about to start happening now.
"How dare you…" Rumin started only to be halted by the cry of a scout. "My lords, come quick, I believe that I have found something of great importance!" The scout could not be seen but his voice rose clean from out among the trees. From what anyone could tell, it was laden with shock and concern.
Both dwarf kin raced up to the scout, only to stop at the sight that lay before them. Nestled lightly upon the forest ferns lay a young human, she looked no older than her seventeenth year. Dressed in only a light jerkin and breeches, they could see the countless bruises and grazes that littered her skin. Gimli hastened to her side and shook her shoulder gently, "Lass, awake wee lass. The forest floor is no place to lie…"
Groaning slightly, her eyelids fluttered ever so slightly before opening all together. Raising a hand to her temple, she slowly sat up with the help of the party of travellers. "Where… Where am I? How did I get here?" She croaked.
"Your name my Lady, what is your name?" exclaimed Rumin as he knelt down on her other side, completely ignoring her query. Carefully, he placed a hand upon her brow; the skin was flushed with a slight fever.
"Emma, I am called Emma," came her weak reply before collapsing back down again on the moss.
Both Dwarves looked up at each other before glancing back again to her unconscious face. To find a strange human injured in the middle of a forest was never a good omen.
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I came up with this storyline and beginning chapter three years ago and though it is undergoing much improvement, I thought that I might share it with other writers/authors. Enjoy chapter One…
The Hooded Falcon