some years later
"Aranarth," the old dog cantered up to his master's side, "man huan." The full grown man and his companion were journeying the land. Three years ago, he had learned of his heritage. Now he traveled the wilds with the rangers. There was a man near the Ettenmoors suspected of orc breading. Aragorn was sent to check it out. He climbed to a ridge that over looked the land beneath where the man operated. Aranarth let ut a low growl. He hated orcs with a passion. "Sssshhh!" Aragorn quietly hushed his friend. Aranarth looked over at him and than back at the orc breadind ground. He let out a soft wimper.
"No, not yet." Aragorn stared down at the abominations, not noticing that Aranarth was creeping down the side of the ridge. "Tul, Aranarth, we must tell the others." He looked around frantically for his friend. Then he saw him. "Aranarth!" he cried as loudly as he could without alerting the orcs. The friend stopped and looked back. "We'll get them later, tul." after a last look at the filth, he high-tailed it back to his master.
They set out to the nearest encampment which was fifty miles northeast of the Weather Hills. The men gathered around as they entered the camp. "Well..?" asked Halbarad.
"Suspicion confirmed. Our good friend Radbug is breading them like crazy. He's got at least one hundred already."
"What do you think we ought to do?"
"Well...We can gather as many of our men as possible. Also the elves. Elladan and Elrohir will be almost too happy to help us destroy these demons. Using a ghost strategy we should be able to destroy most of the creatures before they figure out what is happening." The men started smiling. A ghost strategy was where they would quietly and quickly kill off the orcs one by one without being seen. They would surround the area. All of them would be camouflaged to the surrounding. Some of the men would sneak in and silently surprise the enemy. By the time they would be noticed most would be dead and they would have the upper hand. It was a favourite technique among the rangers. The less casualties the better.
The sun was setting. The men of the west and the edhil prepared themselves for the upcoming battle. The sun went behind the horizon, the men and elves closed in. Aranarth waited eagerly by his master's side. They were on the outer ring. In what seemed all to short of time they were being called in. Aragorn and Aranarth ran along the outer edges. He was to take care of Radbug. He positioned himself behind a craig in the rocks and aimed his arrow at the doorway to where Radbug was to be.
Radbug, as soon as he knew what was happening, was making his escape out the back way. He knew he was a coward and did not care. He was just supposed to make the creatures. Now, they were being destroyed and he would be too if he did not leave. He ran as fast as he could towards the Misty Mountains. His destination was Dol Guldor. He was unaware that his evil master had been flushed out of there thirteen years ago.
Aranarth was not taking anymore of the wait. He jumped out from the rocks and ran inside, Aragorn followed. Aranarth followed the scent. They came around in front of him. Radbug came to face with Aragorn's arrow.
"Wha'sup? Going somewhere Radbug?" Radbug drew his sword, "Put it on the ground." Aranarth jumped onto Radbug. The sword was knocked out of his hand. The two wrestled while Aragorn tried to get a clear shot. Radbug pulled out a knife and thrust it into Aranarth's chest. Aranarth went limp. Radbug pushed the dead off of him and stood up. Aragorn had lowered his bow in shock. He swiftly drew his sword and caught Radbug's blade with his own.
"Aaaww, did I kill your little friend?" he spat at the prince. Aragorn filled with rage and struck at Radbug. Radbug dodged the blow and met Aragorn's sword with his. He put his face up close to Aragorn's, "My apologies friend." Aragorn's elbow struck Radbug in the face fullforce. Radbug stumbled backwards and Aragorn's blade went through his middle.
"My apologies, friend." Radbug's body fell to the ground and Aragorn rushed to the side of his true friend. "Aranarth.." He was indeed dead. Aragorn wept for his beloved friend. He picked him up and carried him back to the rest of the group. The buried him in Rivendell and erected a statue over it with a message that read, "Aranarth: a most beloved and loyal companion. 2939-2954 died gloriously in battle."
I Met
Qquenya, Ssindarin, O/B orc/black speech
Aranarth- "King of the Realm".S
Man run- "Good sunrise or morning."S
...hi run- "...this morning."S
Moranuen- OC created by Siobhan and Cassia
Tul- come!S
Pella vana hi sinome. Hi loth im ve. Vinya nayes?- "Beyond beauty this place is. This flower I like. New is it?S"
Lothorienello nayes. Esse Elanor nayes. I vana Galadriel...- "From Lothlorien it is. Name Elanor it is. The fair Galadriel..."S ("Esse" Q)
Anorgil- "Sunstar" S OC created by me.
Thoronmegil- "Eaglesword" S OC created by me.
Estel, ion nin le man?- Estel, my son thou good?" meaning "are you okay?"Q
Man nan- "Good I am".Q
Teluvar i parma ar...- "Finish the book and..."Q
Celboril- OC created by Siobhan and Cassia.
..hir nin.- "my lord"
A vana esse nayes.- "and (a) beautiful name it is."
Radbug- O/B an orc name I got from a book entitled The Languages of Tolkien's Middle-Earth by Ruth S. Noel.
Edhil- "elves" S
In honour of my dog Mackey. A minature Dobi., Manchester mix who died at tender age of 2 years from unknown causes. December 13, 2003 - July 29, 2006.