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Return of Kronos
Ch.5
KEY: emphasis,thought author's note
author's note: regular singing
a/n Fred Fred Burger, Fred Fred Burger, Fred Fred Burger. Aaaahhh! PEOPLE this is my private time! If I give you something will you come back later? You will? Good.
It was July 7, 2028, and we were under siege by 7500 Orcs. They cleared a large field of trees and they camped a mile from our fortress. We were almost finished with the fortifications. We knew that there was little chance we would survive. So, we decided to make a stand here. There was two small hopes for us. 1: Aragorn came with Rohirrim 4000 strong at least. Or 2: a tiny hope that the gods would come and save us, but that was very very very unlikely. So for now it was just us.
July 10, 2028. We finished the fort and await attack but nothing has happened. We sent Percy Jackson a iris message, asking for his help, but he said he and his family are trying to stay hidden.
July 15, 2028. We are running low on supplies even though I am growing crops in a day they aren't enough. The Orcs have circled us and we cannot get out.
July 24, 2028. They tried breaking down the gate but were driven back.
August 12, 2028. I began counting the dead and starving. I calculated that if we let the dying die we would stop starving when we are numbering around 800.
August 28, 2028. I thought about there strategy and I came to the conclusion that they are trying to starve us out but they do not know I can grow food for 800 in a day.
October 17, 2028. I begin to question my sanity. It is maddening this waiting. I'm beginning to want them to kill us instead of the coming winter to.
October 30, 2028. winter is definitely coming. I wish that we saved some firewood so I didn't have to grow trees.
November 3, 2028. three kids of Dionysus snuck through the Orc camp and into the fort. They now help me grow food.
November 28, 2028. I spent some quality time with Kaylie today. She thinks I've been ignoring her.
December 24, 2028. Christmas eve and we are still here.
December 25, 2028. Me and Kaylie spent the whole day together. At the Christmas feast Kaylie heard, for the first time, my favorite songs, such as "Yo Ho Ho And A Bottle Of Rum"* and "Down Under"*. Some Gondorian mages enchanted the songs, so that any time we sung songs, Orcs would have the irresistible urge to dance. Orcs can't sing, but they sure can dance! The guards were laughing real hard by now, and I was about to stop them from continuing laughing, but changed my mind when I saw the Orcs. I can't even describe them.
I stopped reading my journal. It was New Year's Day, 2029 and I couldn't believe that we were still here. I thought that we would be saved or destroyed by now. I was going mad from all this suspense. So I parleyed with their leader.
It turns out that their leader was none other than The Witch-King Of Angmar. Parleying with him was going to be hard. But at least it wasn't Saruman, who would have used his magic to persuade me to do terrible things. But then again, The Witch-King Of Angmar was more intimidating to a person than Saruman. So it really depends on how you look at it.
Parley wasn't very helpful, nor was The Witch-King. I was trying to bargain our way out of the siege. The Witch-King wanted us dead at all costs. His adviser, who was strangely human, tried to tell him that my offers were more than reasonable, but The Witch-King ignored the adviser and swung at me with his sword which I dodged. I responded, "If such is your answer, then any attempt to arrange parley from you, will be met with like answer."
I marched back to the fortress with the sad news. Everyone looked at me expectantly, but there faces saddened as I told what had happened. I saw something in their faces that always shown on the losing side, and I remembered something, something from long ago. A theory of mine about how vigor and hope, helped turn the tide of battle, again and again and again. How having something your fighting for can win wars. I made a decision. We were going to become a country.
A/N What's that I hear? A twist? Yes, an unlikely one, but one that will work. You will see.
*Is not owned by me!