Guardians of Middle Earth
Chapter Two
Enter the Sandman
The fire was hot on his skin, not that he really minded. He worked as a black smith in the mines for a century now. Much better then actually getting the precious gems and metals. Sandy brushed the long, golden bangs out of his face. He looked around at the other dwarves. All of them look exhausted, and they had every right. It had been a long day, there was a large demand for valuable goods, and the dwarves were the ones making them. Sandy walked over to the door, where a large tub of water resided. Sandy drank heavily of the water, feeling relived at the cool water soothing his parched throat.
"Sandy!" One dwarf called. "Come on lad! The day's not done yet!"
Sandy silently sighed. He walked back to his station and picked up his hammer. He worked to flatten a strip of metal meant for a blade for a sword. After an hour, a bone horn was blown, signaling the end of a working day. All dwarves in the hot, humid room sighed in relief. Sandy sluggishly moved towards the door. A dwarf patted Sandy on the shoulder.
"Hey lad. How're ya doing?"
Sandy shook his hand, in a sort of motion.
"Tell me about it lad. I swear, they think we're machines or something."
Sandy let out a silent chuckle. He brushed the long golden hair out of his face, but the hairs were stubborn, clinging to his head with sweat. Another dwarf ran up to Sandy and slapped a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey Sandman!" He crowed.
Sandy rolled his eyes at the nickname. The other dwarves called him Sandman due to the fact that Sandy preferred to give any weapons or valuable goods a sand polish.
"How's that beard coming along?" Asked the dwarf.
Sandy rolled his eyes, absentmindedly stroking the thin beard. The beard of a mere baby. All dwarves made fun of Sandy for having the beard of a baby, not that there was much he could do. Sandy shrugged off the hand his shoulder and continued walking.
"Aw come on Sandy!"
Sandy continued walking to his room, just wanting to relax.
Sandy walked to his room, feeling much better after having a shower. He dressed himself in comfortable clothing, all gold, or a deep yellow. Suddenly, he heard a screech. He turned to see a proud falcon, messenger of the elves. He approached the falcon, taking the parchment attached to its leg. He read the words scrawled on to the parchment. His golden eyes grew wider with each word. He grabbed his battle-axe and his thick fur lined cloak. His armor was hurriedly strapped on and he ran out the door. He had to get to Rivendell, because trouble was brewing in Middle Earth.
Look at how clever I am with this chapter title. A bad joke, I know. For those of you who don't know what the hell I'm talking about, Enter the Sandman is a song by Metallica. I do wonder whats next. Still not telling!
*Runs off dodging flying fruit*