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Post by Mistress Whiskers on Dec 30, 2006 17:51:46 GMT -6
www.angelfire.com/film/rings/script/tttextended1.html~*~ Flora and Alier walked across the trail that lead to out of the way of the orcs but back torwards the Elfs. "Come on, Flora." Alier said turning to see Flora behind her a few steps. "i'm worried about Merry." Flora said saddly. "Legolus and the others will get him back, little one." Alier picked up Flora and put her on her shoulders. "I've heard stories about what Orcs do." Flora said. "nothing will happen to them." alier said mostly to her self as she started to run along the path hearing the sounds of Orcs. ~*~ I hunger!
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Jan 1, 2007 3:03:22 GMT -6
I got the website ~*~*~*~ "Careful!" shouted a feminine voice.
Boromir yelped as he slipped on some mud. He fell flat on his back, facing the graying skies above. His lover peered down at him, amusement shining in her eyes.
"I did warn you," Christina said.
He glared up at her. "Let me up."
"Why should I? This is such a rare place for you to be.." She lowered herself down on top of him so that her knees were close to his hips.
Playfully, the soldier pushed the Ranger off of him and quickly scrambled on top of her. "Now look who's in..."
Boromir was silenced as Christina raised herself up to kiss him sweetly. ~*~*~*~ "Gandalf!"
Frodo jerked awake, gasping for breath.
"Mr. Frodo, are you alright? What happened?" Sam asked, sitting up fast.
"It's nothing, Sam. Just a nightmare."
Sam looked at the other Hobbit skeptically, but reached out for the bag. He took out some food and split the elven bread in half. They ate quickly and readied themselves for the long journey ahead. The quicker they reached Mordor and destroyed the Ring, the better. ~*~*~*~
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Post by Mistress Whiskers on Jan 1, 2007 22:43:59 GMT -6
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A group of Orcs are running over the fields of Rohan. One Orc is carrying two Hobbits. Merry lies on the back of the Orc limply and coughs occasionally.
"Merry! Merry!" Pippin yelled at the sleeping Hobbit. "Merry! Merry? Wake up."
"Be quiet back there!" One of the Orcs yelled at him.
"But my friend is sick. He needs water. Please!" Pippin begged.
"Sick, is he? Then we might as well slit his throat and leave 'im here, aye?" A second Orc grunted with laughter.
"Merry...” Pippin sighed slightly.
"Hello, Pip." Merry said opening his eyes and smiling slightly.
"You're hurt." Pippin said hugging Merry.
"I'm fine. It was just an act." Merry said rolling his eyes at Pippin.
"An act?" Pippin said scowling at Merry. "I was worried-"
"See? Fooled you, too. And stop channeling Flora, its frightening." Merry said.
The Orc carrying them sniffed the air. "What is it? What do you smell?"
"Man-flesh.” A second Orc said.
"They've picked up our trail!" The first Orc growled.
"Aragorn!" Pippin whispered.
"Let's move!" The Orc growled. The Orcs quicken their pace. Pippin struggles to reach his Elven brooch with his teeth. He then tears it off his cloak and drops it onto the ground.
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The Three Hunters run across rocks and plains, with Aragorn in the lead, and Legolas and Gimli trailing behind. Aragorn suddenly bends down to pick up an Elven brooch from the ground.
"Leaves of Lorien." Arragon said holding it up for Legolas to see.
"They may yet be alive." Legolas smiled.
"Less than a day ahead of us, come!" Arragon started to run again down the path.
"Come Gimli! We are gaining on them." Legolas yelled behind him as he sprinted after Arragon.
"I'm wasted on cross-country. We dwarves are natural sprinters. Very dangerous we are over short distances." Gimli muttered to himself as the pass over a hill.
"There's something strange at work here. Some evil gives speed to these creatures. Sets it's will against us. Legolas! What do your Elf eyes see?" Arragon asked.
"The Orcs turn northeast. They are taking the hobbits to Isengard!" Legolas said tilting his head.
"To Saruman!" Arragon growled and started to run again.
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Jan 1, 2007 23:19:38 GMT -6
"Can you see the bottom?" Sam yelled to Frodo, getting ready to climb down the elven rope.
"No! Don't look down, Sam! Just keep going!"
As he began to climb down, something shiny slipped from his pocket. "Catch it! Grab it Mr. Frodo!"
Frodo attempts to grab it, but when he did he lost his grip on the rope. He fell to the ground on his feet, hearing Sam calling his name.
"Sam, I think I found the bottom." ~*~*~*~*~ Boromir and Christina had quickly arrived to Minas Tirith, where Boromir's father had been stationed shortly after his oldest son's departure. Denethor apparently had gotten wind of his son's arrival, as he was standing by the entrance.
"My son!" he said with a large smile.
"Father," greeted Boromir, returning the hug. "This is Christina of Rohan."
"Ah, yes," replied Denethor dryly. "The runaway. You are not welcome here."
"But Father..."
"No, Boromir. She will bring bad luck."
Christina gave a nod the the Stuart and turned around, walking toward her horse. Boromir jogged back to her.
"Please, don't go," he whispered, his eyes shining in despiration.
"Your father doesn't want me here. Besides, I think I should go back and see if King Theoden got my message." She caressed his cheek lovingly and mounted her horse swiftly.
"Be careful," said Boromir softly.
"You too." The Ranger swung her horse around and nudged the animal in the sides, forcing it to run. The man watched the equine form vanished into the horison. ~*~*~*~*~
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Post by Mistress Fangs on Jan 8, 2007 15:45:59 GMT -6
Alier sighed as she stared off to the herison, they had stopped to rest for a while and eat soemthing. She wished she had gone with them she wanted to be more of a help, she wanted to be useful. Her magic could be used but how? ~~~ i can't think
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Post by Mistress Whiskers on Jan 9, 2007 12:49:04 GMT -6
Oh my god, Allie posted! *gasp* ~*~
"Alier?" Flora asked munching on some toast.
"Sorry, I was miles away..Did you say something?" Alier flushed.
"You're worried about them too." flora said.
"I should have gone with them. I'm a mage..." Alier sighed. "there is nothing to be done about it now."
"Couldn't you use your magic to warn the elfs?" Flora asked.
"Its better to tell this kind of news in person. Besides they might not believe it if we weren't there." Alier said.
"...I hope everyones alright."
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"This looks strangely familiar." Sam said looking around the formation of rocks.
"It's because we've been here before. We're going in circles." Frodo let out a groan and sat down. "We are never going to get there if we just keep-"
"Ah. What is that stink? Can you smell it?" Sam said looking around a bit.
"Yes. I can smell it." frodo stood up."We're not alone."
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Gollum crawls along the ground sneaking up on the Hobbits licking his thin lips while mumbling to himself. "The thieves. The thieves. The filthy little thieves! Wheeere isssit? Wheeere isssit? They stole it from us. My preciousssss. Curse them, we hates them! It's ours, it is, and we wants it!"
Suddenly the hobbits spring up, grab hold of Gollum’s arms and pull him down. Amidst the struggle, Gollum wriggles loose and leaps onto Frodo. As Frodo falls back, the Ring is revealed and Gollum jumps for it. Sam tries to grab at him but is knocked away. Gollum now jumps on top of Frodo, his eyes fixed on his precious. Sam grabs hold of Gollum again and tears him away from Frodo. Gollum then turns around and bites Sam on the shoulder, wriggles around and clasps his arms around Sam’s neck and legs around his waist in a death grip. Frodo then unsheathes Sting and holds it to Gollum's throat.
"This is Sting. Sting, do you remeber Gollum? You've meet it before, haven't you, Gollum? Release him or I'll cut your throat!" Frodo threatens.
Slowly, Gollum loosens his grip on Sam and as the latter disentangles himself, Gollum wails. He is then tied at the neck with Sam’s elvish rope and half-dragged along even as he cries and wails.
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Jan 9, 2007 22:42:30 GMT -6
oh wow... Allie did update. *smiles* finally!
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Post by Mistress Whiskers on Jan 10, 2007 7:54:15 GMT -6
Yup.
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Jan 14, 2007 21:36:49 GMT -6
grr... can't think of anything to do with LOTR. Stupid muse!
Rachel: What? I don't have anything for that.
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Post by Mistress Whiskers on Jan 14, 2007 22:09:57 GMT -6
Know what you mean.
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Jan 18, 2007 12:21:30 GMT -6
"It burns! It burns us! It freezes! Nasty Elves twisted it. Take it off us!" Gollum cries.
"Quiet you! It's hopeless! Every orc in Mordor's going to hear this racket!" Sam glanced over at Frodo. "Let's just tie him up and leave him!"
"No! Thats would kill us, kill us!"
"It's no more than you deserve!"
"Maybe he does deserve to die. But now that I see him, I do pity him." Frodo murmured, looking sadly at the wailing creature.
"We be nice to them if they be nice to us. Take it off us. We swears to do what you wants. We swears." Gollum fell to his knees and put his hands on the ground, as if worshipping the ground the two Hobbits walked on. Sam looked on in disgust. Frodo, however, looked on in disbelief.
"There's no promise you make that I can trust." he said.
"We swears to serve the master of the precious. We will swear on... on the precious! Gollum gollum!" the creature cried, as if he truly were crying. ~*~*~*~*~ Boromir followed his father but his thoughts still dwelled on Christina, who was forced away because she had ran away. No one knew the true story, which is what he had heard.
"Come now, my son. She wasn't worth keeping here. Besides, your brother is waiting for you."
"Faramir?" Boromir asked, thoughts of his younger brother pushed away the thoughts of his lover.
Denethor smiled. "Yes. I will take you to him." ~*~*~*~*~ Christina reached Edoras quickly. She dismounted her horse and quickly sprinted up the stairs. She could only hope that King Theoden would side with her and not force her to her death. ~*~*~*~*~ "Eothain, Eothain! You take your sister. You'll go faster with just two." cried a woman. The town was being sieged by wild men.
"But Papa says Eothain must not ride Garuif. He is too big for him!" said a little girl.
"Listen to me! You must ride to Edoras and raise the alarm. Do you understand me?"
"Yes mama," replied the boy. The girl nodded in agreement, but tears still fell from her eyes.
"I don't wanna leave! I don't wanna go, Mama."
"Freda, I will find you there." She then hoisted her daughter onto the horse. "Ride! Now!" ~*~*~*~*~ Saruman watched through his crystal ball as the city fell under to the attacks. "Rohan, my lord, is ready to fall." ~*~*~*~
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Post by Mistress Whiskers on Jan 18, 2007 12:50:49 GMT -6
~*~
Alier walked threw the empty town of Galadriel turning over tabels.
"They left right after we did..." alier said looking around.
"...I don't feel so good." Flora sat down on a stomp.
"Something bothers you, little one? "Alier asked.
"I just...I got a bad feeling." Flora said looking down at the feild she and Merry had talked about marrige and she had gotten so angerily...
"I'm sure they are fine." Alier said patting Flora on the head.
"I barly talked to him since we left here." Flora whipped her eyes.
"we were all afraid of what was to come." Alier said sitting down next to Flora.
"..." flora nodded thinking of the last real thing she's said Its too late to be soon and soon it'll be too late for later
"Come, we have Mirkwood to vist still." Alier felt a tight pain in her chest as she thought of Legalos.
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"We're not goin' no further till we've 'ad a breather." One of the Orcs said setting the hobbits down on the ground.
"Get a fire going!" The strange Orc said pointing to some other ones.
"Merry! Merry!" Pippin shook Merry who moaned weakly. "Meerry? Get up!"
"I think, we might have made a mistake leaving the Shire, Pippin." Merry said coughing slightly. A rumbling sound causes both the hobbits to turn and look towrads the woods.
"What's making that noise?" Pippin asked crawling over to Pippin.
"It's the trees." Merry said.
"What?!" Pippin's vioce rose in volume.
"You remember the Old Forest on the borders of Buckland? Folk used to say that there was something in the water that made the trees grow tall, and come alive." Merry said.
"Alive?" Pippin asked.
"I'm starving. We ain't 'ad nothin' but maggoty bread for three stinkin' days!" one Orc groaned.
"Yeah! Why can't we have some meat?" the Orc looked torwards the hobbits. "What about them? They're fresh!"
"They are not for eating!" The strange looking Orc growled. "Get back, scum! The prisoners go to Saruman alive and unspoiled."
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Mar 10, 2007 17:45:05 GMT -6
i finally have something to write ~*~*~*~ Eowyn and Eomer, niece and nephew to the King, swiftly reached the throne where King Theoden rested. He looked very ancient, his hair all grey and long and his skin was ashen. Wrinkles lined his tired face.
Eowyn swallowed before saying, "Your son is badly wounded my Lord."
Eomer held his helmet under his left arm. "He was ambushed by orcs. If we don't defend our country, Saruman will take it by force."
A dark-haired greasy man, who was perched in the shadows close to the throne spoke up. "That is a lie! Saruman the White has ever been our friend and ally."
King Theoden opened his mouth, but nothing came from it under than the greasy man's name. "Grima...Grima..."
"Orcs are roaming freely across our lands, unchecked, unchallenged, killing at will. Orcs bearing the White Hand of Saruman." Eowyn wished there was a way to get rid of Grima so that the King could speak his own words.
Eomer dropped a helmet onto the floor, not his own. The helmet held a severed head of a creature, baring a white hand print on his face.
Grima's eyes flitted down to the helmet before turning his attention back to the two. "Why do you lay these troubles on an already troubled mind? Can you not see? Your uncle is wearied by your malcontent, your warmongering."
Eomer looked outraged. "Warmongering? How long is it since Saruman bought you? What was the promised price, Grima? When all the men are dead you will take a share of the treasure? Too long have you watched my sister, too long have you haunted her steps. "
"You see much, Eomer son of Eomund. Too much. You are banished forthwith from the kingdom of Rohan, and all its domains under pain of death." Grima had a twisted smile upon his face. ~*~*~*~ Christina squeezed through the crowd and managed to get to the bottom of the castle where the King resided when she saw Eomer descend down the steps.
"Eomer," she said loudly. He looked at her and smiled.
"Well, well. Look whose back!" He quickly embraced her. "How are you?"
"I'm alright." Christina looked at his troubled face. "Something happened, didn't it?"
"Yes." Eomer glanced up at the castle. "Something is wrong with my Uncle. He has aged beyond his years and a slimy man named Grima seems to be taking over."
"Sounds like someone could be controlling your Uncle," said the Ranger, rubbing her chin. "Where is Eowyn?"
"Still up there. I cannot go back, as I was banished from Rohan."
Christina looked shocked. "Your Uncle did that?"
Eomer nodded sharply. "Or whatever is controlling my Uncle."
"Okay." She looked around and then shoved Eomer into the shadows. She told him about everything, including the Ring. "I want you to go on with whatever you are planning to do. I am going to send word that the King is ill and needs help."
"Beware of Grima, friend." He hugged her and then left, tugging his helmet over his head.
Christina watched him go, then sighed. She had work to do before she could tell the King anything. ~*~*~*~ there we go
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Post by Mistress Whiskers on Mar 11, 2007 12:09:45 GMT -6
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"A red sun rises. Blood has been spilled this night." Legolas said as the three men stand on the feild where a bunch of dead bodys of Orcs lay.
"Are the hobbits among the dead?" Arragorn asked.
"no," legolas shifted his wieght. "Horses."
Aragorn quickly motions them to hide behind some boulders. A large group of men appeare on horses galloping quickly with their banners flying. Aragon comes out of hiding as they pass, followed by Legolas and Grimil.
"Riders of Rohan! What news from the Mark?" Arragon yells after the man. the riders make a quick turn and head towards them, surrounding them in an ever-tightening circle. As they stop, they point their long spears menacingly at them
"What business does an Elf, a Man, and a Dwarf have in the Riddermark? Speak quickly!" The leader growled.
"Give me your name, horsemaster, and I shall give you mine." Grimli said crossing his arms.
"I would cut off your head, Dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground." The leader chuckled to himself.
"You would die before your stroke fell!" Legolos promissed glaring back at the man.
"I'm Aragorn, son of Arathorn. This is Gimli, son of Gloin, and Legolas of the Woodland realm. We are friends of Rohan and of Theoden, your King. " Arragon said quickly as the riders pointed their spears closer to the three of them.
"Theoden no longer recognizes friend from foe." The man took poff his helmet. "not even his own son."
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Post by Mistress Wisewings on Mar 17, 2007 16:05:17 GMT -6
The spears withdrew and the group relaxed a little.
"Saruman has poisoned the mind of the King and claimed lordship over these lands. My company are those loyal to Rohan. And for that, we are banished. The White Wizard is cunning. He walks here and there they say, as an old man, hooded and cloaked. And everywhere his spies slip past our nets," replied the man. He eyed them still.
"We are no spies. We track a party of Uruk-Hai westward across the plain. They have taken two of our friends captive," said Aragorn, wondering if the man had seen Merry and Pippin.
"The Uruks are destroyed. We slaughtered them during the night."
Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas exchanged glances.
"But there were two Hobbits, did you see two Hobbits with them?" asked Gimli desperately. The man looked confused.
"They will be small, only children to your eyes," added Aragorn, hoping that these men of Rohan would've seen them.
"We left none alive. We piled the carcasses and burned them."
The looks of hope fell from the faces of the unusual group.
"They are dead?" the dwarf looked very upset, which the man thought to be odd. He had never seen a dwarf show this much emotion.
"I am sorry. Hasufel! Arod!" Two horses are brought forward. "May these horses bear you to better fortune than the former masters. Farewell. Look for your friends, but do not trust to hope. It has forsaken these lands." He turned to his men. "We ride north!" ~*~*~*~ "Well, well," said a voice from behind her. "You are back, I see."
Christina turned around and before she knew it, she was wrapped up in a hug.
"I thought you truly were dead," whispered the voice.
"As you can see, Yvon, I am not," replied Christina, smiling down at her childhood friend.
Yvon let her friend go and looked her up and down. "You are here to help the King?"
"Yes. I need to talk to him about a possible invasion of our lands." She looked a little uncomfortable. "Is there any chance I could stay with you the time I am here?"
"Of course you can! And it will allow us time to chat about what is going on as well." ~*~*~*~
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