Post by Ethiriel on Feb 21, 2012 11:03:47 GMT -5
This is just chapter one. For those interested the music playlist that was played for this chapter was Breaking Benjamin's "Fade Away, What lies beneath, and Into the Nothing"
An Unknown peril in Mirkwood
It was a stormy night and the group of orcs was moving out to Mirkwood. They had been ordered to take down the king. Amongst these orcs was a gray and red wolf. She was not like other wolves and not even close to a warg. She was an elf stuck in this wolf form due to the magic of the Nazgul.
“Rem'ber we ar' to kill the king an' then we kill wha' ever is left then leave.” The wolf gave a low growl in response. The orcs laughed and trudged on.
Once they arrived they released the wolf from its leash and trudged carefully though the woods. The wolf took off in another direction tracking the elven king. A twig snapped under the foot of an orc broke and the first arrow flew.
The elves leaped from their trees and met the horde of orcs both with sword and bow. The wolf that was with the orcs cut away from the throng of the main battle and cut around to where she smelled yet more of the first born. King Thranduil was being herded away from his warriors. His sword cut down many an orc, but for every orc slain two took it's place. She growled lowly and stalked around the elven king. Thranduil spotted the wolf after taking down an orc and watched it carefully. Something about it seemed very different. The eyes were dull but flickered with life almost like the mind behind this creature was fighting its hold on whatever had it.
Suddenly the lighting flashed and the wolf lunged at the King. He parried it with his blade. The wolf growled and lunged at him again. The battle between the two went on for many minuets the elves around the king keeping orcs away from their king, others trying to get a shot at the wolf but every chance they had it seemed it would move out of the line of fire.
A final lunge and the wolf latched onto the kings arm. He cried out and first tried to shake the wolf off. “You do not want this, this is not who you are I can see it in your eyes. Fight the darkness.”
The wolves eyes flickered, a small light coming to them but went away quickly. It bit down harder and shook its body trying to take the elven king's arm. He cried out and slashed at the wolf with his blade striking it across its face. It released its hold on his arm and fell away pawing at its face. A horn sounded signaling a retreat. The wolf looked at the king howled and then took off arrows landing where it had been.
“MY LORD!” One of the elves was suddenly at his side. “My lord your arm...”
“It will be fine. Scared but fine.” He was looking off in the direction that the wolf left in. There was defiantly someone behind those eyes and was trying very hard to fight its hold. He looked at his arm. Legolas would not be pleased to see his father hurt when he returned.
Once the remaining orcs and the wolf returned they chained it back to its holding cell. A Nazgul approached it moments later while the body was trying to change its form. The Nazgul screeched and used its dark magic to keep the wolf from changing. The wolf howled and then growled. It looked at the Nazgul and laid down.
The Nazgul tossed it a large piece of meat and walked away leaving the wolf to eat. It was regaining its mind back quicker than they liked and it was taking more magic to keep it from fighting them off. They would regain their hold on the she-elf soon enough. Little did they know that the wolf would not be in their grasp for much longer for an old friend had come to its aid and help it regain its mind once again.
An Unknown peril in Mirkwood
It was a stormy night and the group of orcs was moving out to Mirkwood. They had been ordered to take down the king. Amongst these orcs was a gray and red wolf. She was not like other wolves and not even close to a warg. She was an elf stuck in this wolf form due to the magic of the Nazgul.
“Rem'ber we ar' to kill the king an' then we kill wha' ever is left then leave.” The wolf gave a low growl in response. The orcs laughed and trudged on.
Once they arrived they released the wolf from its leash and trudged carefully though the woods. The wolf took off in another direction tracking the elven king. A twig snapped under the foot of an orc broke and the first arrow flew.
The elves leaped from their trees and met the horde of orcs both with sword and bow. The wolf that was with the orcs cut away from the throng of the main battle and cut around to where she smelled yet more of the first born. King Thranduil was being herded away from his warriors. His sword cut down many an orc, but for every orc slain two took it's place. She growled lowly and stalked around the elven king. Thranduil spotted the wolf after taking down an orc and watched it carefully. Something about it seemed very different. The eyes were dull but flickered with life almost like the mind behind this creature was fighting its hold on whatever had it.
Suddenly the lighting flashed and the wolf lunged at the King. He parried it with his blade. The wolf growled and lunged at him again. The battle between the two went on for many minuets the elves around the king keeping orcs away from their king, others trying to get a shot at the wolf but every chance they had it seemed it would move out of the line of fire.
A final lunge and the wolf latched onto the kings arm. He cried out and first tried to shake the wolf off. “You do not want this, this is not who you are I can see it in your eyes. Fight the darkness.”
The wolves eyes flickered, a small light coming to them but went away quickly. It bit down harder and shook its body trying to take the elven king's arm. He cried out and slashed at the wolf with his blade striking it across its face. It released its hold on his arm and fell away pawing at its face. A horn sounded signaling a retreat. The wolf looked at the king howled and then took off arrows landing where it had been.
“MY LORD!” One of the elves was suddenly at his side. “My lord your arm...”
“It will be fine. Scared but fine.” He was looking off in the direction that the wolf left in. There was defiantly someone behind those eyes and was trying very hard to fight its hold. He looked at his arm. Legolas would not be pleased to see his father hurt when he returned.
Once the remaining orcs and the wolf returned they chained it back to its holding cell. A Nazgul approached it moments later while the body was trying to change its form. The Nazgul screeched and used its dark magic to keep the wolf from changing. The wolf howled and then growled. It looked at the Nazgul and laid down.
The Nazgul tossed it a large piece of meat and walked away leaving the wolf to eat. It was regaining its mind back quicker than they liked and it was taking more magic to keep it from fighting them off. They would regain their hold on the she-elf soon enough. Little did they know that the wolf would not be in their grasp for much longer for an old friend had come to its aid and help it regain its mind once again.