Helloooooo!

Hello everybody! I know that I haven't posted in a while. I have been busy with other things. But I thought I'd come on and say something: I'm sick. I'm deathly sick. I'm so sick that I'm going to be catching it soon. You see, Hannah caught this illness, I have no idea what it is, and now all of us are coming down with it. I have a bit of it and I'm hoping that I don't get any sicker then I already am. My mother is telling me to gargle with salwater. They say that it helps. I must admit that it does help, but it tastes worse than lumpy ol' english gravy. Believe me, I'm not making this up. I realy am gargling with salt water. Bleck! So, I hope I get better soon.

New Blog

I have a new blog! It is titled: The Adventures of the Scarlet Pimpernel! Come and see this mysterious place! Come along! Come and read my daily adventures in London, England! Alright well it's Michigan but London sounds cooler.

My Account!

Alright everybody! I have just gotten my email account! Wahooooo! Now the real Daniel is shown instead of "Hannah and Dan"! I am The Scarlet Pimpernel that you see on the side. Yes, that is me when I went to the Regency Ball and danced with everybody there.

Scripts needed immensely! I ask all of you to send one in that you wrote or that someone else wrote!

I am soon finishing the Crusaders Tale! Wahhooo! (Hmmmm... how would you say Wahoooo in a Scottish accent? Please tell me in a comment. lol) I am in desperate need of new filming studio material! To say it regularly, I need new stuff to use so that I can make another movie. To say it more regularly, I need new stories to film. To say it even more regularly, I need three more scripts. I ask anyone, MIND YOU ANYONE, to send me scripts through your comments. They will not be published, but we need them right away!

We do the Medieval pretty easy, Modern period the most easily, Civil War period is out of the question, Colonial will be o.k. but it might take longer to finish, Renaissance is impossible, bible times are pretty easy as long as the whole thing isn't in a desert, Saint movies might be a little hard.

The script must have no more than four main characters, each other character must have no more than one line to say; and there must be no more than 15 people in it. Now if their are five main character and one is old and the other young than that is possible. I have three boys plus myself as the actors, and two girls. The girls take allot of pushing to get them to act. Even if one character is really old it would be fine. I have an excellent makeup person at my disposal.

I leave you people to make the scripts. You may send in more than one. For The Main character I may or may not have you choose.




~Danny

New Blog

I ask everyone to go to our new blog! Lord and Lady Productions!

http://melstudio.blogspot.com/

It is the place where Hannah and I are going to put the news of the movies we make. We are right now in the proccess in making The Crusaders Tale written by Paul Xavier.

The Army rousing Speech of William Wallace

I found one that has Stephan the Irishman in it!
"The almighty says this should be a fashionable fight, it's drawn the finest people!"
There is no violence!

Playlist

All Celts! I Welcome yeh ooll teh coome and lesten too meh playlust. Ut's Awsome!

I love this scene! It's so sweet!It is the burial of his father and brother who were killed fighting the English. The girl is Murron. The woman he marries but is then killed to get to William.



This scene is twenty years later. Some people overdid the voices in it in some language.



~Danny of Clan McMurrough

To the Followers

We have a new follower! Celtic Traveller! The very first follower that is a Celt!

Clips

I thought I would just post some clips.

The first two are from Braveheart. Directed by Mel Gibson and starring Mel Gibson.

There is no violence in this video.












This one has a tiny bit of the battle.

Chapter XIX

The company of Elves approached the eves followed by the peoples of Middle-Earth. The boats were prepared to move. The Sea elves were on board ready to sail also. King Manwe had one boat made for himself and all the royal elves. The elves all climbed on the boats and looked one last time on Middle-Earth.

Legolas approached the boat and let all the other elves climb on board. He then turned around and looked at a small hobbit.Eruanna approached crying. Her tears were many. Legolas knelt and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Hey!" he said, "Look at me."

Eruanna looked at him.

"You've got to be strong. Your the one I'm gonna miss the most."

"Ya don't gotta go!" she said desperately. "Stay with us. What am I gonna do without you!" she said putting her hands on her head and crying.

"Hey! You listen to me. Your gonna do without me. Your gonna live for a long time, and your gonna be 'appy. Alright?"

Eruanna nodded her head.

"I'll miss you." said the elf. He gave her a hug and walked slowly backwards looking at her. He turned around and climbed on board. He looked back at her and smiled. This was the last Eruanna ever saw of the elf for many years. The ships set sail and Eruanna witnessed the last voyage of the elves.

Eruanna went back to the shire alone after all the hobbits and was walking down the road with a slow pace when a wagon stopped next to her. She looked up and saw a familiar face.

"Gandalf!" said the hobbit.

Gandalf opened his mouth and laughed.

Eraunna laughed and jumped onto the wagon hugging the old wizard.

"I thought you were killed by an orc? You said so in my dream!" said Eruanna.

"Oh," said Gandalf a bit nervous. "Well, about that..." Erauanna looked at him wondering what all this was about.

"Well, I always wanted to make people think that I was dead and make them dramatic when they saw me and so I thought I'd try it."
Eruanna looked at him and hit him on his arm as Gandalf laughed.

They talked over the war and many other topics which only Hobbits bring up.

Eruanna then turned to him and said, "Gandalf do you think I'll ever see Legolas again?"

"Well I think so. You see Hobbits are so willful. In your case foolhardy." said Gandalf as Eruanna hit his arm.
"Gandalf," said Eruanna. "I'm glad I'm back."

So our story has finally come to it's end. If I were to look through all of time and space I think I could find one way which describes the ending for any story, and they lived happily ever after.

Or in this case, until the adventure is continued........

~The end~

Written by D.J.M.

Chapter XVIII

The armies of Middle-Earth were gathered in a hall of Gondor. Splitting the armies was a long aile. Lining it was the elves of Lothlorien wearing the armor of the second age.

The dwarves carried axes and were posted behind the elves of Lothlorien. The men of Gondor were in formation with swords drawn and and shields shining. The hobbits were forming their own ranks behind them. The men of Rohan were on there horses in the back of the lines along with the elves of Mirkwood on horseback. Both armies were carrying the banners of Lothlorien, Mirkwood, and Rivendell. On the floor was a long green mat. On it were curving and intersecting thin lines.

Suddenly, trumpets sounded and out marched a long line of elves, men, and dwarves. It began with two dwarves carrying banners of King Dain. Behind them marched two dwarf guardians with there axes shining on their shoulders and black dwarven blades on their backs. They wore silver shirts of mail and over that, they wore bronze and silver belts which were covered with thin sheets of steel crossing in front of the mail. On their heads they wore silver helms. Behind them marched the axe throwers wearing the same armor. Behind them were the pikemen, and finally the two body guards, and King Dain himself, and two more bodyguards. The four bodyguards wore shirts of mithrill mail and mithrill breastplates. They carried broadswords and red shields. King Dain had his long white beard in two braids and he wore a leather shirt and a bright coat of gold mail and pants with brown boots.

Then came the Men of Gondor. The Royal guards were first wearing their blue capes, helms with white feathers and bright armor.

Following them were six knights of Gondor on horses. The Horse had shining armor and chain mail on his head. The knights carried long spears and swords at their right side. On the left was a shining silver shield.

Finally, in strode King Aragorn Ellasar and Queen Arwen at his side. Aragorn wore a silver chain mail shirt and a blue juppon with the tree of Gondor on it. He wore silver gauntlets which also had the tree of Gondor. On his head was the crown of Gondor. At his side was Anduril, the flame of the west in a silver and green sheath which Galadriel had given him many years before.

In front of Aragorn and Arwen was their son. He wore a shirt of mithrill and over it was a blue juppon also with the tree of Gondor. He wore pants of mail and black boots. On his head was a silver circlet.

In the back of the line came the elves. Five elves marched in wearing the armor of the second age. They carried long elven spears and shields. Then came the archers. They wore the mirkwood ranger clothes. On their backs they wore quivers with twenty-four arrows in each.

In walked Legolas. He wore nothing on his head. He was wearing a tunic which went down to his knees. He walked forward majestically and all the elves pointed their spears pointing diagonally towards the sky. As he walked up the aisle he saw his crown in the hands of Eruanna Took who was carrying it on a pillow. Now was the time he was to receive the kingship of both the High Elves and the Wood Elves whose rings he now wore on his neck.

He walked to up the stairs and knelt. Yaviel approached and placed a silver crown on his head. He rose and turned towards the people.

"The battle is over! The storm is lifted!" said Legolas. The elves began to cheer. "I now acknowledge a soldier of this battle. Dramorion, step forward!" Dramorion walked forward with his wife, Eliniel* next to him. His wife was dressed Aragorn drew a sword from a sheath, which was being carried by a dwarf, and approached.

"I knight you, Sir Dramorion, and make you Earl of Dale."

"And may I add that I commend his skills in battle!" called a short Eruanna at the back on the thrones.

All the people laughed.

Dramorion bowed and received the sword gratefully. He then turned and walked away.

"Elves of Middle-Earth." continued Legolas. "We have withstood armies twice our size and enemies who have killed hundreds of ten-thousands! We have saved Middle-Earth more than once. But this is not our age. The age of men has begun. The age of Elves...is ended. Our time is up. We go now to our true country, Valinor. The last voyage of the Elves."

With this, tears came into the elve's eyes. This was true. It was time to let the men take over. It was time to leave the home they had come to love to go to their real homeland. Their time was over. "Long live King Legolas son of Haldir!" cheered the elves. Legolas and his procession of elves marched down the aisle and went to prepare for this voyage.

To be continued.....

Written by Legolas: Danny

*Eliniel is Tolkienfanatic herself

Chapter XVII

Aragorn and Legolas placed the body of Eruaphadion on Aragorn's royal cape and carried him off the battlefield with Eruanna and Yaviel walking behind with their weapons in front of there faces and tears coming down their cheaks. They carried his body to the room of the dead kings and their they placed him in the center of the room and from their they met Arwen and went to the balcony.

Legolas then looked beyond the battlefield from the balcony and saw the armies of Middle-Earth chearing their great victory. When they came close to the tower, Legolas and his companions went to the room of the dead where the armies had been told to go by the Sentries Legolas had posted.

When they reached there, the armies were knealing at and around the body of Eruaphadion. The royal guards ran to Legolas, Aragorn, and Arwen and began to march inside the room. The guards were covered in sweat and black and red blood. They had there weapons in their hands and had them facing up.

"May he find peace after death!" chanted the men of Gondor, the men of Rohan said, "Bealocwealm hafað fréone frecan forth onsendedgiedd sculon singan gléomenn sorgiendeon Meduselde þæt he ma no wære,Þæt he ma nowere is, þurh niedig rest And mægen deorost Bealo." along with the elves who were sayng, "Hiro hyn hîdh ab wanath."

The men chanted the same things in many different tunes they had never even heard. Legolas looked on the body of Eruaphadion. His face seemed as if it were smiling and was covered in brightness.

Chapter XVI

Eruanna now felt courage as she never felt it. But she felt also fear never experienced by her before by her. Her feet seemed to fly over the ground. Her sword felt as light as a feather. Her coat of mail seemed to be a light dress. She ran and ran. The orcs were now so near. But still the time felt like an eternity. She was almost in a swoon. She felt no ground under her. She felt nothing at all.

They met the orcs. Her sword came down and cleaved the orc's iron shoe. He fell and Eruanna stabbed it in the belly. With the up stroke she cut the leg off of another. She did it all by instinct.

Aragorn wielded the ancient sword Anduril with the skill of a king. It flamed and sent orcs flying into the air dead. It stabbed one and it seemed to burn as it fell. It sent the orcs running from the king. Anduril flamed and charged after them cutting down the orc chiefs in it's way. It flamed and again killed many.

The armies of Middle-Earth fought bravely but were soon surrounded.

They fought with the fire that only men and hobbits experience. Orcs and men swarmed together, in a clash of swords, blood, sweat and pain. On a certain place in Osgiliath where a battle was also going on, a certain man of Dale was leading his men in a charge. A man, with dark, black hair and brown eyes. Brown eyes that held fire and flame within them. The man was dressed all in dark blue, with a dark brown leather jerkin. The jerkin was embossed upon the chest with what seemed to be the sun, burning down upon orcish foes. A copper circlet was around this man’s brow.This man was Dramorion, son of Bellthandien, and he had come to help. His warrior’s eyes took in the situation immediately. Drawing his sword, he ran toward the fray, crying out, “Lachamarth for Dale!” Some of the orcs, standing directly in his path, barely had time to register what he was saying before his blade, Lachamarth, chopped through their necks. Twisting as he rocketed into their defenses, Dramorion avoided the enemies’ spears and crude blades. Dramorion fought with a burning heart. He still remembered his home in Dale, and how he had returned from hunting with his father to find it burned to the ground, his mother, sister, and two little brothers dead. He still remembered them. And each orc that fell beneath his blade satiated his desire for revenge against the foul creatures who would take the life of a ten-year-old girl and seven year old twins. And as the face of his mother came into his mind, his anger overwhelmed him. With a cry of rage, he blindly punched an orc in the face, shattering its jaw. His hand throbbed with pain from the impact. Smashing his sword against the side of another’s head, he brought his blade around in a whistling arc and skewered another orc. Suddenly he felt his blade grabbed. A uruk, too beserk to notice the sword’s sharp edges biting into his hand, yanked it, flipping Dramorion onto his back. With a snarl of cruelty, the uruk kicked Dramorion in the face. Dramorion whipped out his dagger and flung it toward the Uruk’s face as it stood above him, leering. With a cry of dumb surprise, the Uruk fell back, pinned through the eye. Dramorion leaped up and scrambled for his sword. An orc backed over his prostrate form and toppled with a shriek. Dramorion shook the blood from his eyes and saw a man above him, holding off the enemy. Quickly recovering himself, Dramorion stood back to back with him.“My thanks. Who are you?” Dramorion grated above the noise, while at the same time kicking and orc in the stomach.“Merianor, leader of the Ithilien Rangers here, and you?” the other man replied through clenched teeth, flipping an orc around and stabbing it in the back.“Dramorion, leader of sixty-seven men of Dale here.” Dramorion hacked off an orc’s legs and then its head. “Where is Prince Legolas? I have news for him and…” here he was interrupted by another uruk, who grabbed his arm and pushed upwards, at the same time bringing its teeth towards his throat. Merianor turned and, noticing Dramorion’s peril, bashed the Uruk in the stomach with a Southron shield he had picked up. The Uruk fell back with a wheeze while Dramorion finished him off. “…and it is most urgent.” He finished. Eruaphadion shrugged, all the while slicing defensively through the enemy. "Well, unfourtunately, there is news that he was slain for he never came to fight with his men." Dramorion grabbed Merianor by the shoulder and jerked him back wards as a warg, riderless, pounced just before him. Merianor quickly recovered and slashed the warg across the face with his sword. As the warg opened its mouth to roar in defiance, Merianor speared it in the mouth with his blade. Dramorion grinned, the blood from his forehead drying onto his cheek, and a black bruise on his chin. Come, friend. For Dale! Ithilien! And Middle Earth!” he saluted Eruaphadion with his sword. Eruaphadion returned the salute solemnly. “For Middle Earth.” Together, they charged towards the center.

Aragorn cut more and more down but to no avail. The orcs kept surrounding them. Fifteen the call Elendil was shouted, Fifteen times he rallied the men and gave them courage, Fifteen times Anduril flamed in a desperate attack. But to no avail. He knew what their doom was to be but continued to fight to the end. He was determined to fight through it all.

He ran a sword through an orc, pulled it out, pushed the orc onto another, and stabbed the blade through both. He pulled his knife from his sheath and stabbed another in the belly. He threw it to the ground and cut ones head off. An orc raised it's sword to cleave Aragorn's head but the king used the sword to cut at him.

Eruanna was on the far end of the battle field. She was one of the few who had made it all of the way the circle of orcs. Suddenly a horse rode out to her and she mounted. She rode with great speed to find out how Osgiliath fared. She rode with great speed over boddies of Orcs. She then came to the city. She looked in and saw Dramorion and Merianor fighting side by side.

She rode into the city and began to fight the orcs. The orcs were large and were quickly advancing. Dramorion ran a sword through an orc and then looked for more. The orcs were now almost all killed inside the great city. For the men had fought hard and the orcs were mostly killed.

Dramorion walked to Eruanna.

"You are a hobbit aren't you?" Said Dramorion.

"I am." replied Eruanna.

"I always wanted to meet one of your people. We in Dale know of one hobbit in particular who we all admire. His name was Bilbo Baggins."

"That's funny. He is my second cousin!"

The man grasped her arm and looked into her face. "This is a surprise."

"There is no time to waste! The battle looks as if it is going poorly! We must go to there aid!" said Merianor who had come up suddenly. Eruanna nodded and they turned to go. She suddenly saw on the hill a figure suddenly come up with the sunrise. He rode a horse and the sun seemed to shine on him. Dramorion looked up with his men in shock. Legolas looked down on the orcs with determination.

"Elves! Dwarves! Men of Rohan!" said the prince of the elves, "Attack!" And he said to himself, "The last fight of the elves!"

Legolas raised his sword and the men charged.

Legolas and the Lorien elves ran before the others and lined the orc's front lines. as the orcs tried to form a wall of pikes. The orcs looked at the wall and charged at it. They were instantly cut down. The elves suddenly parted and the Rohirrim passed through. Then the other elves and dwarves passed throught and Legolas went with them. Legolas swung his sword aound in circles and cut down all orcs in his path. The dwarves were using there axes on the trolls and the men ran over the orcs two by two. It was as in the golden days of Gil-Galad. Legolas, the king of both the kingdoms of wood elves was fighting against his enemies leading the armies of Middle-Earth.

Aranel was riding over the battlefield with a troll charging strait for her. It was a new breed. It was nine feet tall and was carrying a troll sword.

It raised it high and then it came down. Aranel rode in between the legs and saw an orc. She grabbed his sword and wrested it out of his hands. She then rode between the legs of the troll again. She jumped off her horse and landed on her feet on the floor. She took the short pointed orc sword and threw it into the chest of the troll. The troll fell dead at her feet.

Nibenon was on foot running through the lines of the orcs. He was using a long sword and killed all orcs in his path. Two orcs would approach him and he would take the long sword and cut their heads off and then would whirl around and cut the leg off of another. He fought better than any of the men of Rohan and Gondor. (Other than King Aragorn)

Eruaphadion stood on a hill with a bow in his hands and 35 arrows in his elvish quiver. Sticking out of the ground next to him sat his sword. He would put an arrow on the string, draw back the bow and shoot down the bigger of the orcs. Then when any orc spotted him he would pull the sword out of the ground and run it throught the orc like a knife through butter. He would then repeat the whole procedure.

When Legolas had charged, Eruanna and her men had also charged. They clashed against the great orcs and cut them down. It was indeed as in the days of Gil-Galad. The orcs were being cut down armies at a time. They were no match for Middle-Earth. Hope was now in the hearts of the free peoples of Middle-Earth. But suddenly, a dragon landed in the middle of the battle field. Mordorias had come. He dismounted carrying a sword and an axe with three blades crowning the top of it. He approached the armies and with one swing of his mighty axe he cast down six men. Many men and elves fell in that moment.

Mordorias slowly made his way down. He would slash men here, then elves there. None could withstand the mighty axe. Their was no hope. Man after man, elf after elf, dwarf after dwarf, hobbit after hobbit tried charged at him but was cut down. He then came to Legolas and Eruanna standing side by side. He drew back his axe and brought it down. Legolas ducked and jumped to the other side. Eruanna dived at the mail and tried to pierce it. The mail turned the sword and Eruanna fell to the ground. Mordorias raised his sword to strike but at that moment an arrow flew into his mail. He stood stunned but did not die. He then prepared to use his last blow to kill the ring bearer, Eruanna. Eruaphadion dropped the bow with which he had shot him with and dived at Mordorias with his sword.

"You'll not touch her!" he called as he dived Mordorias. He landed on him and the sword ran through a weak spot in the chain mail. Mordorias instead brought the sword in and stabbed Eruaphdion.

A waveshock suddenly went out and all the people fell on their faces. The orcs suddenly rose and fled. The people also rose up and began to cheer as the orcs ran. Nibenon, Aranel, and Eowyn ran out in front and called out,

"Persue them! Persue them free peoples of Middle-Earth." The armies rose up and charged after them.

The only people left on the field was Lagolas and Yaviel kneeling by the body of Eruaphadion saying, "Hiro hyn hîdh ab 'wanath.(May he find peace after death)" Euanna who was crying by him and Aragorn crying over the body of his son. Eruaphadion was breathing hard.

"Ada (Father)!" Said Eruaphadion in elvish, "I have not failed you."

"No." Replied Aragorn with a tear.

Eruaphadion looked at Legolas and said, "Legolas son of Haldir, heir to the throne of Lothlorien and Mirkwood, the king of Rivendell has fallen. I am the heir to the throne of Rivendell for I am the son of Aragorn and Arwen. I give the throne to you, my good friend." Legolas bowed with a tear. Eruphadion then looked towards the weeping Eruanna.

"Eruanna..." he said wiping a tear from her face. "You made it. And you have given the ring to their irhgtful owner, Legolas. Goodbye little friend." And saying this he hugged her and a man who's bravery ranks along side Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, and all the other bravest men that Middle-Earth has ever known, died.

~IT WAS FINISHED~

Written by Legolas: Danny and Tolkienfanatic

To be continued...

Announcement! Anouncement!

If you are one of the people who I have told to write a chapter and send it in so that we can use it in the next chapter I now need them ASAP!!!!!!!!!!!! Please send them to Hannah (Eruanna).

~Legolas: Danny

Chapter XV

Eruanna dismounted as she reached Minas Tirith, the White City of Gondor. She entered and began to climb the stairs with three rings in her hand. Miluiel followed her with many guards behind her. Eruanna strode up the stairs with all the people admiring her courage. She heard the voice of her father as she climbed. She was clad in armor and carried a sword in her left hand. She finally reached a tall white door.

The guard swung open the door and there in front of her sat King Aragorn and the seat of the Steward empty. She strode forth. Eruanna's father's old friend, Strider, stood and looked upon the rings. He walked to the bottom of the steps. He drew forth Narsil, sword of the kings, Anduril, sword reforged. He held it high and said, "I knew of when the rings would come. Behold, I call my people. To arm men of the west!" All the guards ran out of the room and Eruanna could hear the sound of trumpets and horns. Aragorn went and knelt before Eruanna. "Whether I go to victory or my death, I will follow you to war."

The troops were running too and fro gathering armour, helmets, swords, shields, bows, arrows, maces, spears, chain-maces, mallets, axes, torches, the few horses that were there, and any other items that could hit, stab, cut, and any other damage. They were being marshaled by the small hobbit Eruanna. She could not lead the troops, she gave that job to Aragorn, but she could be at least a shieldmaiden of Gondor and be second in command.

She ran to the top of the tower when all the troops were prepared and looked down on the army of Gondor. She looked to her surprise, bewilderment, and horror on only five thousand troops at the least who would fight against the eighty million soldier army of Mordorias. She then heard soldiers fighting. She ran to the other side of the white tower and beheld Beregond and his men fighting about fifty orcs.

They were doing wonderfully. Beregond led his men bravely and broke the charge of the orcs. All fifty lay dead at the feet of the guards of Gondor. She thought to herself, "We had news that there was no orc left in Middle-earth but all had fled to Mordor, but, here we have many orcs which look different from the others, they looked vaguely familiar though." She thought hard but couldn't figure it out. Then she heard the cries of people. They were not men, elves, dwarves, orcs, or any other creatures like that. She then saw them. Hobbits!

They were calling, "And don't come back to the Shire again!" Eruanna then noticed a very, very , familiar face. Peregrine Took ran down the hill greeting the men he loved. He then saw a familiar face. Beregond lifted the hobbit and cried, "I thought I'd lost you forever!" Pippin hugged him and laughed loudly.

Eruanna came running down the stairs and came out of the tower calling, "Daddy! Daaaaadyyyy!" She ran to him and hugged him tightly. Pippin hugged her back. Eruanna began to shed greater tears than that of all the water of the seas. They were together again.

Then came a great horn. It was that of the horn of Aragorn. Pippin heard it and reacted immediately. He ran to the front of Minas Tirith leading his hobbits. Aragorn saw him standing with Merry and Sam. He ran to them and they all hugged. But the storm was yet to come. Aragorn looked towars Mordor and in front of him stood a black line. The orcs were coming. He drew Anduril and rode to the front of his troops. He blew another horn calling all that would aid him. There over the mountains behind came Halberad and the army of Rangers. They came and joined the soldiers. Aragorn then blew another horn and the eagles suddenly swooped down.

Archers mounted them and made ready to fight. No more were left in Middle Earth save one army.

Eruanna looked around for Legolas but could see no one. Aragorn raised his sword to signal the troops to move but was stopped by a hobbit. Eruanna said in a begging tone, "Legolas will come. Be patient." Aragorn put his sword back in it's sheath and waited. After half an hour, They still waited. They could finally see the figures of the orcs. Aragorn rode over o Eruanna and said, "We can wait no longer." Eruanna thought to herself, "Legolas has failed.....how?......He said he would be here." She fell into sadness and finally realized the doom of Middle Earth. She felt as if she would run away.

Aragorn stepped forwad and d rew his sword. He looked back and the eagles flew with the archers firing their arrows. They shot down few for soon the archers were shot down and the remainders flew back to the Gondorians. Aragorn drew his sword and looked back at the cowed soldiers behind him. He took a deep breath and rode to the left edge of the army. He turned back and said,

"Men of Gondor, Eagles from the decent of Thorondor, Rangers of Arnor in the north, Hobbits of the Shire, al other people helping us. I see in your eye the same dreams, hopes, loves, desires. but what more can be desirable than the glory of being in a peaceful world. I look forward and I see eighty thousand black soldiers, I look back and I see seven thousand men, brave willing to fight, courageous, I look forward again and I see eighty thousand black nights fallen in defeat." The guards began calling out the name of Aragorn and Ellasar. Aragorn raised his sword again. He called out, "For Middle Earth!"Eruanna could feel the cool wind blowing on her face. She could see the shire. She then threw the chance to leave the shire and suddenly ran in front of Aragorn and charged. The army then charged as did the orcs. Her fathers face was shining with pride because of his daughter.

~So It Began~

The war is to be continued....
Written by Legolas: Danny

Chapter XIV

The army began the march to Gondor. Legolas rode in the front with Yaviel on his right. On his left rode Eowyn who would always be grateful that he was leading the elves and dwarves to help her late husband's country and the country of King Aragorn. Legolas looked forward on the road. He had left his home. He rode now to the aid of another. For if he did not, many other men, women and children would never know the word 'home'.

He looked back at the men as he rode forward. He then looked at the elves. Then he looked at the country around him. He had to think first of the people he loved. He looked back forward deep in thought. He raised his head. He was proud now proud to be an elf. He was proud to be part of the alliance. He was proud to be going to the aid of Gondor. He was proud to be riding by men. Thinking about aiding his good friends made him realize that he could hold his head high.

As his horse climbed a hill, men behind him suddenly called out, "It's Isengard!" He looked up and saw the tall tower Orthanc. On the top was a man dressed in black armour. He then looked down and saw an Oliphaunt. On the top were two figures wielding swords. In the distance were two figures riding on a white horse in the dirrection of Rohan. He looked closely with his elvish eyes at the battle and noticed that the tall one was Eruaphadion and the other, Aranel knew. It was her brother, Nibenon. Eruaphadion swung down with one stroke and cleaved a man. He then twisted around and deflected a blow from a Southron sword. He twisted the sword out of the man's hand and stabbed him with a knife. Nibenon had his sword in a dead man and it was sticking up in the air. He had his bow up and was shooting down Southrons. Whenever one got to close, he pulled out the sword and cut him down. Eruaphadion twisted around and cut a Southron in half and ran to the head of the Oliphaunt. He ducked a sword and threw the man over him onto his back. He grabbed his sword and ran to the head of the Oliphaunt. He turned the sword over in his hand, raised it and stabbed the gigantic creature. It fell on the floor dead.

Legolas looked to his left and saw an army of Orcs approaching the dead Oliphaunt. They reach it and looked to see Eomer leading the kingdom of Rohan into war. They reached the Orcs and the battle began. The dwarves then followed the men. Eomer, Eruaphadion, Eowyn, Aranel, Nibenon, and Dain wielded their weapons with deadly skill.

Legolas then looked to his other side and saw that more orcs were approaching and that the already fighting army needed reiforcments. He sent Yaviel, Rimedur, and Manwe to attack them. He led one hundred newly joined elves against the new orcs. Legolas' battle reached the orcs. He fought gloriously.He looked back and they threw back their elvish armour showing their Southron uniforms. They turned around and left a bewildered Legolas staring at them.

He suddenly felt a cruel blade slit slightly deep in his head. He fell to his knees looking into the face of an orc. It raised it's sword and grunted. Suddenly, a long blade came through it and it fell. Yaviel appeared and layed her hand on Legolas' head. With her skill she healed him. He looked her in the eyes. He said nothing. He then to the orcs ahead. He then rose and said to her, "Never did I think I'd die side by side with Yaviel daughter of Haldir of Lothlorien." She looked at him and said in a beautiful tone, "And neither did I think I would die by Legolas Son of Haldir, my brother."

Legolas looked at her with joy and bewilderment. "What!" Yaviel said to him in a clear tone, "When you were born you were named Legolas and when father died, Legolas brought you up after the war. He knew that it was what Haldir would have wanted."

Legolas put hi hands on the fair beautiful face of Yaviel with tears in his eyes, same as Yaviel.

Why have you never told me this?" asked Legolas.

"Because I wanted you never to know that you were not the son of the prince of Mirkwood."

"Then why tell me now?"

"Because I've grown to admire you and seen that you care nothing for a throne. But either way, you are the highest elf in Lothlorien."

"Yaviel, I feel as if I have finally found happiness." Legolas then turned and saw an orc coming. He swung his sword and cut him down. He found new strength. He wielded his sword with death. All fell before him.

Legolas cut down twenty orcs and Yaviel, thirty. They suddenly found themselves surrounded by archers. Legolas and Yaviel drew out there bows and drew them back. Suddenly They heard a loud horn blow and the orcs went running from Eruaphadion on a horse leading the elves of Rivendell, Eomer leading Rohan, and so on and so forth leading their armies. Legolas and Yaviel were left standing on the battlefield staring at each other's eyes.

The orcs ran but when the men ran into the tower of Orthanc to look for Mordorias, they only found a lonely tower. When they came to the top, they could see dragon flying away.

That afternoon, Legolas and Yaviel went to the woods to have a real wood-elven celebration. They ran throught the woods singing songs of joy.

They finaly sat on the grass and spoke. "I have found happines! I have found the real Yaviel!" said Legolas.

Yaviel smiled at him and giggled and lyed down. She too was a new Yaviel and had found a new Legolas. They were realy now friends. They now had found in eachother a great love for one another. All that Legolas could now think of now was his new found sister.

To be continued......

Written by Legolas: Danny

Chapter XIII

Eruanna jumped back. She held her head high and, though she had tears in her eyes, she seemed joyful. She held her head high. "I was sent to go to Gondor to distribute the rings because it was the only way to do it. No that I am so close, I will not stop now. I am so close to the end." she suddenly went into deep thought. "I want to go home. The trees will be blooming. The hobbits harvesting the corn. Daddy will be sitting outside the house with his pint of beer and his pipe. I want to see daddy again." she said with sudden tears coming out of her small blue eyes. "I want to lay my head on his lap. I want to see daddy again. I want to go home." Miluiel knelt in front of the hobbit and hugged her. "Shhhhhhh!" she said softly. She walked to the horse and gently placed Eruanna on it. The two of them rode off to Gondor. They rode up over a hill and could see the white tower standing tall.
"Gondor. The holder of the greatest courage ever found. The guardian of the West. The friend of freedom, and the keeper of all that stands alive and good." said Eruanna recalling the words of her father.

From the hill they could see Mordor. There, at the front of the country was at least twenty thousand orcs. They looked as if each was breeding an orc or two. They were multiplying quickly. They also saw fire and sparks. It must have meant that they were forging weapons. Already about one thousand orcs had reached Osgiliath and were attacking it, five thousand orcs were on either side attacking it from the water, and three thousand more were marching to reinforce the attack.

The two orcs began riding down into Minas Tirith. A gate was now placed at the entrance into the white city. Sixty guards guarded it. Their leader approached Eruanna and looked into her eyes.
"I know your face!" he exclaimed.
"And I know yours!" said Eruanna. "It reminds me of something my father showed me, a picture he painted."
"Who is your father!" said the man grasping her hand.
"Peregrine Took."
"By my sword!" he said, "I am Beregond! The good friend of your father!"
"What! My father has told me oh, so much about you!" she replied. "But what are you doing at Minas Tirith? You were never allowed to enter again!"
"Exactly. That is why I guard the outside of the new gate." the soldier replied.
"I am sorry to inturrupt, but Gondor needs th- us right now." Said Miluiel trying not to give away the fact that they held the rings.
"You may enter." he said.
They rode through the gates and Beregond blew his horn three times. Four horsemen approached and led Eruanna and Miluiel to the Tower. As they rode by they saw many people in the streets crying, carrying dead bodies, stting in the front of their houses with hands on there heads just empty... empty...

Eruanna stopped the horse and raises her sword. In a clear loud tone she called, "People of Gondor, be sad no longer. The storm has ended." She spread her arms and then said, "Behold the dawn!" She grasped the rings on her neck and raised them high. They shone brighter than the sun and moon. Enya, Narya, and Vilya had returned to a human land. The sun of freedom had arisen.

To be continued......
Written by Legolas: Danny

Chapter XII

Legolas rose from the ground and walked out of the forest. He climbed onto a rock and below him stood the army of Lorien, Rivendell, and Mirkwood who had just joined the army. Legolas spoke in a majestic tone, "We have won. We have fought. We have conquered. We have taken the right path." They had come so far and now Legolas was so close to his throne. He would not take it just yet. Three paths were now before him. The lands of Valinor, the battle of Gondor, or to stay at home. At the forests he knew. At the place he had grown to love. He had to decide. He would not take the paths of Valinor. He had to decide between the other two. If he went to Gondor he would never return to the woods he knew...that he knew... that he knew... that he loved... his woods...
"I can't leave." said Legolas looking back at the woods with a tear. "I have to go." He looked down and to the side at the men of Rohan. He had to think of the glory of Men first. They were also creatures. They were their allies. He had to leave.

He turned to the army and said in a clear voice, "We are leaving now. The age of Greenwood or Mirkwood or all other names given it has reached it's final goal. Those who are going to stay are to stay. All who aren't are following Legolas Greenleaf to the aid of Men." A battle cry a rose from the elves and from the men, only tears. How could an elf think this way to the kingdom of Men, the usurpers? How could a king so great be so kind?

Legolas raised his long sword and the three people on the battle fields called out,
"To Gondor!" Legolas in reply said in a soft voice to himself, "Gondor."

The army descended the hill which they had climbed before. Legolas stopped and looked back on those trees. The trees he loved. A tear decended down his cheek and he pronounced the name for the very last time, "Home."

To be continued.....
Written by Legolas: Danny

Chapter XI

Eruanna looked up into a fair face. Miluiel was wearing the uniform of a Southron. She had clear, loving, blue eyes. Eruanna could see a bit of her hair, thought it was tucked under helmet, it was blonde and looked as soft as silk. On her thin waist she carried two elven daggers and on her back was an elven blade. She wore a cape of the same material that the Fellowship of the Ring wore. She must of made the Southrons think that she was a man and had stolen elven weapons and material. She looked down on Eruanna and through the cloth across her mouth Eruanna could see a smile.

The oliphaunt suddenly stopped and Eruanna was dragged up onto her feet. She stood and could see a tall tower. On the top stood a tall man in the armour of Sauron. Eruanna knew in an instant who this was. Mordorias. He looked down upon the hobbit and called out, "Bring the dog up to me!" Eruanna looked up and a tear went down her cheek. All had ended. The kingdom of Middle Earth would fall and all would come to darkness. She had failed Eruaphadion and Legolas, the king of the Elves. She had lost. In her thought, her hands suddenly felt something metal and cold. Miluiel had slipped Eruanna's sword into her hand.
Eruanna cut the ropes. She had another chance to save Middle Earth. She looked up at the elf and said, "Let's do it." Miluiel pulled out a horn and gave it one loud blast. Out of the bushes came Eruaphadion and Nibenon. Miluiel drew out the elven sword and cut the ropes. Eruanna jumped onto the ladder off the Oliphaunt and began to climb. Miluiel. threw off the Soutron uniform revealing her elven amrour and her position of the elven princess of Lorien. She began to cut down the Southrons.
Eruaphadion grabbed Eruanna and put her on a horse. Miluiel climbed down and jumped onto the horse also. She looked down at Eruaphadion and said, "Hail prince of Rivendell!" she then galloped off. Eruanna looked back at the prince and smiled. Miluiel rode past the enemies and towards Rohan.

They reached Edoras by noon on the hobbit clock and they dismounted. Miluiel walked into the Golden Hall and called out, "Hail king Eomer!" All that she was replied to with was the echo of her voice. She walked out in pity. She walked to Eruanna and showed her a torn flag. Eruanna looked at it and began to cry.
"I was too late... too late..." She layed her head on Miluiel's waist and cried out loud. Miluiel also began to cry. She had failed... failed...

To be continued.....
Written by Legolas: Danny

Chapter X

Legolas stopped at the army and let down the elf. She looked up at him, smiled and climbed onto another horse. Rimedur rode to Legolas and asked, "Where to now?" Legolas raied his sword and called out, "Lothlorien!" The elves of Lorien raised there swords and bows and the army charged forward.

Aranel was bumping into the guards of Rohan and her sword was hitting her heel. Through all this, she was laughing with delight. The armies of Middle-earth were headed to the great forest of Lothlorien where the great malorn trees grew. She could hardly keep up with her own mother, Eowyn. She was laughing and singing of the glory of Lorien.

Legolas rode forward without looking to either side. His eyes were looking straight ahead at his road. His road to Gondor. Where the elves would fight for the last time for Middle-earth. It was already the begining of the age of Men. All the elves had not yet left Middle-earth and this would be the end. After this upcoming last battle he would be crowned king of Mirkwood and Lothlorien. After that, he would lead the elves out of Middle-earth. Their time had come.

It was night when the army reached Lorien. Legolas dismounted. He began running through it. The army followed. They ran throught the great Marlorns with great speed. They passed under the great branches and as they went, all the elves that had been left there joined the already great army. The women and children that met them were placed in the middle of the army so that they would be defended by the outer soldiers.

The army made it out of Lorien without meeting any orcs and with great sorrow. For the elves knew that there time in Middle-earth had come. They finallay climbed a hill and were looking down upon Mirkwood. Legolas saw huge armies of Orcs, goblins, and trolls surrounding it. They were even greater than that of the War of the Rings. Legolas looked down the hill and raised his sword. The sun suddenly rose and he was seen by the orcs standing on the hill alone. They knew that the king of the elves had returned. The elven archers ran up next to him and bent their bows and waited for the command. Legolas called out in a loud voice, "Tangado haid! Leithio i philinn!" The elves let there arrows fly. The arrows landed wiping out one entire army of Trolls. Legolas then called up the elven swordsmen.

There swords began to swing upwards. The battle for Mirkwood had begun. Legolas ran into the hordes of orcs cutting down orc by orc. He swung at ones sword and knocked it out of his hand. He then stabbed it and killed it fast. He swung down and cleaved another's head. He fought like a king. None could withstand him. He cut down the entire Cursom Hersior, (The leaders of the orcs) He made it into Mirkwood first. He weilded his sword skillfully and majesticly.

He now fought in the woods he once knew. Down through the trees he went. He cut off an orcs head, twisted around and hewed a goblins arm. He looked up at trees and saw that goblins were coming out of two of them like little ants.

Legolas cried out and charged into the thickest part of the creatures. The creatures fell before him. He chopped down all two hundred of them while dodging orcish arrows. He turned to see a troll headed right for him. He pulled an elvish knife out and threw the blade into the creatures mouth and it cut it's throat. He looked down to see orc. He looked to the other side and saw the leader of the Greenwood invasion. He was an Uruck Hai from the War of the Ring. He was ten feet tall wearing black armour. He carried a long scimitar and a tall shield. He marched to Legolas grunting. Legolas drew back his sword and swung at the Uruck's head. He deflected the blow with a shield. Legolas then swung low and severed the foot. The orc fell. It then rose again and though it stood in one place, it fought vigourously. Legolas stabbed it many times. The orc finally cut into Legolas' side but did not cut very far. Legolas fell with a cry onto his knees panting. The orc looked down and raised his sword. Legolas took his chance and stabbed it with the elvish blade. The creature fell with a hideous cry. Legolas had won. He looked up and saw his army running towards him. They fought the rest of the orcs and drove them back out of the forest.
The battle was won.

To be continued.......
Written by Legolas: Danny

Chapter IX

Eruanna ran down the hill and looked at the country around her. It was nothing but rocks and plains. It was brown but slightly green. She knew what she saw beyond all this, Edoras. She was in Rohan.


"Rohan, where the guards stand and fight for what they hold dear, where freedom is fought for." said Eruanna remembering what her father Pippin had said. She began to run across the field as fast as she could. On account of the fact that she hadn't had a 'decent' breakfast, her feet began to ache after fifteen minutes of running.


She stopped and fell to her feet. "I can't do this Eruaphadion. I can't." She thought to herself. She then thought of the fact that all of Middle-earth was depending on her. She rose to her feet and stood erect. She then started to run. She ran over the grass as fast as her feet could carry her. Her feet were in a terrible condition. They were coated with blisters and were sore and she was barely able to pull them off the ground.


She finally could see the golden hall. She began to run again. She kept repeating to herself, "Edoras, Edoras, Edoras, Edoras." It soon became a running beat. She could hear her feet pounding on the grass and rocks. She then noticed that she heard footsteps. She thought to herself, "The Rohirrim!" she began to run to where she heard them. Her heart was not as heavy now. She then came around a rock so she could see the glorious sight. But, all she could see was a small patrol of Southrons.

She knew where they were headed, Edoras.

Their leader on an oliphaunt drew his sword and called out, "Catch her and bring her to Mordorias!" The southrons lowered their spears and charged. Eruanna knew not what to do. But she knew what would happen if Mordorias got the ring. She turned and ran. Suddenly, pain burst like a bomb in her mind. She fell to her feet with a crash. Her feet could hold out no longer. She had stepped and put all her wait on a pointed rock.

The Southrons grabbed her and in an instant she was unconscious.

"Bring her to Mordorias!" called the leader.

"But how do we know that she's the one?" asked on of the soldiers.

"Because she's a hobbit or halfling or whatever Mordorias called her." he replied.

"I say down with what Mordorias said," said the other, "He's just a mad old fool."

The leader, with one swift stroke, cut the head off the rebellious soldier. The body fell onto the sleeping hobbit. The water ration that the soldier had had on his back fell and splashed all over the place. The hobbit awoke with after all over her face. She pushed the body off of her and sat up. She found herself on an oliphaunt and headed towards Isengard. One of the guards next to her bent over and said, "Suilaid, Eruanna Took, Elen síla lumenn' omentielvo hebo estel eneth nîn Miluiel. I will protect you."

To be continued.....

Written by Legolas: Danny

Chapter VIII

Legolas could only sit there with tears in his eyes. His good friend had fallen. She had now vanished from all of Middle-earth. What would he do? What could do? All was empty now... All was just- just- empty. Empty. What was he to fight for now. Where would he go? He couldn't fight knowing that t was for nothing. He had no friend by him, Aranel was only a person he had once met. He was alone, just alone. There was nothing. What should he do. What should he do? Could he go back to the shire? No. Mirkwood? No. But wait! There was an entire army depending on him- alone..... alone...... alone..... There was nothing. How? Where? He looked down at Yaviel's bloodstained face, she was gone. She had fallen? How!? Why?

He looked down at the face thinking what he should do. Suddenly, the angelic coughed up blood and opened it's eyes. He looked at the eyes and laughed. She sat up and looked at him. They only sat where they were and looked at echother with tears in their eyes.

"I'd thought I lost you!" said Legolas.

"I thought I had lost you!" replied the elven maiden. Legolas stood up and handed her a bow.

"It's yours."

"Thank you," she said.

Legolas helped her onto the white horse and just stared at her. She looked at him and said,

"Together to the end."

"Aye!" cried the elf. He swung himself onto the horse, raised his bow and called out,

"Herio!" The horse ran off to the army. And they were off to Mirkwood.

To be continued....

Written by Legolas: Danny

Who is who?

Ok, real quick. People are confused on who is who so I will tell you real quick.
1. Eruanna: Hannah or Lizzy
2. Legolas: (Actually the son of the Legolas from the Lord of the Rings Series) is Danny (my bro)
3. Yaviel is Teresa
4. Eruaphadion is Christopher (from CA)
5. Nebenon is Paul from Catholic Discussion or the forum
6. Aranel is Lanta or Sarah from the forum
7. Miluiel is Emmy
VIOLA! So, now you know who is who. Thank you very much and goodbye. Ya! It was nice to meet you, now go away. Ya. *blows rasberries*
Ok, sorry but that line just popped into my head. :P
-Hannah

Chapter VII

Eruanna stood up and saw Eruaphadion and Nibenon standing on either side of her with swords drawn and pointed to either side. She saw that all around her were all sorts of gnarled creatures. They were giantic! Some had horns in their heads and others had tusks. Some had clubs others had huge swords, whips, chains, and others had weapons which she had never seen before! Their faces were gnarled with warts coming out of them, some looked as if they had only skulls. They were monstrous. Their faces were deformed and twisted. Some had awkward mouths. Others had one eye and others had more than two! They were twisted and evil.
Eruaphadion and Nibenon suddenly turned and engaged in battle with a huge creature. It had a huge club. They stabbed at it and cut at it, but it stood their staring at Eruanna. It suddenly swung it's club and smote Eruaphadion and Nibenon to the ground. The creature looked down on her and raised it's club. She couldn't do anything. She could only watch. As it brought it down, Legolas jumped in the way and shot it in the mouth. It fell at his feet. But he was struck by a creature and he fell.
All of a sudden, the creatures disappeared and she was alone. She looked around and saw on one side of her a green country with Pippin sitting in a garden. She looked to another side and saw a horse and a man standing side by side. She looked to another side and saw the creatures standing together and in front of them was a pillar with chains attached to it and six whips lined on a table. They were very cruel whips. Some were on fire and others were just whips with huge spikes. She then saw a figure of Gandalf walk forward with Frodo and Aragorn. They all picked up two whips and they crossed them across there chests. Frodo took the other four from Gandalf and Aragorn and walked to Eruanna. He then held them down for her to look at. Gandalf then said in a loud voice which was not his own,
"Eruanna Took, I have fallen at the Shire by the hands of an orc. I now ask you and beg you to accept the sufferings offered to you for the sake of all Middle-earth. But you must bear them alone. The others can not help you. They will fall. We are in your hands"
They then disappeared and the whips were now in the hands of some shorter creatures who were standing around the pillar. The decision was now hers. She stepped forward to the pillar without any resistance. Her decision was made. When she came to the pillar the creatures turned and fled. She then suddenly found herself chained to the pillar. One creature was left. He was holding all six of the whips in his huge hand. He pulled them back and swung forward. But before he could lash her, she jerked herself out of her bed, awoke, and the dream vanished.
She was breathing hard. She climbed out of her blanket and stood. She realized what it meant. Se was to go alone. She turned buckled the sword on her thin waist. She pulled the elven mail onto her and put the rings around her head.
She ran a few steps and then heard Nibenon's voice.
"Eruann! Where are you? I guess she went hunting with Eruaphadion."
She brethed a sigh of relief. She then began to run. When she had gone a few feet, her cape got stuck onto a branch. She tugged and tugged but it was stuck. She then pulled her sword out and cut the branch. She fell onto the ground.
"Eruanna!" said a familiar voice. She wheeled around and saw Eruaphadion. He helped her up and looked her in her eyes and stood.
"I have to leave!" she said to him.
"What?" he replied.
"I had a dream," she said like a scared child at night. "Creatures were trying to ht me, hurt me!" At this she began to shiver. Eruaphadion knelt down and looked at the ground. He then looked up and said,
"I had the same dream about you."
"You have?"
"Yes."
Eruanna hesitated to ask him if he knew what it meant. She knew that he must so just to find out she said,
"Do you know what it means?"
"I do."
They looked in each others eyes with sadness and pity. In the past week, or days, or however long it had been, they had become good friends. They loved each other as brother and sister.
"I have to get out, I have- to- I have to leave, I have to go."
"Then go."
Eruanna burst out in tears and brought her face to Eruaphadion's shoulder and cried there. He pushed her back and said,
"You must be strong. Now go. Go. And don't look back, don't look back," he said.
Eruanna then turned with much pain and sorrow and began to run. The old half elf just watched her with hot tears in his eyes. When the hobbit had gone some feet and had reached the other side of Orthanc she turned and raised her sword. It shined in the light and was a goodbye to her good friend who she would most likely never see again. Part three had began.

To be continued.......
Written by Legolas:Danny

Chapter VI

The army marched slowly, but all was glorious. The flags and banners of the five different countries were fluttering in the air. The front of the army was the cavalry, the second group was the foot soldiers, and the third group was the war machines. The men were blowing trumpets and horns and others were calling out war cries. All was glorious.
Eowyn, Aranel, Eomer, Rimedur, Dain, and Manwe were leading with Legolas in front of them. He was leading this massive army into the full scale war against Mordorias. They hoped that Eruanna was at Gondor, for if she did not reach Minas Tirith by the time they reached it, all would be lost. Also, they depended upon Minas Tirith holding Osgiliath or at the least Minas Tirith. They were now draing near to Lothlorien.
"Beware!" called on of the elven marshals. "Here is where the orcs have ambushed us of late."
Legolas knew what that meant. If here is a camp for orcs, then Yaviel must have been dragged here. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by an orc jumping down at him from a hill. He quickly shot it down and they rode on. The came to the hill and there at the foot of the hill was the army of orcs.

Legolas rose his bow and called out, "Forth Elves of Lorien!" And all of a sudden there were similar cries,
"Forth Eorlingas!"
"For Gil-galad!"
"Forward axes of Dain!"
"Forth elves of the sea!"
All of a sudden the armies charged with Legolas in the lead. The elves let their arrows fly! They came down and a quarter of the army fell. Then the Riders of rohan and of the sea elves struck the army. Aranel weilded her sword with strength and power. She cut them down with no mercy. She was just ike her mother, Eowyn of Rohan. Eowyn was instead, running her spear through the host of orcs. Eomer was swinging his sword with such skill that no orc was in his path when he approached. Manwe drew his long elven sword and was cutting down orcs slowly, but with skill. He prefered to show the enemy his twists and fancy moves so that he would put fear in their hearts and they would beware of the Sea Eleves.

Then the dwarves struck the enemy. Aranel rode all the way through the battle lines. She looked back and saw orcs falling but no people killing them. She then understood. The dwarvses were there. Dain and his axe were the mightiest weapon on the battle field. By the time they had seen the orc his axe was in his hand.

Then came Lorien. Legolas was shooting down orc by orc. He shot two down, then used the tips of his recurve bow to cut a slit in an orcs chest. He used a bow even better than his father. The High elves were also with him. Rimedur drew his sword and when he drew it he cut an orc down. He cut another, then another, then another. He was faster than lightning.

By the time Legolas had stabbed two orcs, the orcs began to retreat into Lorien. The elves knew that they would only defile the place that Galdriel used to walk. The pointed there arrows in the air and they wiped out the remaining orcs. Legolas killed another orc, looked up and saw an orc on a horse riding into Lorien with a elven maiden tied to the horse. It was Yaviel. He rode after the rogue. The horse that the orc had stolen was speedy but not speedy enough. Legolas was catching up.

Leaves and branches were striking his face but he kept on riding. He rode well. He had been trained by his father. He was catching up quickly. Finally, with scratches from the branches on his face, he dismounted. The orc had climbed off his horse and drew it's sword. Legolas dropped his bow and drew an elven sword. It was almost an equal match. But Legolas did an er cut and slit the orcs face.

The elf pulled the elven maiden off the horse and her eyes were closed and she was pale with some blood on her forehead. Legolas fell to his knees and looked down at her.
"I was too late," he said to himself. He looked down at the dead looking face and all he could do was look at her. He could say nothing. All seemed dark. The shadow had come to his heart and pierced it. All was quiet.......quiet........quiet.........


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Written by Legolas: Danny

Chapter V

Nibenon sprang forward and cut down the gohsts. He then turned to Mordorias and swung at him. The old man sprang back and disapeared. The three people turned to the left and suddenly, twenty orcs jumped out at them. Nibenon cut one down, turned to Eruaphadion and Eruanna and said,

"Run!"

The hobbit and man turned and ran. Nibenon cut off an orcs legs, and then cut off the head of an orc. He turned and then brought his sword down onto an orcs head. The orc fell with a crash. He jumped behinfd him onto a rock.

An orc thrust a spear at Nibenon, but he grabbed it and stabbed him back with it. The other orcs came running at him but he grabbed out a bow and began to take them down one by one.

When all were dead, he turned and ran back to Eruanna and Eruaphadion and ran to them. They were completely out of breath and were leaning on trees panting. They finally could breath normally and they turned to Nibenon and spoke.

"Who is Mordorias?" asked Eruanna.

"He is an evil wizard. He has found a ring of power and went mad." he replied, "he fled to Mordor where it corrupted his mind. He finally allied with Orcs and marched on Osgiliath and other countries. My father, Faramir, is dead because of him. I vow that he will not do any more murders than nescary. I hate him not, but I want to help the wolrd rid ourselves of him."

"Your Father is Faramir of Gondor!?" exclaimed Eruanna.

"Yes." replied Nibenon

"Then you know me!" said Erunna.

"Do I?" He replied.

"Yes! I am Eruanna Took."

Nibenon stood and drew his sword.

"Aye," he said, "I know you."

"What is it?" said Eruaphadion looking at the human with the drawn sword and the hobbit o the ground smiling brightly.

"Two years ago she shot me in the arm while I was in battle. I almost fell into the hands of Mordorias." said Nibenon.

Eruaphadion burst out laughing but stoped and put his hand on his mouth.

"Well finish your vow and cleve my head in two." said the hobbit.

Nibenon twisted the sword in his hand and put it into his sheath.

"I will not strike a woman."

"I knew you would listen to reason." said the Hobbit.

The three companions now set out again and finally made there way through the forest and were now close to Isengard. They were riding hard. The horses were panting and the riders were tired. They stopped and threw off some things they did not need to speed up the trip and set off again.

They finally looked down the hill at sundown and there was Orthanc standing tall and proud. They decided that they would walk to the tower in the morning.

To be continued......

Written by Legolas: Danny