Post by The 11th Doctor on Sept 16, 2011 17:39:57 GMT -5
Middle-Earth, exactly two months before the Fall of Sauron, The Crowning of Aragorn, Lord of Gondor, and the End of The Third Age.
Christian sighed. "Dammit. Where the hell AM I?" He gazed out over a barren land of rocks. Far in the distance, a volcano erupted. Somehow, Christan's clothes had changed, and he was wearing a long, tattered brown cloak, some old, worn boots, a tunic, and a dagger was fastened to his side. His Vortex Manipulator still adorned his wrist.
He noticed a large glowing red eye. It shifted from place to place as if searching for something. "Can't say much for the scenery around here." He muttered. The eye swiveled towards him, and he instinctively ducked out of it's way. The eye froze on the spot where he had been, then moved on.
Slowly, being careful to avoid the eye, he began to climb down the high ledge he found himself on.
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If you didn't look closely, you would have thought it was a small animal of some sort, a baby bear- albeit a sickly-looking, pale baby bear at that. But upon closer inspection, you would have found that the thing that bent over the river in the pale moonlight was-or had once been-a Hobbit.
Gollum grasped for the fish. "We gots its, we gots its!!" He hissed in a voice like a snake's scales. He but into the still-squirming fish, eating it raw. And then he heard it. The footsteps of him. The one who had been hunting him for weeks, months. "They wants to hurts us, my preciouss..."
Gollum scrambled off into the underbrush, leaving behind the fish. A few minutes later, a figure in a cloak and boots bent down to inspect the fish, which was still jerking weakly. "He's been here."
"Yes. We must find him-before Sauron does. It is imperative to our goal, Strider."
The Ranger looked behind him. There stood the wizard Gandalf, clutching his cane and pulling a worn, grey cloak in over him. "He is long gone, Aragorn.."
The Ranger prince nodded. "We must follow him. He runs to his dark master in Mordor. Though, Gandalf, I stop to think- wil lthis hunt ever end?"
Gandalf smiled faintly. "You know the Hobbit-songs. On and on the road goes on.."
The two companions walked off into the night, tracking the footsteps of the Hobbit-wraith called Gollum.
Christian sighed. "Dammit. Where the hell AM I?" He gazed out over a barren land of rocks. Far in the distance, a volcano erupted. Somehow, Christan's clothes had changed, and he was wearing a long, tattered brown cloak, some old, worn boots, a tunic, and a dagger was fastened to his side. His Vortex Manipulator still adorned his wrist.
He noticed a large glowing red eye. It shifted from place to place as if searching for something. "Can't say much for the scenery around here." He muttered. The eye swiveled towards him, and he instinctively ducked out of it's way. The eye froze on the spot where he had been, then moved on.
Slowly, being careful to avoid the eye, he began to climb down the high ledge he found himself on.
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If you didn't look closely, you would have thought it was a small animal of some sort, a baby bear- albeit a sickly-looking, pale baby bear at that. But upon closer inspection, you would have found that the thing that bent over the river in the pale moonlight was-or had once been-a Hobbit.
Gollum grasped for the fish. "We gots its, we gots its!!" He hissed in a voice like a snake's scales. He but into the still-squirming fish, eating it raw. And then he heard it. The footsteps of him. The one who had been hunting him for weeks, months. "They wants to hurts us, my preciouss..."
Gollum scrambled off into the underbrush, leaving behind the fish. A few minutes later, a figure in a cloak and boots bent down to inspect the fish, which was still jerking weakly. "He's been here."
"Yes. We must find him-before Sauron does. It is imperative to our goal, Strider."
The Ranger looked behind him. There stood the wizard Gandalf, clutching his cane and pulling a worn, grey cloak in over him. "He is long gone, Aragorn.."
The Ranger prince nodded. "We must follow him. He runs to his dark master in Mordor. Though, Gandalf, I stop to think- wil lthis hunt ever end?"
Gandalf smiled faintly. "You know the Hobbit-songs. On and on the road goes on.."
The two companions walked off into the night, tracking the footsteps of the Hobbit-wraith called Gollum.
