Fanfiction: PREVIEW of my fic- Called To Greatness

[Naurmaethor]

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Called To Greatness

Chapter 1: The Shadow Amongst Us


Mirdan leapt down from the tall tree in which he was keeping his watch from.

“What did you see?” said Vladmir.

“The woods to the north are darker than they were the day before. And not just any darkness..an evil darkness.” Mirdan answered.

“Evil darkness? Please, Mirdan..your going to make me fall over.” Vladimir looked at him teasingly

“You forget Vladmir, Sauron’s shadow is gone. Those forests should be as green as any other part of Mirkwood.”

Mirdan was right, but Vladimir knew Mirdan was always superstitious and adventurous. If Vladimir didn't know any better he'd think Mirdan wanted it to be some dark force.

“It’s probably nothing, besides the mountains could be shadowing them.” Vladimir reasoned with Mirdan.

“But look where the sun is,” Mirdan pointed nearly straight up, ”If there is any shadow it should be behind the mountain and not a very big one at that.”

Vladmir shrugged and suddenly began running South to the elven outpost that these to elven lookouts stayed in. There were also a few elven families. Lookouts' spouses and children.


It was usual for Mirdan and Vladmir to race to their outpost, but Vladmir had caught him off guard this time. “Come on!” yelled Vladmir. Mirdan began to catch up to him when suddenly there was a high pitched sound and Vladmir’s body fell lifelessly to the ground. Mirdan stopped and held him. Knowing there attacker was probably at some high point so he could see well Mirdan quickly pulled his friend's body from site, tears trickling from his face. Mirdan looked at the wound, the arrow had hit him in his right rib cage. ”Stay with me mellon” he whispered quietly, but it was too late. Vladimir was killed almost at the instand he was hit. Mirdan moved South slowly. He stopped behind a tree and wiped the tears from his eyes.
He lay flat on the ground crawling ever so slowly until he could see the orc archer that had felled his friend, Mirdan snuck up behind it and slit it's throat with pleasure. Suddenly a large horn rang out and marching feet could be heard coming from the North.
Mirdan climbed a tree to stay out of site. When the orcs came into view,which was still far away because the elf had excellent seeing, his eyes widened in terror, "H-How?" was all that could escape him. Regaining his wits he took some of the thick paper given to him and his quill pen out of a pocket on the side of his tunic. He was a scout after all, and needed these things to be an effective one. On the paper he wrote,


Elves at this outpost,

There is a shadow amongst us. A great orc army comes your way. I will go to Moria and ask for reinforcements from the Dwarves. Flee or Stand your choice it remains. However, I advise you. Flee while there is time, or atleast evacuate those who can not fight.

Your scout,
Mirdan


Mirdan then folded the letter, stuck it in a opening in the hollow shaft of the arrow and launched it up over the trees in the direction of his outpost. He jumped from the tree and began running. He knew his next destination, the Misty Mountains. Some evil had awoken in the dark. Some evil had been watching, and it came from the North.

NOTE:This is not the chapter in it's entirety! Just a sneak preview!

[Marieke]

Great fic! I hope you'll post more of it soon!

[Naurmaethor]

Thanks for your feedbackk Marieke! I appreciate it!

Called To Greatness
Chapter 1: The Shadow Amongst Us Continued

Luckily the path was lit by the glowing elvish swords that Laurel had left there for wandering travelers. A day it had been since his discover.


"They are already in Thranduil's palace by now." Mirdan spit in disgust.


"Whoo are?" a hoarse,gangly voice said.


Mirdan jumped up and drew his long elvish sword that began to glow blue. "Who, who was that?! Speak!" Mirdan shouted in fear.


"Why, it is only I." A disformed figure with two completely black eyes and stringy hair stepped into the light of Mirdan's sword.

"What are you?" Mirdan asked in disgust. He thought it must be some evil thing.

The creature sat down,"I was an elf once. Maybe I still am I, I don't know."

"What happened to you?" The elf cringed in fear and pain, and suddenly horror filled his eyes and Mirdan thought he could see the memories in the elf's eyes.

"The. The. Nazgul, they stabbed me with their blade!"

"The Nazgul? I thought we were rid of them years ago!?"

"They have returned! Beware! Beware of the Nazgul! They wander these forests!"

"The Nazgul do?!" Mirdan couldn't believe his ears, "Surely your mistaken!"

"No I am not. Very late at night in shadow they come and wander."

Mirdan sat amazed and terrified,"But what did their sword have to do with your disfiguring?"

"I'm not sure what, all I know is since I was stabbed I've become this. I fear this isn't the final stage of my transformation. All who look upon me are frightened and run away in terror."

"Well you may stay with me for now. Orcs are attacking East Mirkwood. I sent a message, I don't know if it will reach them or has. I am going to Moria for help," Mirdan said reluctantly but he was sympethetic to the elf or whatever it was.

"To the dwarves? Yes, they should help you."

"Well, do you have a name?" Mirdan asked.

"Yes, I am, Aur."

"Mirdan. Now let's get some rest."

"Alright."

Mirdan closed his eyes and drifted into an uneasy sleep. He dreamt. In his dream, he saw Aur. Aur drunk something and all of a sudden changed into a great elf. Very muscular and tall. But, his eyes remained black. All of a sudden from behind he was stabbed through the back, it was a Nazgul. Mirdan reached for his weapon but it wasn't there. Aur cried out for help but when Mirdan tryed to move he couldn't. Then he felt cold breath done the back of his neck and suddenly...

"Ahh!" Mirdan woke up. "Just a dream.."

He looked around, where was Aur? He wondered a little ways to a stream where he found Aur filling up their water pouches.

"Oh, hello Mirdan! I thought I would fill these up, it's the least I could do after you've been so kind to me."

"Thank you Aur."


They had a quick breakfast and then moved on through the forest. "Keep up Aur, we don't have much time." "I will try." After a few more hours they stopped to rest. "It will take us two more days to reach Moria." Mirdan said. "I know, I haave been their many times.I would peek in every once in a while. When it first happened.." Tears began to roll down Aur's face, but not before he wiped them away. Mirdan walked on Southwards remembering Vladmir's old superstitions of how the Nazgul would return. He felt and thought it was only in fun and maybe it was, but could Vladmir had known something no one else did?

"Probably not." he thought to himself.

He couldn't help but remember how Vladmir died. He had done nothing. He remembered the joy he had in slitting the orc's throat, it died with a cold grin upon it's face. That grin etched in Mirdan's mind, he knew he couldn't have stopped it. Noone did, who would think an orc army would be marching on East Mirkwood? Especially one of such size. Ofcourse, Mirdan knew these were no normal orcs. They were something orcs despised, maybe because it was something taller than they, stronger than they. And something that Sauron set his affection on more than they. It was the Uruk-Hai. Almost every last Uruk-Hai had been killed at the Battle of Helms Deep which King Elessar had fought in when he was a ranger. Someone had to have been breeding them..The Nazgul.
A few hours later they stopped for a very quick Lunch. "How are you holding up, Aur?"

"Just fine. The company is helpful." He smiled.

Mirdan staired at Aur for a few moments lost in thought, "I'm sorry you have to look at me Mirdan..I am so, horrid!" He wailed.

"No, no it's not that. I was just thinking, there's bound to be some posion or spell that can help you. Maybe we'll find it in Moria!"

"I won't get my hopes up."

Then Mirdan flashed back to Vladimir's face. There was more than a look of innocence on it, he had seen something, then he mouthed something to Mirdan and gave him a pouch of some sparkling powder, "Aur!" Mirdan said aloud.

"Yes?"

"Umm, my friend, I was with, he was killed by the orcs to the east, but he gave me something and was trying to say something to me. He, he mouthed your name!"

"Really..how peculiar?"Aur started mouthing his own name. "Are you sure he wasn't just making some movements he couldn't control? He was dieing, maybe he was trying to say something else even?"

"But it's making sense now, Vladimir had been telling me of this dream he had had of this. Well, this creature he saw, not a harmful one but a sad lonely one. He saw you Aur, he knew your name in his dream, and he saw a wizard, the Wizard gave him a pouch of something. Then when he awoke, the pouch was in his hand. I thought it was silly or some joke he made up. I don't know how it happened, but here let's water this down and it can't hurt for you to try it."

After they had boiled the powder in hot steamy water, Aur drank it. He winced in slight pain then, suddenly his muscles seemed to flex and grow. He immediatley came to his feet, like some tension was building in his legs. He stretched almost involuntarily it seemed, then his dark stringy hair fell out and new, black, full strands flowed from into places. Mirdan gazed in awe. Aur was no longer a skinny crouching creature, with black eyes. He was a tall, strong, majestic elf. His eyes remained black, but he was much different.

"This..this is amazing!" Aur yelled in joy.


Suddenly, Mirdan whipped around and gestured Aur to be silent. Aur leaned in Mirdan's directions to see if he could hear something.

"Orcs" Mirdan mouthed.

Aur's eyes widened, and they hurried towards the side of the road. Mirdan grabbed one of the elvish blades sticking out of the ground. Aur also did this. Then, up came the orcs out of the darkness, the lights from the daggers sticking out of the ground intensified as the orcs moved past them. It was only a patrol, eight orcs. Aur looked at Mirdan, and Mirdan nodded. Aur was about to move up when Mirdan grabbed him by the shoulder and shook his head. Mirdan drew his bow and an arrow. He fitted it carefully to the string and stretched it back as far as he could. The patrol was now twenty yards away. Mirdan held the arrow for a few moments longer, then released it. With deadley precision the arrow pierced the orc on the farthest side from them in the head. Before the patrol could realize the direction the attack came from, two more orcs fell dead with glowing swords sticking up out of them. Mirdan and Aur charged towards them with new swords from the ground in their hands. Almost simultaneously they decapitated two more orcs. One raised it's dagger to attack Aur, but Mirdan hewed it's arm off before it began it's stroke downards. The orc fell to the ground in pain and Mirdan slit it's throat with the tip of his blade. Aur whirled around felling another orc. The final one sought to raise the alarm, but within a moment his body too hugged the brown earth as a glowing elven blade came through his back. Slowly the light of the bladed faded back to it's original intensity as the life left the creature.



Mirdan reached down and grabbed one orcs arm and began dragging it off the road, "What are you doing?" Aur asked.

Mirdan spoke not looking up as he drug the heavy body, " Well, we managed to make quite some noise just now, and if another patrol comes through here, which they will, they will raise the alarm. We should hide evidence of a battle, to give us more time to make our way out of these woods."

"Good thinking." Aur said reaching down and grabbing an orc himself.

When they were done they moved off the road but stayed close to it, "We can follow the road.." Mirdan said, " We just need to stay off of it."

This ends Chapter 1. Next, Chapter 2: Something in the Water