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The Road To Bree

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Big Fat Pig

Kόσμος(Σύμπαν): Middle Earth/LotRO

Copyright: J.R.R.Tolkien(?)

Βία; Όχι

Σεξ; Όχι

Αριθμός Λέξεων: ~ 850

Αυτοτελής; Κανονικά όχι...

 

Σχόλια:

Το ανακάλυψα τυχαία καταχωνιασμένο στον υπολογιστή μου και είπα να το βάλω εδώ έτσι για να υπάρχει. biggrin.gif

 

Όχι ακριβώς fan fiction. To κείμενο ουσιαστικά είναι η ιστορία ενός χαρακτήρα για το Lord Of The Rings Online. Είναι η εισαγωγή μιας μεγαλύτερης ιστορίας που θεωρητικά θα ακολουθούσε το παιχνίδι. Φυσικά, ως το συνηθίζω, βαρέθηκα γρήγορα -το παιχνίδι- οπότε και δεν υπήρξε συνέχεια. Η ιδέα πάντα υπάρχει αλλά δεν είμαι του fan-fiction οπότε... Ίσως όμως κάποια στιγμή ασχοληθώ μαζί της για την τιμή των όπλων... huh.gif

 

Α. Και χρονικά τοποθετείται λίγο πριν την άφιξη της Συντροφιάς στο Μπρι. Για να είναι συνεπής με το παιχνίδι...

 

Μια μικρή συμβολή λοιπόν και από μένα ( τρομάρα μου cold.gif ) στη μέση-γη...

 

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The Road ToBree

 

 

 

This is as far as I can take you”, Felanduilas said throwing one more log into the fire. “Come morning, our ways must part. You just need follow the road west and you will reach the town of Bree, within a few days.”

 

The old man Anothrid, lit his pipe watching his elven companion who had now turned his attention on the sharpening of his spears and blades. The tools of his trade. No matter how many tales and songs Anothrid had heard, he would have never imagined the thin and fragile looking elf to be such an effective fighter. All the years of him being the unwilling guest of the wood elves, could not have prepared him for what he had witnessed just a while ago.

 

No more than an hour's trek behind them, still lay warm the slain bodies of the goblin band that had attacked them. One goblin he felled himself with his staff. Βut by then, the rest of the band lay dead forming a terrible circle of mutilated flesh all around the fearsome elf. The old man thought that this was what the old lords of the West must have looked like.

 

“And what of our arrangement?” Anothrid asked trying to sound casual.

 

The elf raised his head and looked at him, his face like a mask. “You need not fear friend. I have no quarrel with you. What happened is between you and Thranduil's kin. And as far as I'm concerned you learned all the lessons you needed to. My word has been given to you. I do not intend to take it back.”

 

“But you will go back eventually, yes?” Anothrid pressed.

 

“I do not know. First I must bring news of the attack to Mithlond. The rest shall be decided there among my kin. But now is time for you to sleep old man, your bones need the rest”.

 

Anothrid chuckled as he produced a heavy woolen blanket from his back pack.

 

The elf raised an eyebrow. “What is so funny?”

 

“You call me an old man, yet I am but a toddler in your eyes. Now, if you'll excuse me, I know I'm being curious but... I mean, just how old are you?”

 

The elf resumed attending to his weapons saying nothing.

 

“I did not mean to...”, Anothrid began to speak when the elf interrupted him.

 

“I am old enough to understand that what you witnessed in Greenwood was reason enough for me to help you come this far. The attack was not random. Things are rapidly taking a bad turn. Hang on to the knowledge you have acquired over the years of your stay with Thranduil's people, expand it if you can. Stay among your folk and be vigilant, because dark times are fast coming.”

 

Anothrid shifted uneasy. The elf being so talkative was a rare event but what he was saying did not help him towards enjoying the novelty. Not to mention his new-found freedom.

 

 

 

None of them spoke again and in a while Anothrid was fast asleep. The elf remained awake, vigilant, ever listening to the chatter of the woods.

 

In the morning they packed. The dark haired elf made sure they left no traces of their camp and they departed. They walked together for a while when the dark haired elf suddenly stopped, spun around, arm contracted, a javelin ready to fly.

 

“We are being followed”, he whispered.

 

“What? I see nothing...”, Anothrid said terrified.

 

The elf, slowly, without a sound, made a few backward steps, nodding to Anothrid to do so as well.

 

At that moment, a black raven landed cackling, not more than a dozen paces away from the two travellers.

 

“Peck! You found us!” Anothrid exclaimed happily and ran towards the bird. And turning to the elf midway: “It's Peck! My raven friend I 've been telling you about!”

 

Felanduilas relaxed his stance and smiled illuminating the poorly lit forest road.

 

“You scared me bird! For a moment I thought the wood-elves caught up with me and it wouldn't be long till I visited Thranduil's dungeons again!”

 

The raven made a few happy sounds in reply to Anothrid's words.

 

“Are you sure?” the old man said responding to the sounds coming from the black bird. “Oh, that is good news! Very good news indeed!”

 

Anothrid turned to Felanduilas. “He says he was not followed and he hasn't seen any of Thranduil's hunters since he left Mirkwood.”

 

“That would make sense, considering the state of the forest during our departure”, commented Felanduilas. “That is not to say they 've forgotten about you though.”

 

“Oh, but now I fear nothing! Not when I can see with four eyes! And two of them being high up over the tree tops if you get my meaning”, the old man said sounding genuinely triumphant.

 

“So then, now that you 've a new companion, the time has come that we must finally part.”

 

 

 

And so they did, and many days later, due to events that delayed him but are not of the present narrative, Anothrid was finally standing outside the gates of the town called Bree.

 

“What do you think Peck?” he said holding a piece of paper advertising a call to arms for one of the local militia groups. “Who would expect a fugitive to be part of the militia?”

 

He entered Bree with a fast pace and a wide grin on his face.

Edited by Big Fat Pig

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