Riding out
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Category:
-Multi-Age › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,584
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Lord of the Rings (and associated) book series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Riding Out - notes and prologue
Notes: AU, after RotK, a lot of new OCs. Summary and complete rundown coming up in next chapter.
--Prologue--
They thought the Blessed Lands would be blessed indeed, a respite from the evil that plagued the distant lands of Men. Where the wounded of body and spirit would recover and new friendships be found as well the rekindling of feelings of old. They thought that like all tales, theirs would end as sweet and as blessed - the fruits of their toils sowed upon the earth of blood and watered by tears and sweat. But maybe, they've thought wrong.
They saw masts of ships appearing from the mist, the magic of the air tainted by the foulness of such intrusion. The ships were not invited, they were not welcomed. The mists opened up the way for black and foul, arms and fingers that had long forgotten the taste of war weapons reached deep into their nightmares and clutched them tight. Warrior fingers learnt again, warrior feet learnt once more, warrior heart rose to the call of blood-lust. The Blessed Lands, blessed no more.
--Prologue--
They thought the Blessed Lands would be blessed indeed, a respite from the evil that plagued the distant lands of Men. Where the wounded of body and spirit would recover and new friendships be found as well the rekindling of feelings of old. They thought that like all tales, theirs would end as sweet and as blessed - the fruits of their toils sowed upon the earth of blood and watered by tears and sweat. But maybe, they've thought wrong.
They saw masts of ships appearing from the mist, the magic of the air tainted by the foulness of such intrusion. The ships were not invited, they were not welcomed. The mists opened up the way for black and foul, arms and fingers that had long forgotten the taste of war weapons reached deep into their nightmares and clutched them tight. Warrior fingers learnt again, warrior feet learnt once more, warrior heart rose to the call of blood-lust. The Blessed Lands, blessed no more.