Post by Bélethorn Creuss on Nov 27, 2014 14:44:31 GMT -5
(Since we do not have all the LOTR characters on our site, I will apologize to Tolkien for rewriting his plot a little to adjust it to the characters we have. His books are still among my favorites, so this thread is dedicated to Tolkien himself! Tolkien, may you enjoy this thread as much as the world have enjoyed your writing! Best wishes, the roleplayers)
The sun was about to set over Isengard. Sauron's palantiri laid on the ground - shattered, and the wizard himself was nowhere to be seen. Only a black mark of soot and still smoking ashes gave away where the wizard last had been seen. The warriors from Meduseld had won the fight - but the cost had been high.
Grima, the sly worm, had led them to Lord Sauron, but as Belethorn Creuss, the knight in rags, had shattered the palantiri to pieces after defeating Sauron, Grima had stabbed him in the back with his dagger as revenge for harm done to him in the past. One of the other men had in return killed Grima, and now Grima's corpse was laying on the ground, not far from the spot where his Master Sauron had met his fate.
The men who survived the battle dragged Belethorn between them, helping him up on a horse, and slowly, but steadily they started their journey back home to Rohan. Sir Belethorn laid still on the horseback, tied to it with a rope to prevent him from falling off. His uniform was stained with blood and grime, his face was pale, and cold beads of sweat and fever were forming on his forehead. The men looked at each other with worried glances, afraid they might not bring him back home in time.
Darkness had fallen by the time they reached the gates of Rohan, and it was the night guards that called out with strong voices that King Theoden, Lord Eomer and Sir Creuss had returned. Sir Belethorn was unconscious by now, but the men released him and lifted him off his horse, carrying him inside the house, and placed him on one of the guest beds. The injured knight still breathed, but his breathing was slow and pained, and his heart beat slowly.
The sun was about to set over Isengard. Sauron's palantiri laid on the ground - shattered, and the wizard himself was nowhere to be seen. Only a black mark of soot and still smoking ashes gave away where the wizard last had been seen. The warriors from Meduseld had won the fight - but the cost had been high.
Grima, the sly worm, had led them to Lord Sauron, but as Belethorn Creuss, the knight in rags, had shattered the palantiri to pieces after defeating Sauron, Grima had stabbed him in the back with his dagger as revenge for harm done to him in the past. One of the other men had in return killed Grima, and now Grima's corpse was laying on the ground, not far from the spot where his Master Sauron had met his fate.
The men who survived the battle dragged Belethorn between them, helping him up on a horse, and slowly, but steadily they started their journey back home to Rohan. Sir Belethorn laid still on the horseback, tied to it with a rope to prevent him from falling off. His uniform was stained with blood and grime, his face was pale, and cold beads of sweat and fever were forming on his forehead. The men looked at each other with worried glances, afraid they might not bring him back home in time.
Darkness had fallen by the time they reached the gates of Rohan, and it was the night guards that called out with strong voices that King Theoden, Lord Eomer and Sir Creuss had returned. Sir Belethorn was unconscious by now, but the men released him and lifted him off his horse, carrying him inside the house, and placed him on one of the guest beds. The injured knight still breathed, but his breathing was slow and pained, and his heart beat slowly.