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Post by Frodo on Jun 20, 2007 16:32:44 GMT -5
Dark. The only word to describe Frodo's surroundings. He had come to destroy the ring, but he was getting no luck. In fact, he was getting quite the opposite. He was hopelessly lost, and he'd been separated from his friends. He searched around with his sword in hand, clutching it with fear. He let out a cough, because, after all, it was a chilly day. And then, he heard some rustling in the leaves. This caused him to let out a gasp, a bead of sweat dripping from his forehead. It was not because it was hot, but because he was nervous. Because, like I said, it was a pretty cold day. "Reveal yourself!" He called out, but he got no reply.
He then continued to walk, for he had to get to Mount Doom to destroy the ring. And he would find his friends, no matter what it took. But then, something felt... strange. Suspicious, even. He turned around, only to see an orc was charging toward him. Of course, he took out the sword and killed it instantly. He continued on his way. Well, that was easy. But then he heard something walking toward him. And another. And another. Oh, no. He was dead meat.
He drew out his sword once again, which was dripping with blood from his previous orc slaughter. His blade made a familiar sound when it clashed against his competetor's. The sound of victory. He stabbed the one he was face-to-face with in the back, and since another one was directly behind it, he'd killed two in one shot. But there were many more. He needed backup, and quickly.
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