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Chapter 17

You dwarf, speak to me. Tell me how many troops you have, and how many defending your cities.

Coughing, Manwe tried to speak, but his voice was ho*beep* and his lungs seemed cold and empty. Frowning, Szalor nodded at the shaman, who produced a brown flask. With his right hand, the shaman held open Manwe’s mouth, and with his other, he poured some of the liquid down Manwe’s throat. The dwarf roared as fire burned through his body; his limbs were on fire, and his lungs felt like furnaces. Flying into a sitting position, Manwe panted as the sensation left. The heat was gone, but Manwe felt energized and hyper. Looking down at his side, he noticed that there was no wound where he had been shot. Looking up, he questioningly looked at the shaman.

Yes, he healed you with his black arts, said Szalor. But that’s not important. Let’s get to business—I ask you again, how many troops?

Manwe shook his head furiously. I will never tell you, even if I have to die.

Looking sympathetic, Szalor sighed. It’s so sad, for you could be free if you but told us…instead, you’ll have to spend some time with our therapists. Maybe they’ll convince you that this is the right thing to do.

Returning to his ferocious attitude, Szalor smacked Manwe across the face. Take him to the dungeons. And send some of our…therapists. Hopefully they can help.

Angrod and Maedhros stood in the valley outside the forest, staring towards Shalock. Far away, they could hear the sound of the orcs battle-drums, but there was no magical effect. Looking back at Maedhros, Angrod questioned him.

So, what exactly happened?

Well, as soon as you started running, a bunch of orcs pounced on us from the trees. I don’t know how many others were lucky enough to escape, for I was knocked out at the very beginning. I woke up and saw the orc about to kill you, and that’s about all there is to it.

Nodding, Angrod furrowed his brow.

So are we all alone? Were we the only ones to escape the drums? Did we—Angrod’s questions were suddenly answered as a group of dwarves charged out of the forest. At their head, Angrod recognized Thurgon and Celbrimbor. As soon as they arrived at where Angrod was, he burst out: Is my father with you?

Thurgon shook his head. No my lord, we did not see him. But I am glad that you are alive. These dwarves behind me, now he motioned to his soldiers. These dwarves were all under the spell. We met in the forest, and slowly found more and more dwarves until now, our group numbers a few hundred. As soon as I got hold of a messenger, I sent it to Southern Pass for reinforcements, and I assume they shall be here within the next few hours.

Good! Angrod said, so, in a few hours we will attack again, eh? Maybe my father is there… I wonder. If he is, we will rescue him. Hopefully he is still alive…

A scream echoed from the bottom of the dungeon. A deep scream. A dwarven scream. A scream of a dwarf named Manwe.

thank you! so far on microsoft word, it is only 28 pages long...though it's the longest thing i've ever written. i've always wanted to write books, but i never get a good plot. the only times i'm ever successful are when i already have a vague story, and i turn it into fiction and add details...

My current writing (squire's tale) is 32 pages hand-written, but so far, 21 pages on word (double-spaced for editing, and only about 3/4 of the book)

Chapter 18

Under cover of night, Angrod and his dwarves, along with the reinforcements, snuck closer to Shalock until they were practically under the walls. After a long meeting of the leaders, they had decided to assume that the orcs believed they had won and that all the dwarves were dead. It would be essential to their attack. Before the wall, the dwarves slunk in the shadows, hoping to get to the gates unnoticed. Raising his sword, Angrod motioned with it and was soon joined by Maedhros and Thurgon. Whispering, Angrod said, alright, tell the troops to get ready. The gate’s just around the corner. Do we have any spies with us? When his question was answered with a no, Angrod nodded and continued. Okay, then…uh, Maedhros and I will scale the walls—or try—and if and when we get in, we will open the gates.

This immediately was met by a quiet protest, to which Angrod replied with just as much enthusiasm. No. I will go, and it doesn’t matter what you say. Shut up, and go get me a rope, Thurgon. Anyways, I have more chance of getting there, because I’ve had more training than you. So just shut up and get me the supplies.

In a few minutes, everything was ready, and Maedhros, Angrod, and Thurgon rounded the corner. Arriving at the gates, Angrod looked up and checked his grappling-hook-rope. Swinging it like a sling, he let it go and watched it float lazily upward before coming back down and catching on the wall. Tugging on it, Angrod affirmed that it was secure. Swinging his legs onto the wall, he slowly pulled himself upwards. Climbing faster and faster, Angrod neared the top. Footsteps clanked on the top of the wall, and Angrod pulled himself as close to the wall as possible. As the orc guard leaned over the wall, Maedhros swung the backup grappling hook. After soaring high, the sharp, pronged, hook fell back downwards and caught on the orcs neck. Pulling him over the wall, it smashed him into the ground. Angrod sighed with relief and continued his journey upwards as Maedhros pulled the hook from its kill. Reaching the top, Angrod signaled down to Maedhros, who then commenced climbing. Ducking down, Angrod surveyed his surroundings. Two guards were on the opposite side of the gate with their backs turned toward Angrod. He would have to deal with them before he could open the gate. Glancing around him, Angrod pulled out a long dagger.

Chapter 19

A sharp needle poking into Manwe’s leg woke him with a start. For a moment, he forgot where he was, but when he breathed through his nose, it reminded him. He was in the dungeon of Shalock, which more like a sewer than a prison. He was chained to the wall by his left wrist, but his fellow inmates were free. That is, the orcs. Seven orc criminals roamed the dungeon, and two elves and a Halfling were chained to the wall like Manwe. The place smelled like rotten meat and cattle dung, but there was a slight hint of blood in the scent. Choking on the smell, Manwe looked up to see two of the orcs standing over him, one poking a metal sliver into Manwe’s left leg. With his right hand, Manwe swatted at the orcs, but they slunk out of his reach, leaving the needle implanted in the dwarf’s leg. Pulling the shard of iron free, Manwe hurled it at the orcs. Snickering evilly, the two orcs, plus two others that had joined them, closed in around Manwe. They each held a weapon, some of which they had smuggled into the dungeon, and others which they had made, like a thin piece of metal sharpened and used as a dart. As they came closer and closer to Manwe, he gritted his teeth. Spitting on the ground at them, he raised his head and roared. Echoing higher and higher, a slight  whisper of the sound reached the top of the deep hole called a dungeon.

Angrod and Maedhros crept along the top of wall towards the two orc guards. Both dwarves had drawn daggers in their hands, and they were tensed and ready. But they caught their breath, for one of the orcs began to turn. By the time the orc had seen them, the two dwarves were sprinting toward their adversaries. It took the orc a few seconds to distinguish Angrod and Maedhros as dwarves, but when he did, he whipped out a crossbow. A quarrel flashed by Angrod’s head and he flew into a somersault, dodging another dart. Standing, he closed the few yards between him and the orc. Slashing upwards with his dagger, Angrod sliced through the first orcs face. Looking around, he saw the other orc running towards a set of stairs leading down from the wall.

Oh, no you don’t, thought Angrod. Picking up the crossbow, he jammed a bolt into it and raised it to his eye. Aiming the sights on the orc’s head, he fired, but was disappointed when the projectile clattered off the wall next to the orc’s head. Loading another quarrel, he fired again, and happily heard the sound of a bolt sinking into flesh. The orc tumbled down the last few steps and came to a stop with the bolt firmly in his chest. Nodding, Angrod loaded the crossbow again just in case, and walked down the stairs followed by Maedhros. Remembering the orc system from Ragnarok, Angrod located the hut with the mechanism for opening and closing the gates. Gripping the lever with both hands, Angrod pulled it down and was satisfied with the gentle creak of an opening gate.

Chapter 20

A pair of green eyes snapped open. Black hair hanging in front of them was brushed away with a slender hand. Pointed ears poked out of the black hair, and the skin was pale. Crimson lips twitched to form silent words. A resounding crack broke the silence as the elves’ chains broke and the two stood. The black-haired one who had muttered the incantation was a male, and his accomplice a female. Dark red hair hung to her shoulders, where it formed a single braid hanging to her waist. Her eyes shone blue and clear; but in the same way that they looked joyful, they were perilous. This Manwe knew as he watched the two elves stand and walk toward him. The four orcs turned, and when they saw the elves, an expression of total fear melted their faces and they flattened themselves against the wall next to Manwe. The female elf spoke, and her voice rang loud and sweet. The words she spoke were the same as those spoken by her comrade, but these were spoken with venom. As the previous words were directed at the chains, these were spoken at the orcs, who fell to the ground as their heads burst. Blood splattered on Manwe and he shivered. Standing, he raised his head to look closer at the elves, who knew stared at him with a piercing gaze. Breathing in, the male elf opened his mouth and spoke.

As the gate swung open, Thurgon and the other dwarves rushed in. Thurgon immediately confronted Angrod to make sure he wasn’t hurt, but was waved off by the prince.

You don’t need to follow my every step to make sure I’m healthy! How do you think I manage when you aren’t here?

Thurgon nodded at the reprimand. I’m just doing what I think is right, sir. I hope you don’t mind.

Shrugging his shoulders, Angrod checked his crossbow and motioned for quiet.

It seems that so far we haven’t been noticed, he addressed the dwarves. But we want to keep that advantage. There will be no battle-cries, cheering, or screaming. And also, we are civilized, unlike this scum. We will not plunder, rape, or steal. Simply kill or capture the troops, and when we have the city, we will discuss wages. Raising his sword in his hand, Angrod pointed to the sky, then motioned to Celebrimbor. Celebrimbor, you and your troops will go to the north. Secure the other gate and kill or capture the guards and any soldiers you encounter. Thurgon, you and your troops will go to the west to secure the area and deal with the soldiers. I and Maedhros with our troops will go east toward the palace to confront whoever is in charge here. A small portion of the troops will stay here to secure this gate. Understood?

His question was met by a chorus of whispers. Angrod nodded, smiled, and gathered his troops. The two hundred troops, slunk through the shadows toward the palace with Angrod at their head and Maedhros behind. Once in a while, they encountered a few soldiers, whom they would kill or knock out. As they neared the palace, the number of troops they met increased until at every block they would have to fight. When they could see the roof of the palace, Angrod finally decided they had to find another way. Entering a house, they snuck past the sleeping occupants and climbed to the roof. From there, they found it would be easy to go from roof to roof. Ten minutes later, they arrived at the roof nearest to the palace. Climbing down from the roof through the house they walked out onto the street. By the time they all got out, they filled the street. Eight orcs stood across from them, but when they saw the dwarves’ numbers, they immediately ran. Before they made it very far, they were picked off by crossbowmen. Alright, now is the time to split up. We’ll go in groups of fifty, that’s four groups. Each group will try to find a way in without being discovered. As Angrod said this, a few of his dwarves were hiding the bodies of the dead orcs. Once each group is in, they will go to the keep , while still undetected. The four groups will gather and launch an attack on the keep, where lord Szalor is probably located. Any questions?

Dispersing, the dwarves slunk inside the palace, and the attack on the palace began.

Chapter 21

Si lamir so Riani. Ui fwe so Sirisha. Manwe swallowed and shook his head, shrugging. The elf spoke again. I am Rianai, and this is Sirisha. We were captured by the orcs and a certain poison was injected in us to make us forget our power. But when you woke us, it all came back. Manwe nodded, and I am Manwe, king of the dwarven clans, otherwise known as the noldor. I was captured recently when attacking this city. Can you help me escape?

The elf smiled and nodded. Of course, my lord. We were ambassadors sent by Lord Sky to meet you, but we were captured.

Manwe smiled wider. Lord Sky? Viceroy of Odyssey, my kingdom?

The elves nodded.

Angrod slipped into the shadows, his fifty men behind him, spread out along the palace wall. Motioning to his dwarves, the prince snuck forward toward a gate. It was still in the middle of the night, and there was no moon, so it was easy hiding from the few guards they encountered. Squinting, Angrod saw that the guard at the gate was changing. Perfect timing. Rushing forward, Angrod fired a bolt into one guards head and reloaded as he ran toward the other three. Behind him, the noldor fired and two other guards went down. The one remaining guard turned to run, but was pinned to a wall by his hand, a quarrel going through it and into the wall. Angrod slowed to a walk, and raising his crossbow, fired a dart into the orc’s heart.

Thurgon marched through the city. In front of him was a group of twenty ors fleeing, and behind him were two hundred men.  Raising his sword, Thurgon motioned his men into a run. The orc’s finally turned and set their backs against a wall, most shivering with fear. Pulling crossbows, bows, and spears, or any long range weapon, they fired, threw, and shot at the dwarves. Thurgon’s first line fell, but he motioned the attack forward. Charging through the missiles, he leaped into the air and swung his axe downwards, crushing an orc archer. As the dwarves and orcs clashed, a roar went up from the orcs. Battling fiercely, they tore through the dwarves. Thurgon swung again, this time he beheaded a spear-orc. Then, shoving his axe forward, he pinned an archer against a wall. Kicking it in the side, he pulled his axe back and embedded it into the orcs chest.

Chapter 23

Angrod sprinted towards the keep, his men behind him. As he pulled up near the large door, he was joined by the other three groups of fifty men. Looking around, he happily noted that it was still dark.

Were you detected?

The group leaders shook their heads.

No, one said. We dealt with anybody who saw us.

Good job, said Angrod, now, let’s move! Do we have any siege specialists here?

After a few seconds, a dwarf walked to the front and he and Angrod conversed for a few minutes. Then Angrod nodded and the dwarf began to search his pack. A few seconds later, he was working on the door to the keep. His main goal was to raise the bolt from the inside, which would present a challenge. However, he was one of the most famous door-openers in the noldor. Within a quarter of an hour, the door was opened and the dwarves poured in. patting the door-opener on the back, Angrod whispered to the whole crowd. Alright, everybody spread out, but go in groups of five, at least. We want to find Szalor, or whoever’s in charge here. Also, my father may be somewhere here. Go find him!

Manwe, Riani, Sirisha, and the Halfling arrived at the surface and quickly slew the guards there before turning toward the gate. As they exited the prison facility, leaving a trail of dead orcs, they heard the sound of battle. Running from the prison and into the street, Manwe ran right into Thurgon, who was commanding the field of battle against the orcs. Cursing, Thurgon lifted his axe, but then realized it was his king and fell to his knees.

My Lord! You’re alive after all! Thank heavens you weren’t killed!

I’m glad you’re happy to see me, replied Manwe. How many of our troops are alive?

What was left of us, about two, maybe three, hundred men gathered at the edge of the forest. Last night we were reinforced, and your son Angrod led the attack early this morning!

Manwe’s smile brightened when he heard is son was alive. Good! Then let’s fight! Got any extra weapons?

Nodding, Thurgon handed Manwe a short, broad sword and pointed him toward the battle.

Celebrimbor pulled his men back within the shelter of the slums. Alright, men. I know we outnumber ‘em handily, but I don’t want to lose any of you, okay? So, it’s five people to a roof. Get up there without being noticed, and then open fire on the beasts with all you’ve got.

The dwarves spread out and climbed to the roofs of the houses; there they waited for the signal. From a large hut, Thurgon suddenly stood and waved his arms. As the orcs turned to look at him, a volley of quarrels poured into them. Again and again, the crossbow men fired, and each time, ten orcs fell. Within the space of ten minutes, the battle had been won and the north gate was taken.

[haha three chapters in a day. three chapters on thanksgiving!. btw, happy thanksgiving everyone!]

thankyou! i think i want to start writing historical fiction, but i can't find the right time or place to write about...

in microsoft word, it's 38 pages, but that's on 8 1/2 by 11 inch paper. on paper the size of a book, it's around 80 pages.

I really like the charicters of Riani and Sirisha. They add that kind of 'Legolas' charicter you didn't really have, you know, the elf the pwns everyone really awsomely?

Chapter 25

As Angrod felt the sword pierce his skin, his rage from the past few days welled up in him and he felt a strange power he’d never encountered before. His head felt like a huge ball of energy was thrashing through it, and he thought he would burst if it wasn’t released. Three words he’d never heard before leapt to his lips unbidden, and as his mouth opened, Angrod felt the strange power rushing like a torrent. Et raku los! As he said this, the strange energy decreased. At the same time, Szalor flew backwards and smashed against the table and the shaman gripped his staff tighter, his face tightening. So, the orc said in an evil voice. So, you, a mere dwarf, are a fellow magician. Interesting…

Manwe stood next to Thurgon, Celebrimbor, Riani, and Sirisha in front of the dwarven army. Thurgon’s troops had been joined by Celebrimbor’s and now all the troops but Angrod’s were gathered in the slums. Raising his hand, Thurgon spoke. Hail, Lord Manwe of the Noldor. He was thought to be dead, but here he is, alive and well! The army cheered, and Manwe addressed them. I am glad to see all of you alive. I am also glad the orcs have been defeated. Now, everyone spread out through the city, and leave no orc warrior alive! But do not plunder, and leave the women and children alive, fr they will make good servants, and we may even become friends. But any warrior or government official shall die today, for the atrocities they have committed against us! Go!

Maedhros entered the room followed by the other dwarf to find a study. Walking to a desk, he sifted through the papers and found a message from Lord Overcome to Lord Szalor. Reading it, he gasped.  This is what he read:

Lord Szalor

We have taken Shalock back from the scum, and we now offer it back to you. Take it, but in return, mount an attack with us on the hideous orcs of the noldor. Let them have the city of Shalock if you must, for it is not that important. But delay them as long as possible and while you do that, in one of your other cities build an army to merge with mine and destroy the dwarvish scum. How does it sound? I await your answer and am anxious to tear apart our foes.

From Lord Overcome

Maedhros stuffed the paper in a small bag and raced out the door, determined to show Angrod. But as he exited the room and looked for Angrod’s door, the dwarf’s heart skipped a beat. Angrod’s door was gone, and there were only two doors were there had previously been three.

Chapter 26

Time paused as the shaman spoke. You, a mere dwarf, are a fellow magician. Echoing inside Angrod’s head, the words surged with energy and the raw power reentered his mind. Looking up, Angrod saw the shaman running at him, but it seemed that time was in slow-motion; for he easily blocked every blow the shaman could give. Then, engaging in a counter-attack, Angrod swung his fist and the shaman flew backwards, unconscious from a blow to the head. Reveling in his new-found power, Angrod walked forward and picked up the shaman by his collar. Roaring, he threw him at the wall, and the shaman hit the wall before crumpling to the floor. Growling, Angrod raised his sword and walked to the orc magician. Regaining consciousness, the shaman stood and looked at Angrod as the dwarf shoved his blade into the orc’s stomach. Ripping it upwards, Angrod tore through the shaman’s chest and into his throat. With blood splashing, and his throat gurgling, the orc fell to the ground. Laughing, Angrod felt the raw power take over and he barely realized that he was turning into something so evil it was worse than the orcs. Shaking it off, Angrod walked toward Szalor, picked him up, and spoke to the half-conscious orc. This is the price for your cowardice and malevolence. You will die now and the people of the world will rejoice, for another of your race has been wiped from the earth. Raising his sword, Angrod, or the power that now controlled him, plunged the steel into Szalor’s heart. Ripping it out, the dwarf threw the orc against the wall and turned back to the door to exit. As he did, Angrod struggled to throw off the force that he had at first enjoyed but which now threatened to destroy him with pure, unadulterated hatred. Dropping his sword and grabbing his chest, Angrod roared and tore at his head with his hands. Standing, he smashed his head against the wall until he fell to the ground unconscious, blood seeping from his temple.

Manwe rushed to the keep, his men behind him. Finding the door already open, he rushed in and his men spread out through the tower. Almost immediately, they encountered other dwarves who told him that Angrod was there and had gone up a staircase. Running up the stairs, Manwe saw an open door, which he entered. As he passed the threshold, he ran into another dwarf. Questioning him, Manwe learned that the dwarf’s name was Maedhros, and that he had been with Angrod.

Yes, sir. There were three doors here, but now there’re only two. I don’t know what happened to the other, but the prince is in there! We’ve got to find a way to get in there!

As Manwe began to speak, another clear vice interjected. Excuse me, my lord dwarf, but I believe I could be of help here.

Turning, Manwe saw Riani standing behind him. Nodding vigorously, Manwe watched as the elf walked to the wall and set his hand against it. Closing his eyes, the elf spoke a few words. Seconds later, a door materialized where before there had only been empty wall. It was simply an illusion, my lord. Do not let it worry you.

Stepping in front of Riani, Manwe shoved open the door. As he walked into the room, he saw the same place he had been lying when he saw Szalor. And there, crumpled on the floor against the wall, was the orc leader himself. But what caught Manwe’s attention was the dwarf huddled in the middle of the room. His hands were in his hair, he was constantly moaning, and blood streamed down his face. But when the dwarf stood up, Manwe saw his son Angrod. Their eyes met, and Manwe was subjected to raw hatred and terror. That was his son.

don't worry, it's not over. i think you'll like this chapter.

I cannot beleve that was only one part. If this gets published, It will be huge. I think we have the next Tolkien!

Beginning of Part II,

Attack and Defeat: Retreat to Salvation

Chapter 28

Ik et rui, losurica pont ula.

No, no, no. It’s ik et lui, rosulica pon tula. You must get it right.

Angrod sighed at Riani’s rebuke. For the past two months, he and Riani had been experimenting with Angrod’s strange power and had finally mustered the courage to try to harness it. But first, Riani was teaching Angrod a few magic words to try to use with his power.

Alright, ik et lui, rosurica—

No! rosulica. You must get that syllable right!

Manwe surveyed the reports on his desk in Amon Ereb. Every week, he would go through reports of city production, army training, unusual events, and kingdom relations. Sifting through the pile of papers, his eye caught on one title: Scout passed through Lucindale, on its way to core. Pulling the report out of the pile, Manwe read it.

Scout passed through Lucindale, on its way to core.

Today our scout passed through lord Gokken’s city of Lucindale. It is now halfway to Odyssey’s core and will arrive in a few weeks. Regards of Thurgon, general of the noldor.

Angrod swung his sword downwards towards the dwarf’s head, but the blow was blocked. Pulling back, Angrod stabbed at his opponent, who blocked this blow also. Grunting, Angrod pushed his adversary’s sword down and shoved forward with his shield. Lifting his sword, Angrod struck the dwarf’s shield and shoved harder with his own. The dwarf spun, ducking, and brought his sword up for a blow to the chest. Taking this opportunity, Angrod pinned his foe’s sword down with his foot and battered at his shield. Finally, the dwarf’s defenses were blown aside, and Angrod moved in for the ending blow. Swinging his sword sideways, he thwacked the dwarf on the helmet. Immediately, a whistle blew and a judge walked between Angrod and his enemy. Alright, enough. The fight’s over. The prince has won.

Both contestants bowed to each other, and then walked off toward the room were the practice weapons were stowed. Wiping his sweaty hair from his face, Angrod shook his enemy’s hand. Twas a good fight. You’ll do well in the field.

Grinning, the younger dwarf replied. Thanks lord Angrod, it’s fun training with veterans.

As Angrod put away his sword and shield and began pulling off his chainmail, he said, ah, don’t call me lord Angrod, just call me by my first name. I have it for a reason. I’m just your teacher right now.

Alright lord Angrod, said the young dwarf, completely missing Angrod’s point. Whatever you say lord.

Finished, Angrod walked outside and was immediately hailed by a familiar voice. My lord, over here!

Turning, Angrod mopped at his sweaty face with his shirt and saw Maedhros opposite him. Hello, Maedhros. Oh, in case you’re wondering, tonight is the official day when I declare you my second. It’s at the dinner with the ambassadors.

Nodding happily, Maedhros took a bite of a pastry he held in his hand. Through a full mouth he said, want some? Shaking his head, Angrod picked up his pack and walked next to Maedhros down the street toward the keep. Nah, I got some better food in here, said Angrod, patting his pack. Maedhros hurried to keep up and, swallowing, pointed down the street. What’s that?

Racing up the road in the same direction as the prince, was a mounted messenger, waving a paper in his hand and yelling, make way, make way! Urgent message for the king! Shalock under attack!

Angrod gulped and swallowed. Not again…

thanks

nice job with the letters. I liked how they held the suspence.

pwnage!

Chapter 31

A trail of blood droplets on the grass marked the path of the dwarves. Every few yards, there would be a body of an orc or a dwarf, or maybe just a dismembered limb. Through the hills, the trail of blood and death reached the city of Shalock, where a great battle raged.

Angrod yelled to one of his captains as he lopped off the head of an orc. Any news?

Nothing, my lord, came the reply. There’s a small speck on the horizon, but we’re not sure what it is.

Grunting, Angrod pulled his dagger out of an orc’s neck and swung backwards, stabbing an enemy in the eye. Get a scout on it. I need to know if it’s reinforcements for the enemy!

Slashing his sword and dagger forward, the prince beheaded one orc and cut the throat of another.

My lord, I don’t think we’ll last very long. Our troops are haggard and their morale is low from all this fighting.

Nodding at Thurgon, Angrod furrowed his brow. Waldern, he said to the secretary loyal to Manwe. Send out letters to any neighboring rulers. We need help! If the orcs break past Shalock, there may be no stopping them.

Nodding, Waldern Gessif turned and began to write on a piece of paper. As Angrod thought, a scout burst in and said quickly, My Lord, we’ve discerned the dot on the horizon. It’s an enemy army, sir.

Rakos! said Angrod, cursing dwarf style. How many armies does that make?

Thurgon spoke before the scout could. Four, sir, counting the two you defeated on the way here. They’ve got what seem to be unlimited resources and troops.

Cursing again, the prince walked out the door to gather his officers.

Altogether, the captains, generals, and other assorted officers under Angrod’s command made up a few score dwarves. Each major commanded around twenty soldiers, each captain a few majors, and each general a few captains. Angrod commanded them all. Yelling so all could hear, Angrod bellowed to his officials. There seems to be no way to defeat our enemies. They get reinforcements every few days, but our troops diminish. So, I challenge—a messenger tapped Angrod on the shoulder. Turning, the prince read the letter before addressing his officers. The city of Salvation, inside our kingdom’s core, has been settled and is thriving. If we survive this battle, we may have to relocate our whole people there. But that doesn’t matter now. Now, all that matters is to survive—actually, what matters is to make our people survive. Growing louder as he spoke, Angrod kept talking. We cannot let our people die! We are the dwarven clans! We are the Noldor! The Noldor shall endure! Go to your troops and we shall sally forth! We will make a last charge! Valiant we shall be, and our blood will spill for our people! Now, take this as your battle-cry! The Noldor will endure!

Chapter 32

Silence. Horrible, hideous silence. Silence that reigned over the city of Shalock and the surrounding battlefields. Deafening silence. Silence for the dead. Silence for the Noldor.

An orc walked through the bodies of dead orcs and dwarves. Gurgling in his throat, he laughed evilly. The noldor shall perish. No—the noldor have perished. Laughing, he continued his journey. Leaning over, he looked at the body of a dwarf. The dwarf was dressed well, and the noldor’s symbol was dyed into his torn cloak. Dark hair covered the dwarf’s eyes, and as the orc studied the body, his smile grew. Angrod. Or should I say, Prince Angrod.

it is te beggining of the middle

Yes! Yes! Angrod is alive!!!

He killed two nazzies! Pwnage!