Stories from Middle-earth: Gollum Part 1

“Gollum! Gollum!” Smeagol swallowed a lump in his throat as he climbed a large boulder. After he had taken the Ring he had used it to gather secrets and steal others treasure. He was falling apart. He constantly had a lump in his throat that made him have to make a terrible noise in his throat. The noise for which he was named. The lump had first appeared when he had been run out of his homeland by angry villagers. He was know living in the Misty Mountains, catching birds, fish, and small animals to stay alive.

His close where tattered and his hair was falling out. He had composed a song about his sorrows. And his Precious.

Where once was light, now darkness falls.

Where once was love, love is no more.

Don't say... Goodbye,

Don't say... I didn't try.

These tears we cry,

Are falling rain.

From all the lies you told us,

The hurt! The blame!

And we will weep to be so alone,

We are lost!

We can never go home.

So in the end,

I will be what I will be.

No loyal friend,

was ever there for me!

Now we say... Goodbye,

Now we say... You didn't try.

These tears you cry,

Have come to late!

Take bake the lies!

The hurt! The blame!

And you will weep,

when you face the end alone!

You are lost!

You can never go home.

Gollum climbed the ridge, talking to himself. He look out at the land before him.

“Looks good for us, my Precious.” he said to himself. He gazed at a stream, licking his lips.

“Fishes for us, Precious.” he started to descend the ridge. His gaze never left the river. He leaped across the rocks, wanting to get to the fish as soon as possible.

“Will they be sweet, my Precious? Will they be good, Precious?” he said to himself. He hadn't had food for days. He was starving. He kept moving towards the stream. He wanted that fish.

“Must gets its, my Precious!” his stride lengthened. He was getting closer. He leaped into the stream, and tried to grab a fish. He realized he would have to be smart about it. He climbed back onto the stream bank. He searched for a fish. One peaked out and Gollum lunged. He grabbed it and tore off the fish's head. He devoured the fish in no time. He jumped back in for another. He ate six fish in this way. He then crawled into the rocky outcropping above him, and slept. 

A Story from Middle-Earth: Helm's Deep

Eothan rode through the gates of Helm's deep. He dismounted and brought his horse, Breoglass to the stables. He went to the Hornburg, where Rohirrim where gathering. He jostled his way to where the doorward, Hama stood.

“I want to pledge my sword.” said Eothan.

“You are a boy of but thirteen.” said Hama.

“Yet I can lift a sword and fight in stirrup.” Said Eothan. He pulled the only weapon he had from its sheath. A knife that he had been given by his grandfather.

“A dagger is not a sword.” said Hama.

“Yet it can slay a thousand orcs.” He said.

“So be it. You can go to the armory and get a real sword. Guard the Mark with your life, young one.” said Hama. He gestured to the door to the armory. Eothan walked through the door. Steel was everywhere. Swords, shields, spears, axes, helmets, breastplate, daggers lined the walls. Eothan saw several other boys his age being outfitted with armor and weapons.

He waked over to a knight of the Mark and said:

“I need some armor, so that I may defend the Mark.” he said.

“You have a large mouth for one so small. I will do as you bid.” the knight said. He handed Eothan a sword.

“See how this sword feels.” he said. Eothan swung the sword.

“It feels good. I doubt the king's sword is would be better.” he said.

“I fear that may not be true, yet this will work.” the knight responded. He gave Eothan a leather coat, and broad belt, and a round shield.

“Thank you sir.” said Eothan.

“Defend the Mark well, my son.” said the knight.

Eothan walked down to the Causeway, were some of the women of the Mark were handing out stew and bread. He got in line and waited for a while. When he got his soup he went back up to the Hornburg and ate it ravenously. He hadn't had anything to eat for five days. He had road as fast as he could to Helm's deep as he could.

His village had been attacked by orcs. Him and his horse, Breoglass where the only survivors. He was determined to avenge the death of of with family and friends. He had barely escaped. In fact he had used the knife that was once his grandfather's to kill an orc that had tried to attack him on the way out of the village. He had thrust the knife into the orc in one deft move, piercing the heart.

He had then road as fast he could, to Edoras, the capital city of Rohan. He had found it deserted, and ridden for Helm's deep.

“Are you scared?” asked a voice. Eothan looked up and saw a man with black hair and kind face. Eothan answered without thinking.

“Yes.” he said.

“May I see your sword?” said the man. Eothan unsheathed it and offered the hilt to the man. The man looked at it and swung it through the air.

“This is a good sword. Do not fear.” he said. After this, he left and walked to the lower part of the Hornburg and disappeared.

*****

Rain pounded on Eothan's shoulders and head. He was chilled to the bone. He stood on the Hornburg, waiting. The orcs were near. He could see there torches in the distance. Like fireflies. He shivered and grasped the bow he had been given. His quiver held 13 arrows.

I will strike and orc with each one, He thought. How ironic that there was one arrow for each of his siblings. The fireflies stopped. A great orc scaled a large boulder and roared. An arrow cut through the air and embedded it self in a orc's neck. The orcs started to bang there spears against the ground and there shields.

“Fire!” shouted Lord Eomer. A mass volley took down hundreds of orcs. The orcs charged forth, and began to raise ladders. Several orc crossbowman shout heavy bolts into the Huorns and Rohirrim.

Adrenaline and fear coursed through Eothan. He pulled an arrow from his quiver and shouted:

“Mala!” Mala was his youngest sister who had been killed. He readied another arrow and drew it back.

“Beon!” he shouted for his youngest brother. He went on yelling the name of his lost sibling for each arrow he shot. Each met its mark. He dropped his bow and drew his sword.

“Remeo and Kandila!” he shouted those were the names of his parents. He ran down the stairs and was met by a huge orc berserker. He halted in shock. He regained his composure and rammed his sword into the orcs stomach with a grunt. The orc was surprised by such vicious attack from so small foe. Eothan pulled pulled out his sword and did it again. The orc pulled out of shock and back-slapped Eothan. His head jerked back and he fell to the ground. The air was forced out of his lugs. He tried to get up, but he had no air in his lungs. The orc roared and a dropped it's sword down on Eothan and he felt the presence of Mala, Beon, Remeo, and Kandila. 

A story from Middle-earth.

“Come on Filisia!” whispered Herran Maggot, “You run slower than a constipated dwarf!”

“Thats making the dwarf look to good.” said Herran's best friend, Tinder. Filisia was his little sister. Tinder was also Herran's cousin. They were all extremely proud of there Fallohide lineage.

The trio was jogging through the streets of hobbiton. The other day, they had snuck away from there homes in Bree-land and traveled to the Shire, so that they could attend Bilbo Baggin's 111 birthday.

“Hurry up, Fil, or we're gonna miss the fireworks!” said Tinder. At this Filisia put on a burst of speed. She was dying to see the fireworks. They turned the corner, and there it was. Filisia stopped and screamed as a dragon flew overhead! It pass over them and then exploded into a shower of golden sparks.

“Whooaaaaaaaaa!” said Tinder. Herran raised a eyebrow at him.

“I mean the dragon, ya know, its a dragon, ya know, cool, right?” said Tinder.

“Whatever,” said Herran, “NOW LETS GO!” he ran over to a table piled with pies. He commenced in stuffing his face.

“Whoa, man. You need to pace yourself,” said Tinder, “There is so much chow here, we need to like pace ourselves, ya now.... IS THAT A DWARF BUST MADE OF BACON? RACE YA!”

“What up! Save some ear for me!” said Herran, booking it to the Bacon Bust.

Filisia wandered around. She some relatives, talked to some friends, and kinda just stood around. Some of the hobbits started to ask for a speech. Bilbo got up to the front of the crowd and began.

“I know half of you half as well as I'd like to... and I know thrice of you twice as well as I'd like to!” This last bit left an awkward silence. Filisia went off to find Herran and Tinder. They where currently engrossed in a map of The Shire mad of cake.

Suddenly Bilbo disappeared! Filisia screamed and dive under a trestle table. Herran and Tinder didn't even notice. Filisia scrambled over to Tinder.

“Tinder! Tinder! Mr. Baggins! He.... he.... disappeared!”

“Hhhmm?” grunted Tinder, his mouth crammed with half the south Farthing stuffed in his mouth. He swallowed the immense portion of pastry and asked Filisia to repeat herself. She did and Tinder almost spewed ale all over the place. He rolled over laughing.

“What's your problem?” asked Herran.

“Fil...hahah Filis... hahah... Filisia tell... hahhahaha... tell Herran... hahahah... you joke hahahahah!” Tinder managed to say.

“Its not a joke! Mr. Baggins disappeared! Just ask someone!” protested Filisia. Herran tapped a chunky Sackvillebaggins.

“Excuse me, my weight watching amigo, Can you tell me the current whereabouts of a certain Mr. Baggins.” he said in his most professional-news-anchor voice.

“Huh?” said the Sackvillebaggins.

“I'm sorry for bothering you my rotund friend.” said Herran he turned back to Filisia.

“See, Fil. Nuthin to worry about.” he said. Filisia frowned and said”

“Ask someone sober.” she said.

“Could be difficult in the areas.” he retorted.

“You say you like to try to push yourself.”

“'Try' is the key word.” said Herran with a smug look on his face.

“Whatever I'll ask.” said Filisia.

“WHOLY QUACOMOLE CHEESE CURDS! WHAT IS THAT!” shouted Tinder.

“That my salivating companion is a chicken inside a sheep inside a turkey inside a deer inside a pig, deep fried, and served with gravy. Beef gravy.” he said.

“Thats disgusting.” said Filisia.

“Go get it Buddy!” shouted Herran. Tinder sprinted towards the delectable meaty treat. He knocked over the Harfoot carrying the tray, and attacked the hotdog. Filisia rolled her eyes and trudged of to talk to some hobbits washing dishes.

“Hi, I'm Filisia.” she said.

“Hey Pip! Look, its farmer Maggot's niece!” said one of the hobbits.

“We didn't take those carrots!” said the one named “Pip.”

“Huh?”

“Fool of a Took! Have ye got no brains Pip! Do not mention the carrots!”

“Well, its to late now Merry!” during this heated discussion, Filisia wandered off to ask someone else.

“Hello, sir? Can you tell me where Mr. Baggins is?” she asked a Brandybuck.

“Mr Baggins? No I don't. He just disappeared!” She was thrilled to find that she wasn't crazy. She walked over to Tinder and Herran.

“That Harfoot over there just told me that Mr. Baggins did disappeared!”

“Oh whatever.” said Tinder through a mouth-full of hotdog.

“We should probably start heading back to the farm.” said Herran suddenly realizing how late it was and how much trouble they'd be in.

“I kinda like this place. We should hang out a while here.” said Tinder.

“Yeah! And I want to find out more about Mr. Baggins!” protested Filisia.

“Besides, think of all the leftovers!” said Tinder.

“Do you think that there just going to leave all this food here, my large stomached friend.”

“Possibly, seeing as most of the hobbits here about 15 to many ales.”

“That is true, my bottomless pit,” said Herran, “So we make a take-out bag.”

“Nice compromise.” said Filisia.

“I know, right?” said Herran. He and Tinder tore of there shirts and heaped food into them.

“Okay, I think we have enough.” said Herran.

“Probably.” said Tinder. He sat down on a bench and yawned.

“I'm dead alive.” he said. His eyes where putting up a furious battle to stay open. Eventually, his eyes got clobbered. He fell into a comatose on the spot.

“Well, it looks like where spending the night!” said Herran. He found a enjoyable looking patch of grass, and proceeded to fall asleep. Filisia did the same, and soon the trio was snoring in the grass.