To Rule Them All

New Feelings, Old Enemies

Hello, I have returned after so long, now you may be thinking "I thought you died!"... And you are absolutely right! I died on the inside after the crushing responsibility of college and such, so back to the story
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Today, we see our young heroes... villains... whatever, wander through the wastes of Etheria, followed by a large mob of unwashed, barbaric, and violent outcasts

The goal? Find a flying ship that comes from a species that called themselves the 'First Ones'

The Nazgul dragged his legs along the ground, he was undead, not immune to exhaustion, it wasn't until he saw a faint glimmer in the distance that he finally seemed more lively, turning to his companion and current group leader, he pointed to the distant first ones ship "Catra, we have reached our destination"

Many of the savages of the waste shivered at the Nazgul's words, not because they feared the ship, but because they feared the faceless ghost that never left their leaders side

Catra herself however was in no way bothered by his words, instead she appeared incredibly excited after lifting tired eyes from the ground, happy at the prospect of finally getting one up on the girl called 'Adora' "YES!" She squealed in excitement, jumping at the Nazgul directly next to her and grabbing his shoulders "Thank you! You have no idea how important this is for us!" She said, pure glee writen all over her features

The Nazgul felt out of place, the only time another physical being touched him this way was when that bastard Celebrimbor searched his mind and banished him after the damn she-elf and his brother Talion ganged up on him

He shook his head from these thoughts, instead nodding awkwardly to the cat/human and following her towards the ship, unbeknownst that someone had already beaten them there
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Inside the ship were a group that called themselves the 'Best Friend Squad'

"Adora! I think I got it working!" Yelled a dark skinned man, a bow and quiver of arrows slung across his back

"You did?! That's amazing! We might be able to get this thing off the ground!" A blonde haired woman said, she wore mostly red, with a large sword strapped to her back

"I wouldn't get too excited if I were you, this thing doesn't look to have flown in years" said a very new face, she wore some shiny metal armor, with the theme of bird feathers all over it, a hood, a ring with a blue-ish hue, and 2 golden fingers made of pure light

"One can only hope, Eltariel" Adora sarcastically responded, the woman now identified as Eltariel pulled her hood down, revealing her lomg blonde hair, blue eyes, and pointy ears distinctive to the elven race

"She is right, this ship is hundreds, if not thousands of years old, if I had forged in by hand myself then it would still be in good condition" the world around the 3 sentient beings in the room turned into a bluish shadow, before an elf of pure blue light appeared out of nowhere "This ship os clearly the work of an amateur" the elf lord, the ring maker, Celebrimbor voiced his opinion

"Yeah well... a man can only dream" Bow sighed to himself quietly
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And that is chapter 4 done, next time we go into the fight between the BFS and Catra with her army, and how the Nazgul will react to seeing the only thing that could possibly kill him once and for all