⚜ "ι αм ησ єℓƒ!" ⚜
Casadon Erik is a bounty hunter who goes by the name 'Leventis' meaning undisclipined youth. One that earns money by slaughtering people by being told who to kill. A quest is to take place and Casadon desires the riches that lay a...
Daylight burns the trolls with such pain that their skin turned a chalky grey made of stone. Daylight turns trolls to stone. The dwarves cheered as the wizard had just saved the line of Durin from a terrible fate. After being let out of the sack that I was enclosed in it. I grab my weapons. Before anyone else of the company could snatch it which I would have there head for. A sharp high whistle escaped my tongue as I whistle for my wild stallion and when Ember finally arrive; I mean he wasn't far away anyways. It rears, rising above me. Its panicked. But why?
My hand is far out to ease its anxiety. Once it was calm , I gracefully smoothed my hand down its forehead to its muzzle. His fur is soft and his mind is now calm. But what made him panic so much? Couldn't be the trolls, they're now made of stones. What about a night raid orcs?But why so far south?
"I'll whistle when I need you," I whisper in my horse's ear. Then pushing its back into the woods.
Far beyond my reach.
I begin to walk over to Gandalf and Thorin who were talking.
"Since when do mountain trolls venture this far south?" Thorin questions. Why were there mountain trolls in this area of Middle Earth? I don't recall them ever being so close to the Hidden Valley.
"Not since a darker power ruled these lands," Gandalf says.
"Well they couldn't move in daylight," I interrupt.
"There must be a cave nearby," Thorin exclaims, looking around.
Whilst walking around looking for caves, Thorin gives me cloth. "What's this for?"
"You head," He says.
"Didn't realise you cared," I smirk, dabbing the cloth on my head then wiping the smeared blood off my hand.
"Don't ruin it" he sighed, looking as we venture to what look to be a cave hoard.
The stench from the hoard filled my nose that I felt my stomach rise to my throat. As Gandalf, Thorin, Bofur. Gloin, Nori, Dwalin and myself of course were the only ones to venture into the depths of the hoard.
"Be careful what you touch," The wonderful wizarding wizard warned. Doubt that i would listen. Very high chance of that happening.
Thorin holding his guard and waving around a torch that lit the place up with a warm hearted light. I venture far beyond from where the dwarves were looking. So many shiny coins for my keep. I could take all of it. But grabbing a pouch from a pocket that was strapped to my thigh and I grabbed a handful. A handful is enough and I definitely don't think it's greedy at all. But when I was about to leave the hoard and as I turned around to exit. Something caught my eye. I stopped in my tracks to see a glimmering shine under cobwebs and leaves. I step over the see what it is and to my surprise it's a sword.
As graceful it can be.
My hands are already attached to it and I unveil it from its sheath. Its beautiful. Pure silver. Patterns flowing through the handle on onto the blade itself. It wasn't made by any trolls nor was it made by any blacksmith. It was an elvish make. From the first age. I exit the cave before any of the dwarves and the wizard. After being lind by the daylight from being in the hoard, the dwarves look at me.
"What have you got there, lass?" Balin asked. It's kinda obvious it's a sword.
"A sword," I say.
"Yes, well I can see that," the old dwarf replied, "Do you know how to use it?"
"Course," I smirk back, beginning to strap it to my sheath on my back. Now I have two swords. Then the rest of the company came out. Bilbo was given a short sword of another elvish make.
"Something's coming!" Thorin exclaims and dwarves unveiled their weapons. I don't. I'll use my sword when it is necessary.
"Thieves! Fire! Murder!" The rich voice yells far into the distance. His beard was long and knotty and bird poo tackled down the side of his face. It was dry though.
"Radagast," Gandalf greet in a friendly manner, "Radagast the Brown."
Gandalf the Grey walks over, "What an earth are you doing here?"
"I was looking for you Gandalf, somethings terribly wrong,"
Gandalf face looks stern, concerned of what the brown would say. "Yes,"
I turn to Thorin who had put his elvish sword away. I see him look at my waist ; corset to be specific. "Can you breath?"
His concern seems to fascinate me. Why would he care if could? "Yes. Why?" I ask in a concerned voice. Still. Why would he care?
"Well, you waist looks really tight," He says.
"Why do you care so much?" I interrogate him.
"I don't want any passing out because of their corset,"
"I'm the only one wearing a corset," I correct him, "Then what do you suggest I do then?"
"Take it off, idiot,£ He seemed to mutter under his breath.
"Asshole," I say, rather loudly. He turned around and looked at me. Dead in the eye and he gave a death glare.
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Good Morning! Good Afternoon! Good Night! Where ever you in the world! Took a few days to write, been bombarded with what I call homework (thought I'd tell you). But we hit a 100 reads!!Oh btw this is the sword which is inspired that case finds
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