Clove saw the man, the elf, and the dwarf, again! They stopped in front of the door. The man and the king were talking, more like arguing.
"They will be here by night fall! What is your plan now to let us all be trapped here!" Yelled the man. The king looked at him.
"Then we will prepare any man or boy able to hold a sword for battle." Replied the king.
The man looked angrier. "You fool instead of taking help from Gondor and staying to fight for your kingdom you ran away like a coward! You tried to run away from your fear but by doing that you have taken a short cut to it!" The man shouted. The king looked at the ground accepting his poor choice then back up at the man. "Then what do you suppose I do!" He yelled back at the man.
"You should learn from this! And use it later on that is if any of us get out alive!" Said the man then he walked away followed by the elf and dwarf who were trying to calm him down. The king stood there staring at the ground. "What have I done?" He whispered to himself. He let out a long sigh and walked away to prepare. Clove stood on the balls of her feet to reach the window. She was taking in all that had been said. From the conversation, the odds were uneven for tonight's impending war.
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Runaway
FanfictionSomewhere deep in Mordor there was a hero. Not an elf, a man, a dwarf, or hobbit; but there was an Orc. And this Orc changes the minds of those in Middle Earth forever.
