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Journey of Oaths - Chapter 14XIV. (Forgotten Chambers)Journey of Oaths - Chapter 14 by Mimiko-Flamemaker
Gandalf's light led them for the next, long hours as they marched through the darkness. It felt, like they were going in this fashion for days already. Time seemed to slow down below the mountains or even stand still at times. It was especially unnerving when it occurred, that they took the wrong turn or, when they had to came around the blocked path. The darkness itself was oppressing. Even the elven eyes couldn't make out much of their surroundings with the faint assistance of wizard's staff. All around them, behind the line, where bizarre shadows allowed them to make out some shapes of the rocks, a pit of blackness opened. It pressed onto the small shell of light they were enveloped into and seemed to seep into their minds, downing their spirits.
The only noticeable differences during the travel were the changes in their surroundings. Sometimes there were long
Journey of Oaths - Chapter 13XIII. (Right choices)Journey of Oaths - Chapter 13 by Mimiko-Flamemaker
The narrow passage craved between the two mountains seemed endless, constantly winding and dark. The walls surrounding her were breathing out cold, that reached easily under every layer of clothing. Lithien could see her own breath floating in the air in the small puffs of white. Occasionally, the bigger could of mist accompanied Pílin's tired snort. High above them, the steely grey, slowly darkening sky forecasted the approaching storm. Snow probably, if the intrusive chill was anything to go by. Almost unconsciously, elleth patted her mare's neck, whispering a few words of comfort, intended more to stir up the silence, than anything else. It was funny how, less than a day ago, she had found the constant buzz annoying and now, she was almost missing that brash evidence of life.
After one more turn, she finally saw a spot of a lighter grey, announci
Journey of Oaths - Chapter 12XII. (Expected choices)Journey of Oaths - Chapter 12 by Mimiko-Flamemaker
Next days were divided between marching after nightfall and resting during the day. Wide plains of Hollin were spreading before them, not changing much with each passing mile, except for the weather maybe. It wasn’t long before Lithien started to wonder, what exactly she was supposed to gain by agreeing to do Gandalf’s bidding.
It wasn’t about secrecy. Since when it was easier to hide ten wanderers, than one rider? They were crossing a land which, save for stones and knee-high grass, offered no shelter from the unfriendly eyes. She was quite sure that every beast, no matter good or evil, knew about them long before they made their existence obvious.
It wasn’t speed either. If she had only wanted, Pílin would have covered the distance between Rivendell and the entrance to Celeb Imraid during the span of two days. When the sixth day of their journey announced itself by painting the mountains ridges pink, she understood th
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The Beginning of The Lord Of The Rings
We’ve all had at least one special book that we’ve loved and reread but when it comes to books that have defined and influenced us that list becomes much smaller. On most peoples lists J.R. Tolkien’s epic work The Lord of The Rings would be at the top of the list.
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A word about me maybe? Not much I think. I'm ordinary student, with an ordinary life, a huge family and two part-time jobs, which I don't really enjoy... Well one at least. However I do like my studies - biotechnology. |
It was my passion for reading what woke up my passion for art. I've started as a writer at the age of 12 and I'll probably always be more of the writer than any other type of artist. I've started to draw, by sheer accident and the result of self-learning process you can see in my gallery ^^'...
That's all I think - maybe except the fact, that I believe, I don't fit the place I was given... I should probably be born someplace else...
Oh, one more thing - I don't bite We can always talk. I'm actually quite nice most of the time...