Middle Earth discussion

Hills, where you can stay for leisure, to feel the wind on your face...

Madelaine couldn't get up even if she wanted too. Her legs would be paralyzed for a few weeks, maybe even a little bit over a month. She tried to get up but she collapsed to the wooden floor. She just laid there, face on the floor, unable to get up.

"Madelaine? Are you alright?" The elf asked.

The Beast grabbed onto the fortress, halting it violently in mid-air. It began burning it, fire leaping from his skin to the wood.

Legolas swore and looked over the railing. What in the merciful heavens is that? He thought. He quickly grabbed his weapons and began shooting at the beast, whilst raising the alarm. "ALL HANDS TO DECK!" He yelled. "WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!"

"Great just great." Woodsong said running up to the decks.

"Woodsong, hurry we need your help," Legolas siad, relieved at his friend's appearance.

"With what Legolas?" Woodsong asked there past argument forgotten for now.

"Look-" he pointed downwards.

"What in the name of Christ is that?" Woodsong asked him.

"I am not the one to ask." Legolas replied with a frown. "Because I. Have no. Idea. what. that. is."

"Legolas don't attack." Woodsong said slowly.

"Why not?" He said, drawing back another arrow.

"You're not making any difference we need to escape and reorganize." Woodsong said.

He sighed. "You are right."

"Then lets try to get out of here." He said.

"NOw that is a good suggestion. Let us just hope those not aboard this ship have not made it to these hills yet." He said.

"Legolas if not you know I'm going back." Woodsong said looking at his friend.

"It's either a good thing or a bad thing. She must be alive though, a horse is slower than this aircraft, and this fiery monster down there is i'm sure more lethal than the frost lands..." He frowned.

"There's still a chance." Woodsong said looking at the beast

"Yes. Think like an optimist, Woodsong, and you will find it easier." Legolas said with a small smile.

Woodsong laughed a short laugh and looked at him. "Sometimes I'm optimistic sometimes I'm depressing right now I'm depressed."

"But why? There is a 9/10 chance she's alive, Woodsong." Legolas said. "Actually, a 9.5/10 chance."

"Because I already left one behind I am not going to leave the other." Woodsong said.

Legolas sighed and put a hand on his friend's arm. "I understand, but for now, relax."

"I will try." Woodsong said with a sigh.

"There we go." Legolas said with a small smile. He patted his friend's shoulder reassuringly.

Boromir walked over to the others, "Hi Legolas"

Woodsong smiled back at his friend and looked at him.

"Hello there, my old friend!" Legolas said with a smile.

"Long time no see, How are things in Mirkwood?" Boromir replied

"Good, My Father fares well as usual." He said.

"That is good. And of our old friends Frodo and the rest of the Fellowship?"

Woodsong looked at the two of them and then turned to leave.

"Also doing quite well. So tell me," he said, nodding to Woodsong, then turning back to Boromir, "how are you?"

Woodsong nodded back and left.

"Fine, as is Gondor, making some repairs they are, but they are fine"

The Beast's hand began pulling the ship towards him, rumbling. Its fire licked at the flying fortress.

Boromir looked at the beast, "What the- is that thing and where did it come from"

Madelaine still couldn't get up. She turned her head and looked out the ship. "D*mn. If only I had a wheelchair." Madelaine said to herself. She sat on the end of the stairs, and shooched her way up. She sat up at the top of the stairs, at the deck, and looked out. "Great just great." She muttered.

"I know it looks hopeless." Woodsong said walking over to Madelaine and picked her up.

"It IS hopeless." Madelaine said. "If you get me a wicker chair without the legs, wheels, and a few nails, I'm sure I could make myself a wheel chair." Madelaine said.

"Whatever that thing is, let's hope it doesn't come back"

((Too much RPing while I'm gone!))

Fiera and Toby ((And Drax?)) were still in the fortress. She scooped him up and put him on her back, running up onto the deck. "Toby, we're really going to need some kind of magic!"

((idk where Drax went. He was here 5 hours and 15 mins ago))

((Back now.))

Drax was too busy praying that he had a next life as something peaceful, like a tree.

The Beast kept pulling the fortress closer, its other hand raising to destroy it.

((I've lost track of what is going on))

((The Beast is going to kill you all if you don't abandon ship. You, currently, cannot defeat it.

((That part I get, but how the heck did it get into hobbiton?))

Fiera turned back and grabbed Drax by his collar, dragging him forward and standing at the far end of the fortress, the part that wasn't in the hands of the Balrog. "Toby, can you do something, anything?"

Toby tried, and he managed to extend about two dozen feet of ice out from the side of the fortress.

"You know, Drax, some weather magic would really come in handy about now."