The Untold Tale of Middle Earth (Shadowfax and DarkHuntress)

[Dark Huntress]

Frodo is in possession and the Fellowship of the Ring has been recently disbanded. The orcs are ravaging Rohan, unchecked, for the king is weakened by dark magic.

Aidyn shifted uncomfortably in his saddle-he was used to riding, but not with his sister behind him, and spending two straight days on a horse was chaffing unfortunate places. His winced ass he realized he'd awakened Elwyna, his younger sister. She straightened and looked around, the. yawned and stretched.
"Where are we? Aren't we there yet?" She asked softly, sweetly voicing the questions that had been running through his head.
"Almost." He lied, not wanting to worry her. He rolled his eyes as a snore from his brother, Ewyn, who was riding the pack animal, startled himself and Elwyna. They'd been in the woods for over a full day, which was odd. He was beginning to fear he'd gone in the wrong direction: away from Gondor.
A twig snapping brought his attention towards the trees in front of him.

Brygid held a hand up to signal for her sister, Amber, to halt. Amber stopped, only a second to late, snapping a twig. Brygid flinched as the small sound echoed through the great trees. This wasn't good. Traveling by herself was bad, with her sister worse, and being women, the worst.
As she shrugged off her fear, Brygid inched forward, then froze as a curved, cold blade was pressed against her neck. "Aidyn?" The question was asked by Amber and excited Brygid. The sharp edge removed itself from her skin and a strong hand grabbed her shoulder, then turned her quickly.
A sigh of relief escaped her as she saw Aidyn. Out of pure happiness she threw her arms around his thick neck, eliciting a "gross" from Amber. She breathed into, feeling safe in his arms, then pushed away. "What are you doing here?" A frown accompanied the concerned question.
"Our village was burned by the Orcs."
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"Wulf!" Damon cried, a little frustrated. Wulf, his younger brother, paused in the tree he was in,"I hear something." Damon sighed and pushed forward, pausing right before he stepped into the open highway. Three large men formed a circle around a girl.
"Do you think they'll hurt her?" Damon looked up at Wulf's question, then shrugged,"I don't know, it's none of our business."
Wulf didn't follow as Damon turned to walk away. "We should help her."
"Wulf!" Damon exclaimed when Wulf sprung from the tree he was in as one man struck the girl's face.

"Ah," Celina groaned quietly as the man's palm collided with her pale cheek, turned it red and sending her falling to the ground. With angered determination she pushed herself up and
punched him in the face, glad she padded her gauntlets.
She grabbed the other man's arm then dropped to the ground as the other lashed out at her, causing his fist to crash against the other man's face and stumble backwards. She drew her short sword quickly and drove through her attackers stomach. She stood quickly and eyed the two remaining men who were recovering.
She danced out of the way of the first as he leapt at her, then drove the hilt of her sword against the base of his neck, resulting in a sick snap. She turned, the blade of her sword laying neatly against a tall, brown boy's collarbone.
"Who are you?" She asked sharply. The boy looked down at her sword, then up. To her surprise he flashed a white, sharp-canined smile. "Wulf." Celina eyed the other man, who's throat had been slit neatly, then removed her sword, slipping in back into it's sheath, which was strapped to he back. "Celina," she picked her small, round shield off of the dusty ground.