"I think what we wish for most
is to join the stories
and be with those we love.
That's why I'm here."
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"The moors are no place for you. You're only a child, and you stand no chance against the wild men."
My uncle's words echoed in my mind like a ringing bell as I scrubbed at last night's dinner pot. Flicking the soapy water from my hands, I went to tend my cottage's little fireplace. The walls were composed of peeling blue paint and loose wooden planks that just managed to keep out the wind and rain. The one-room house was fairly dull, save the small bunches of flowers tucked into pots. Despite its slight emptiness, it was a cozy home out in the grassy moor of Rohan.
Just as I wiped the ash from my hands and brushed back a lock of dark hair, a horrid gurgling growl sounded from outside my door. I froze, quietly creeping over to the entrance.
Suddenly, a sickening greyish creature splintered through the wood, tumbling into the house. I shrieked, throwing myself backwards, as the bulging thing gained its footing on boots made of rotting pelts. In its warty face was set two, burning amber eyes, and it sneered when it caught glance of me.
Uruk Hai, I thought, as its strong arm flexed to grab a sword. I had fallen on my backside, and I used my bare feet to inch backwards. My brain screamed to find a weapon, but every nerve was focused on the ugly humanoid creature before me. It pulled bloodied lips back in a gory snarl, appearing delighted it had found easy prey.
I sat, frozen, waiting for its blade to rip across my skin.
Only, the blow never came.
An angry cry followed a figure barreling through my splintered door. A rod of wood And gleaming metal pierced the creature's back, and it fell to the ground, groveling and screaming. Then, it fell silent with a thump onto the floor.
My cerulean eyes were wide with shock as a man donned with shining armor and a great green cape retrieved his spear. I lay beyond his sight behind the table, and my fingers reached for an iron pot.
The tall male sighed heavily, sending a forlorn glance around the dim room. One gloved hand went up and tugged off his metallic helm. A strong, handsome face was revealed, cheeks dusted with dirt and jaw dotted in thick stubble. Long, brown-blonde hair spilled out around his face, as if he refused to cut it, and careful dark eyes observed the room as more wild cries resounded from outside. He pursed his lips thoughtfully, extending his fingers to brush a bunch of fresh flowers I had set out. I found myself standing abruptly, white knuckles wrapped tightly around an iron pan. The man took step back, going to draw his sword; however, his hand fell upon taking in my appearance.
A soft, youthful face of a young woman stared back with defiant blue eyes, dark hair strewn about in tangles and waves. My face.
He put his hands out slowly in front of him, his expression reading solemn. "I'm not going to harm you," he murmured in a low voice, and his tone was surprisingly calm.
I didn't drop the pan. "Who are you?" I said in a forceful squeak.
His brows furrowed decidingly, then said plainly, "No foe of yours, I am certain. Not one of those things." He gestured roughly to the creature matmy feet. The man stiffened at the sound of another monstrous cry from outside, and he thrust a hand towards me. "Come with me, and I swear I won't let that filth near you." Despite the venom in his tone regarding the wild men, there was something in his voice his voice that made me feel safer. I took his hand at the sound of another beastly scream, and was whisked into an adventure I would have never imagined.
