Creative Writing: The Smaid's Tale

The forest had gone.... and the Witch looked much younger. Audette opened her eyes and had found herself upon a brow of white lilies. The shape of the shrouded old woman seemed changed. Having turned around, and opened her mantle to the tearing gusts, Meliza revealed to the young lady two streams of shinging blackness and smooth white flesh. Audette stopped in her tracks.

This leads the reader to believe that he is the most important of the previously mentioned dwarves. The book later goes on and says that Thorin is the grandson of the previous King Under the Mountain, these two notations lead the reader to believe that he is the rightful heir to the throne making him the ruler of the dwarves and therefore their patriarch, ¨ ´...Anyway they grew immensely rich and famous and my grandfather (Thrain) was King under the Mountain again, ¨ (Tolkien 22). This is important as it gives the backstory of Thorin, and why he is considered the patriarch of the group. During the entire journey, Thorin also acts as the head of their group, an example of this is when he talks to the men and elves instead of any other dwarf, ¨ Again Thorin hailed them in a loud voice...¨ (Tolkien 240), and when he told Oin

After John harnessed the team to the wagon, he, Charity, and Charles loaded Uriah into it. She and Charles then headed to town with him. She left John and Martha Jane to watch over the younger children, with strict orders that they had all better be on their best behavior until her return. John was nearly twelve; she figured he ought to be capable of watching the little ones.

‘Go and Track down the Lion’s pearl. Kill its holder once you have it, come to me and we can lay waste on Harktown.’ King Athaulf smiled the thin, snakey smile a storybook villain would do if they were in his position. Argyros spoke.

Weeks later, as Snowman stares into the familiar bright green eyes, he thinks back to what led him here, forgetting the fact that in a few moments, his whole world will be turned upside down.

It was unclear what exactly woke up the small elf, maybe the unfamiliar sounds of horse hooves against the ground, maybe the bright sunlight shining through the sparse forest, maybe the motions of the carriage from the uneven terrain, or some divine forsaken mixture of the three. When she attempted raising her arms to shield her eyes from the harsh light, she discovered that they had been bound together, and rather tightly at that. 'Great,' she thought to herself.

until we arrived at a small village. To the marched to the center plaza, many of the frightened and confused villagers had gathered there. The legate assigned to the legion read a memoir written by a team of scouts on the horrid atrocities the Hunnic hordes have committed. It was vital to our fight that we could gain their support otherwise they would not agree to supply the provisions that had been rapidly depleting. a moment before finishing a scout rode into the plaza bloodied and battered half an arrow protruding from his shoulder. He warned us of the Huns and there overwhelmingly large force before finally dying of his injuries. The villagers began to panic and many fled with their belongings. The Legate tried to comfort them telling them we can ensure their safety. We fortified the town built a small wall. It was all we could do. Later that evening after I took a small excursion through the markets and upon the wall. I along with many others saw as thousands of torches illuminated the yurts atop the craggy mountain. The Huns had found

Drenched and frozen, only the warmth from their mothers’ kept the young creatures sustained. The trees’ limbs hung low from the weight of the swampy atmosphere; causing the joyous ambience of the forest to restrain her passion.

After saying goodnight to Simon and Magnus, Clary quickly shut the door to the library. The hallway was silent and still as the ocean tide, she had heard Lilian call for her just as her best friends in the world told her their goodbyes for the night. Magnus had conjured up a portal which would take him and Simon back to the village where they lived. Simon lived in a simple but modest house, on the outskirts of town, on a farm with his Mother and older sister. Magnus however, resided in a small, comfortable loft just above the local clothing store.

Besides the trunk with the Air Gem, all the arazi custodians were there in the dome, except two of them guarding the village gate. The kömür leader vowed to the Air Gem, took the Fire Gem from the stone-kömür’s hands without effort, and put it on top of the bole. He told Nixa not to leave his ‘treasure’ alone; and he looked Theo, Vrol and Lia askew before leaving with the patriarch.

There was not a man on the Lord's earth stupid enough to go outside on a day such as this was. The barren, gray trees gave way to the brutal, icy gale. The wind blew with the wrath of a trapped boar. It cut through the skin of any who dared venture into it's fierce breath. This was in fact the usual plight of the residents living in Blóð, a city that resided in the outer regions of Harmr. But not every region of Harmr was this gelid. In fact, a little more than one-hundred miles away, in the heart of the Vrofisk Bluff, the environment was quite the opposite. In the bowels of the great mountain, a civilization of it's own kind lived among the rivers of molten rock and burning silica walls. The people who lived here were not people at all. Rather, they were Imps; lesser goblins. They

Thorin II Oakinshield is the heir to the dwarven throne in the east, under the Lonely Mountain near the ruins of Dale. His family and people are driven out by a great and terrible dragon named Smaug. After this catastrophe he and the remainder of his people wander middle earth looking for work and settling where they can. Thorin leads them for some time before meeting with a Wizard by the name of Gandalf, who convinces Thorin and his company of dwarves that they should invest in a burglar and go retake their homes. Thorin and Company meet Gandalf at the home of a hobbit by the name of Bilbo Baggins and recruit him for their escapade thus beginning the quest.

"Wake up, partners," the trail boss, James called. I sleepily looked up , shivered, and saw I was the only one not up. "Here," James said, giving me the horses' bridles and saddles. "Take these and get the horses ready. We have a long day today." I groaned in reply and set up the horses for the day's long drag. I was the horse wrangler and this was my everyday job but I still couldn't get use to the idea of waking up before the sun and working. We drove the cattle into open plains against the winter's cold wrath.

Again, the dark laughter echoed in her head. Shit, shit, shit. She was so damn stupid, so bloody arrogant. In spite of the sunglasses she wore to lessen the risk of overstimulation to her senses, the lenses were no safeguards against the weighted stares of the people on the bus, and Tung wasn’t here acting as a buffer.

Only royal road was only for nobles or messengers. The village walked all day only stopping for four hours everyday. The king obviously wanted to rush us there for something important. I didn’t think too much of it because all I did was look at the sky all day. She was my only friend. As days pass by, so did the villagers spirit. They had never liked this trek in the first place. Their bleeding feet told without words. One even started begging the soldiers. The soldier didn’t give her anything, but he did give meat for the wolves. “This kingdom is ruled by fear,” I thought to myself. More days have passed and more bodies have fallen, seven in total. All were just peasants trying to make a living. The village let out a heavy sigh when we finally reach the castle. It was sturdy castle, but definitely outdated. Any nation in the world can destroy it in a few days. All around the castle were slaves picking apples in cruel conditions. It was actually better than some jobs like farmer. They had enough food and could always rely on shelter. The funny thing was that they tried not to look at us. That’s when I realize they were actually trying to hide their faces. Something was wrong here and only one person was to blame, King