Posted: Sat May 10, 2003 11:43 am
Bobbo stood high, very high, surveying the land between him and the Fangorn forest. He was, in fact, in Helm's Deep, and so was most of his army. Now, Bobbo did not have a ragtag band of individuals, saved only by Gandalf and the grace of the elves, but he, in fact, had a powerful army consisting of thousands upon thousands of trained men, dwarves, elves -- even hobbits! Of course, the latter were usually used for spies, but there were some hobbit warriors in his army, and some brilliant hobbit officers who had saved many a battle. This army had fought many times under Bobbo, and always had emerged victorious. This battle was rearing up to be the toughest one yet -- but they were confident. Bobbo was a spirited sorcerer, as well as an excellent swordsman and marksman, and he was the greatest leader possible.
"I fear a tough battle, Drogan." Drogan was Bobbo's second-in-command, and as great a tactician as Bobbo himself. "There are many armies massing in the distance near Fangorn forest... could they have discovered it also?" Drogan shook his head. "They have no idea, sire... none at all. Merely a coincidence, certainly... but this is quite a BAD coincidence. Can we take them?"
Bobbo stared over the great distance again. "I don't know..."
Deep in the catacombs of Helms Deep, the warriors of the darkness were silent. These, of course, were Bobbo's men; and they were sleeping. There were approximately 10,000 of each race, except hobbits -- there were 4000 of them. Most of the hobbits were out gathering information at the time, however, so the hobbit forces were greatly reduced. Suddenly a horn sounded, long and clear, through the caves, and all of the men of the army leapt up and marched to the center of Helm's Deep, where Bobbo, Drogan and the other officers waited. "All you fine men, you strong dwarves, you elegant elves, you sneaky hobbits, prepare for battle!" shouted Bobbo. "For soon, armies of mass shall be marching towards us, as an assault already has been made against them. Indeed, watch..." Bobbo waved his hand in the air, and suddenly a massive screen appeared. "Behold!" Bobbo chanted, and a massive army appeared on the screen, being watched by several wolves. Suddenly, the sky turned dark. The armies looked around in alarm, and if Bobbo's forces turned slightly, they could see the darkening skies with their own eyes instead of magic ones. Massive boulders began falling from the sky, crushing several soldiers and a good number of trees. Suddenly, Bobbo laughed, a long, deep laugh, and the armies on the screen looked about in alarm. "You have been given a taste of my power. Leave the forest now, or face the wrath of the Alliance of Darkness! If you're feeling particularly suicidal, you can march on over to Helm's Deep, where we will cut you up like pigs in the slaughterhouse. Your decision." The Alliance of Darkness all laughed deeply, and the amplified magic voices being heard by the other two armies were loud. And as the alliance of darkness looked on to Bobbo for instruction, and as Bobbo's image appeared in the air above the other armies, if one looked hard enough, a familiar band of gold could be noticed on Bobbo's right ring finger...
The screen disappeared, and Drogan asked Bobbo, "Do you think that the armies will leave?" Bobbo simply laughed. "No, I don't. They'll come and attack Helm's Deep... where they'll find you, along with 6000 elves, 6000 dwarves, and 6000 men." Drogan looked confused for a moment. "But where will you and the other 12000 be?" Bobbo simply grinned, slowly but surely. "In a place that the armies of mortals dare not speak of... in a place where the ultimate power is lying dormant... in a place called Barad-Dur... awakening the Beast, the one true power, and all its Minor Beasts that it controls." And it was thus that Bobbo shouted out, the air rang with a magical chant the likes of which have not been heard for ages, the mountains trembled, the forests shivered... and the Beasts of old woke again, with Bobbo commanding them from the high mountain fortress of Barad-Dur.
[ May 10, 2003, 10:57 AM: Message edited by: I am hated by all ]
"I fear a tough battle, Drogan." Drogan was Bobbo's second-in-command, and as great a tactician as Bobbo himself. "There are many armies massing in the distance near Fangorn forest... could they have discovered it also?" Drogan shook his head. "They have no idea, sire... none at all. Merely a coincidence, certainly... but this is quite a BAD coincidence. Can we take them?"
Bobbo stared over the great distance again. "I don't know..."
Deep in the catacombs of Helms Deep, the warriors of the darkness were silent. These, of course, were Bobbo's men; and they were sleeping. There were approximately 10,000 of each race, except hobbits -- there were 4000 of them. Most of the hobbits were out gathering information at the time, however, so the hobbit forces were greatly reduced. Suddenly a horn sounded, long and clear, through the caves, and all of the men of the army leapt up and marched to the center of Helm's Deep, where Bobbo, Drogan and the other officers waited. "All you fine men, you strong dwarves, you elegant elves, you sneaky hobbits, prepare for battle!" shouted Bobbo. "For soon, armies of mass shall be marching towards us, as an assault already has been made against them. Indeed, watch..." Bobbo waved his hand in the air, and suddenly a massive screen appeared. "Behold!" Bobbo chanted, and a massive army appeared on the screen, being watched by several wolves. Suddenly, the sky turned dark. The armies looked around in alarm, and if Bobbo's forces turned slightly, they could see the darkening skies with their own eyes instead of magic ones. Massive boulders began falling from the sky, crushing several soldiers and a good number of trees. Suddenly, Bobbo laughed, a long, deep laugh, and the armies on the screen looked about in alarm. "You have been given a taste of my power. Leave the forest now, or face the wrath of the Alliance of Darkness! If you're feeling particularly suicidal, you can march on over to Helm's Deep, where we will cut you up like pigs in the slaughterhouse. Your decision." The Alliance of Darkness all laughed deeply, and the amplified magic voices being heard by the other two armies were loud. And as the alliance of darkness looked on to Bobbo for instruction, and as Bobbo's image appeared in the air above the other armies, if one looked hard enough, a familiar band of gold could be noticed on Bobbo's right ring finger...
The screen disappeared, and Drogan asked Bobbo, "Do you think that the armies will leave?" Bobbo simply laughed. "No, I don't. They'll come and attack Helm's Deep... where they'll find you, along with 6000 elves, 6000 dwarves, and 6000 men." Drogan looked confused for a moment. "But where will you and the other 12000 be?" Bobbo simply grinned, slowly but surely. "In a place that the armies of mortals dare not speak of... in a place where the ultimate power is lying dormant... in a place called Barad-Dur... awakening the Beast, the one true power, and all its Minor Beasts that it controls." And it was thus that Bobbo shouted out, the air rang with a magical chant the likes of which have not been heard for ages, the mountains trembled, the forests shivered... and the Beasts of old woke again, with Bobbo commanding them from the high mountain fortress of Barad-Dur.
[ May 10, 2003, 10:57 AM: Message edited by: I am hated by all ]