May 17, 2006 07:50
whew~~~~I got a dream just now~~
I dreamt that I was in middle earth as one of the 2nd age gondorians (numenoreans) who accompanied Isildur and Elendil, together with the army of the elven high king Gil Galad to fight against the army of mordor. When we inched bit by bit, securing freedom slowly, many of my comrades died.
It was at the slopes of Mt. Doom where we faced the onslaught of Sauron's minions, the orcs. A babaric forces that are disorganised, we kept our formations while archers from our elven allies provided support for us while our archers reload, some of us went to help the elves. Our shield wall prevented any orcs from coming too close while our archers kept them at bay.
But most of them still come crawling from the corpses and attacked us, being men of the sea, we're 7 feet tall and we utilised every skill we had to kill the orcs. Shields rammed into them, sending the orcs to the ground where they are skewered by the spearmen. Swords and crude weapons clashed. I was one of the captains and together with one of the elven lord we held our positions while the orcs continue to swarm us. Just then, we heard Elendil raising his sword, Narsil and shouted. By then, we knew that the battle is almost over and with renewed strength, both the elven lord and I lent each side a terrible energy and began to hack our way through the orcs to regain our position which were over taken by orcs who crushed through our fontlines.
Elven archers released their rain of arrows, providing cover for us while we led our elite legion of elves and gondorians into the fray. The battle was almost over, but Sauron, carrying his mace, which reminded the elves of morgoth, Sauron's master, who slaughtered their kins, appeared.
I quickly went to Elendil's side, together with my friend, the elven lord and our soldiers, Sauron gazed upon us like as though he was trying to see who to kill. Being taller than the rest of us elves and men, he was indeed a terror to behold. Then the slaughter began, he rammed his mace into our frontlines, casting elves and men into the air, while making his way to the elven high king and my king. Holding Gil Galad by his throat, Sauron engulfed him in flames and soon all was left of him was his ring of power, his spear Agilos and his crown.
Filled with rage, the elven lord and I charged to Sauron in a desparate attempt to prevent him from killing Elendil. Sauron, with a swing of his mace, which i ducked and avoided, hit the elven lord forcefully and sent him flying to one side, killing him instantly. Watching my friend who died horribly by the dark lord, i sent my sword into the dark lord's armor, which only dented inwards by a bit. The next thing I saw was his mace crashing towards me, my shield broke and I was sent flying off and came crashing down, lying next to my elven friend, the elven lord who had been with me since I was just a kid.
soon, I blacked out and woke up~
not bad at all xDDDDDDDDDD