Board Thread:Story Forum/@comment-26100798-20150825054416

Story time, gather around for a story with the zilla, this is not canon, and this story can not be taken from me or I will frikin sue you for like $100000000000000, well here it is:

(keep in mind that I am not a writer at all so dont expect perfect punctuation or sentence structure or whatever)

Pallando set foot on the hard gravel of rhun in the second age. He saw the dreadful disease of evil spreading quickly throughout the vast plains. “What are you thinking?” asked Alatar, as the wind blew through Pallandos hair, his luscious pale hair fluctuating like sails on a ship, “this” he replied in a cool voice, as he quickly reached into his warm warg fur coat grabbing a daggar and sliced down Alatars chest. Alatar wailed and cried, and dropped down onto the wet grass, his head lay in an ice cold pool of blood. Pallando dropped his gold crested daggar, gifted to him by the lady of Lorien, and left without a word slipping from his mouth. Pallando went on, and vanished, never to be seen again by the eyes of men.



Alatars eyes peeled open, he turned over laying upwards with his belly facing the sun, he saw figures, and felt a sharp pain in his belly, then fell back to sleep. When he awoke next, he was in a room, with many staring at him. “Get up maggot” yelled a raspy voice and Alatar was elbowed in the stomach. “This yours maggot?” The oddly tall orc asked harshly. “Well, is it?” he pointed to a blue staff resting against the wall. “May I see it?” asked Alatar. “HA, I know what you can do with that thing, wizard!, you aren’t going to touch it” a tall, yellow skinned man with dark hair walked in and grabbed the staff while staring at Alatar. Alatar pounced on the orc, pulled the dagger out of his belt and slit his throat, letting his warm blood splash on his face and stain his clothes, he tossed the corpse aside, grabbed the screaming yellow skinned man by the neck, and smashed his head open against the wall. He picked up his staff and exited the oddly shaped hut. He knew that anything with orcs couldn’t be good. An arrow shot from a tower hustled towards him as he swung his arm and 10 men fell off rooftops, dead, he then deflected the arrow with his staff, and continued walking. He knew Pallando was not to be trusted, and his heart burned inside, wanting Pallandos head 2000 miles away from the rest of his body. He spent years alone, encountering many different humans, whom called themselves easterlings, and meant no good deeds. Alatar studied the land, its geography, its people, their religion and beliefs, the wildlife, and he came to the conclusion that they could overpower the western civilization, and they would, they had a bitter rivalry with Gondor and Rohan, and wanted them to be destroyed. In numbers, they would outnumber the men in the west. He went on, starting a cult, which he named the Cult of the Blue Moon, later this would become the Confederation of the Blue Moon, fighting against the evil men of rhun, and destroying their military power and prowess. For many years they fought the Easterlings, trying to stay hidden, and only striking at night, they were outnumbered, but Alatar learned advanced tactics which he used ferociously against the Easterlings. When the third age arrived, Sauron secretly sent legions of orcs to hunt and destroy this cult, but by this time, it had grown to thousands of men, all well trained in combat, camouflage, and disguise. They infiltrated Sauron and the Easterlings learning their plans, but there were guards along the borders of rhun, sent by Sauron to ensure the peoples wouldn’t get out to send word to Gondor. They made allies with the people and elves of dorwinion and the avari. Alatar led them to the foothills of the red mountains, in the far east, they learned to tame mountain goats, and farmed them, along with various birds for eggs. They built up a large civilization and continued spying on and attacking the Easterlings. They attacked small cities, riding mountain goats in and burning them down, and looting all the goods. When the fourth age arrived, they noticed the Easterlings were moving north, and spies had detected that they were moving to allies, to get reinforcements, but unknown allies. To this day they continue to watch over Rhun, like rangers, attempting to rid the land of evil.  