This is a LOTR fan fic I am writting. Enjoy chaps and feel free to comment!



The evening sun broke through the glitering trees of murkwood as the sun set in the west. Dakara looked up to see mount Erebor in the distance... his location. Since the times of King Aragorn's death and the coruption of the wildemen once more no one had dared attempt such a feet.

There was said to be a dark wizard who lead them now, a man clothed in black who wielded powers to great to imagin. It was even rumored that he had instigated the "natural" death of the king.

Dakara had no choice however. There were desperate people in these lands. Despeareate people who would do anything to defeat the evil... even become evil themselves. And that was egsactily what had happened.

Dakara's steps brought him close to the base of the mountain.. a gloomy horizonsetting in the west to cover his image from those who would sek his harm.

Slowly and quietly he climbed the tretcherouse rocks that lead to the top of the mountain.

The first encounter... two guards stood in his way. The impassable rock ledges stood on both sides. he would have to go through them or travel or nearly an houre to get around them... "I don't remember those being there before.." he thought in his mind.

But there was no choice, he couldn't wait that long. He snuck as close as he could before his dager cut the air like a fresh hide and sliced through the heart of one fo the watchmen.

Before the second man kew what had happened Dakara was upon him with furry and flying blades as his swords struck in an almost rythmatic patern of death.

The first strike was blocked by nothing short of luck and reflex.... Butt he second balde found it's death mark on the mans chest and sunk indeep.