Boromir reflexively jumped back a little, but he wasn't quite quick enough. Some of the splash, found its way to his boots.
"Yeah, well PMS may make some women a little hard to get along with, at that time of the month, but in my case it makes me certifiably insane!" she screamed. Aragorn held up his hand as if to quieten her.
A low rumbling roar, filled the chamber, blotting out the hideous gurgles and cries of the Orcs with its fell power. In the distance, a blood-red element reflected on the many pillars beyond where the company stood, holding their ground.
Her hands, in their desperate scrabble to halt her fall, had miraculously wrapped themselves around a large iron spike, that protruded from the well's wall some five feet down inside. They came to a jarring halt as gravity conceded its loss to her fortunate grip.
"I am so glad that I thought to pack this as well as my shoes," she thought. "Fancy walking through this place in socks!" she shuddered.
Just who is watching who?
The lads can sing and do the actions too!
After much deliberation following the requests and suggestions of members at this site, I have decided to publish my own story in my very own corner. This should make it easier to manage and locate for those interested. Here's the first chapter. Remember I said it was little? Well only 40 more to go so far... and counting!