Hisoka Morrow
Eastern Anduin Battlefield Commander
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I'm writting some new stuff based the war in 1944 of Middle-Earth now. Do you know what it takes to be a Gondor citizen?XD
Nah, just some stuff to kill time and I found too few self-written fanfics about wars in 1944 of Middle-Earth. Enjoy the reading XD
Due to the new rules about comments to other's fanfics, please left your comment here Discussion forum XD
Prologue:Unexpected guest
---------------------------------------------------------------------- T.A. 1944/03/26, Pelagir---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It's too peaceful so much like the silence before a storm. Only those work for the goverment's high command know Palegir is under martial laws now, all the streets are full of commercial act. No curfew is announced even if it's midnight now. Eärnil, the recent commander of southern Gondor army in his office, is now squeezing his brain to take care of his staff's holidays and diplomatic stuff with Harad instead of his original mission, combat. Of course, such ridiculous thing is reasonable now, after all, there's really something astonishing enough to let them relax so much.
Dol-Amorth governor Adrahil's first son Ciryatur just destructively defeated the second strong Nazgûl Khamûl by killing his 130000 Black Numenoreans with nothing but his 4000 Inquisitors just prototype without experience for any grand campaign. Without doubt, Harad had better not fool around Gondor now after witnessing the lessons from his little friends.
"Sir, all the Harad tribute has been make sure, so may I...", again, administrator is asking for getting off duty in advance to spend time on his family.
"Go, go, go, just make sure your duty is done and finishing those necessary documents.", Whipping a exhausted horse to move is the dumpiest thing in the world, Eärnil send him out frankly, on the surface only. The well-organized retreat of the Wainriders witnessed by Eärnil via the Palantir during his last contact with King Ondoher told him everything is just the silence before a storm.
"Reporting for duty!Sir!The Harad betrayed us!The ambassador's escort launched a sneak attack!Now their front is just 1 km from us!", just as Eärnil suspected.
"Sit tight you imbeciles!And where're my good bad ass marines I've ambushed?Are 5000 physically-challenged Harad guys too hard to fight off?", Eärnil roars.
"Those're not 5000 physically-challenged Harad guys!They're all knight-class combat units, at least hundreds of them are even grassroots commanders!", what comes up with the bad news are stinky smells caused by urine and stool incontinence.
"Set your ass here!My son Eärnur and his little friend Ciryatur will make you fear more!", Eärnil even almost lost his control due to these city boys, of course just on the aspect of manner but not professional judgement.
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Meanwhile, a Easterling wrestler-like and a Nolder lady-like figure appear in Eärnil's office.
"Lt general Eärnur and Ciryatur report for duty!", these two different figures will reveal their identity soon.
"Ciryatur that bitch kicked ass again!Ciryatur!Show them your good shits", the Easterling wrestler-like shows who he is and he'll tell everyone he and his partner are the same bad ass in spite of their appearance.
"Eärnur got something more!How dare you take all the fun with Khamûl?He's my personal toy. Don't think his recently frequent show makes you share my fun with him. Your prey is the Witch-king, the possibly big boss. I wonder these Harad guys are too boring or not, they're supposed to learn their lessons from the 130000 Black Numenoreans's ass. I'm afraid we'll face those boring brainless Harad later.", making fun of Eärnur, Ciryatur implies something important in spite of his emotionless appearance, showing the two heads he beheaded from the two sons of the Harad-grand Khan.
"Forget that Nazgûl whore. I just kicked his ass yet Ciryatur broke his Morgul sword last time. And this is what I got.", Eärnur shows the head of the Harad grand Khan.
"Great, if their grand Khan is till so relentless even if he witnessed Khamûl's devastating defeat last time, there must be some big bosses behind all these guests.", just as his nickname-black colored hair Mithrandar, Eärnil always thinks about more than many steps on the recent board in front of his eyes.
"Very well. Clerk, record these two credits. By the way, you city boys turned a deaf ear to my warning in the first place will have to clean up all the urine and stool you discharged. Or I'll record you all one demerit."
"Sir!Ten o'clock direction!Recons has spotted enemies!At least 300000 Harad armed forces as well as 3000 Mammoth are 30 km from Palegir!"
"Bingo!Very well, boys, time to kick ass!Let's make Gondor great again!", Eärnil responds acutely without hesitation.
Nah, just some stuff to kill time and I found too few self-written fanfics about wars in 1944 of Middle-Earth. Enjoy the reading XD
Due to the new rules about comments to other's fanfics, please left your comment here Discussion forum XD
Prologue:Unexpected guest
---------------------------------------------------------------------- T.A. 1944/03/26, Pelagir---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
It's too peaceful so much like the silence before a storm. Only those work for the goverment's high command know Palegir is under martial laws now, all the streets are full of commercial act. No curfew is announced even if it's midnight now. Eärnil, the recent commander of southern Gondor army in his office, is now squeezing his brain to take care of his staff's holidays and diplomatic stuff with Harad instead of his original mission, combat. Of course, such ridiculous thing is reasonable now, after all, there's really something astonishing enough to let them relax so much.
Dol-Amorth governor Adrahil's first son Ciryatur just destructively defeated the second strong Nazgûl Khamûl by killing his 130000 Black Numenoreans with nothing but his 4000 Inquisitors just prototype without experience for any grand campaign. Without doubt, Harad had better not fool around Gondor now after witnessing the lessons from his little friends.
"Sir, all the Harad tribute has been make sure, so may I...", again, administrator is asking for getting off duty in advance to spend time on his family.
"Go, go, go, just make sure your duty is done and finishing those necessary documents.", Whipping a exhausted horse to move is the dumpiest thing in the world, Eärnil send him out frankly, on the surface only. The well-organized retreat of the Wainriders witnessed by Eärnil via the Palantir during his last contact with King Ondoher told him everything is just the silence before a storm.
"Reporting for duty!Sir!The Harad betrayed us!The ambassador's escort launched a sneak attack!Now their front is just 1 km from us!", just as Eärnil suspected.
"Sit tight you imbeciles!And where're my good bad ass marines I've ambushed?Are 5000 physically-challenged Harad guys too hard to fight off?", Eärnil roars.
"Those're not 5000 physically-challenged Harad guys!They're all knight-class combat units, at least hundreds of them are even grassroots commanders!", what comes up with the bad news are stinky smells caused by urine and stool incontinence.
"Set your ass here!My son Eärnur and his little friend Ciryatur will make you fear more!", Eärnil even almost lost his control due to these city boys, of course just on the aspect of manner but not professional judgement.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Meanwhile, a Easterling wrestler-like and a Nolder lady-like figure appear in Eärnil's office.
"Lt general Eärnur and Ciryatur report for duty!", these two different figures will reveal their identity soon.
"Ciryatur that bitch kicked ass again!Ciryatur!Show them your good shits", the Easterling wrestler-like shows who he is and he'll tell everyone he and his partner are the same bad ass in spite of their appearance.
"Eärnur got something more!How dare you take all the fun with Khamûl?He's my personal toy. Don't think his recently frequent show makes you share my fun with him. Your prey is the Witch-king, the possibly big boss. I wonder these Harad guys are too boring or not, they're supposed to learn their lessons from the 130000 Black Numenoreans's ass. I'm afraid we'll face those boring brainless Harad later.", making fun of Eärnur, Ciryatur implies something important in spite of his emotionless appearance, showing the two heads he beheaded from the two sons of the Harad-grand Khan.
"Forget that Nazgûl whore. I just kicked his ass yet Ciryatur broke his Morgul sword last time. And this is what I got.", Eärnur shows the head of the Harad grand Khan.
"Great, if their grand Khan is till so relentless even if he witnessed Khamûl's devastating defeat last time, there must be some big bosses behind all these guests.", just as his nickname-black colored hair Mithrandar, Eärnil always thinks about more than many steps on the recent board in front of his eyes.
"Very well. Clerk, record these two credits. By the way, you city boys turned a deaf ear to my warning in the first place will have to clean up all the urine and stool you discharged. Or I'll record you all one demerit."
"Sir!Ten o'clock direction!Recons has spotted enemies!At least 300000 Harad armed forces as well as 3000 Mammoth are 30 km from Palegir!"
"Bingo!Very well, boys, time to kick ass!Let's make Gondor great again!", Eärnil responds acutely without hesitation.
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