Warrior Alien
January 5th,2003, 06:05 AM
Hey. This is where you can post your choreographies on how you would like certain scenes in ROTK to look like, such as Pelennor Fields, Cracks of Doom and the Paths of the Dead. They can be as long as you want. Heck, they can even be reinventions of certain battles.
I'll start with the Battle of Pelennor Fields, near the end.
A dark shadow falls across the plains, and the sun is dimmed greatly. Theoden looks up worriedly at the darkness, and grumbles.
Theoden: Our time has come. *commands* Forth, Eorlinga -
He is cut short as a black dart soars through the air, finding a mark in Theoden's shoulder. He gasps in surprise, and slumps over off Snowmane.
Then, the Witch-king, atop his scaly steed, descends down in front of the Host of Rohan. Merry stares in terror at the sight, hidden under Dernhelm's cloak.
The Witch-king raises his mighty sword and brings it down, slicing Snowmane's side. The horse topples over, trapping Theoden beneath him. The host panics, with horses neighing and riders screaming. In the midst of it all, Merry shouts.
Merry: Theoden!!!
Dernhelm: Merry, no!!!
The enraged hobbit dashes from Dernhelm's horse to the fallen figure of Theoden. This catches the Witchking's attention, and he digs his spurs into his steed's sides, ordering it to kill the hobbit.
Dernhelm: Stand down, filth of Morgul.
The Witch-king turns to Dernhelm, and stops his flying steed.
Witch-king: *freaky whisper* Who dares defy the Witch-king of Morgul and Angmar?
Dernhelm: A citizen of Rohan and a brave warrior of the Mark. I demand that you resist from killing the hobbit or defiling the body of Theoden the Wise.
Witch-king: A challenge. Well, apparentely you do not know that I, the greatest servant of the Dark Lord, cannot be struck down by the hands of a man.
Dernhelm: *dismounts horse* A man may not be able to defeat you . . .
Dernhelm removes his helmet, revealing himself to be - Eowyn.
Eowyn: *continuing* but I am a woman, Eowyn of Rohan, and thou shall remove thyself from the presence of the king.
She lashes out with her sword, and in one, swift stroke, decapitates the flying steed. The Witch-king seems to admire her cunning and stubborness, and he climbs off the stinking corpse of his steed.
Witch-king: Alright. Your challenge is accepted.
He draws his sword, now a blade of Morgul, adorned with blood-red rubies.
Eowyn: *at ease* So be it.
Immeditately, she strikes, but the Witch-king deflects her blow. He swings around in a full-circle, shoving her to the ground. Fortunately, she recovers, and blocks a heavy, two-handed swing by the Witch-king's sword. She dodges another lash by diving under his legs. Surprised, the Witch-king only barely misses being struck as he brings his blade behind himself, parrying a swing by Eowyn.
Nearby, Merry raises from kneeling by an unconscious Theoden's body. He turns to the fighting persons of Eowyn and the Witch-king, locked in combat to the death. He slowly draws his sword, limping towards the two combatants, for the Black Breath of the Witch-king is beginning its effect.
Eowyn also begins to take the toll of the Breath, as she slows down. She raises her shield to block a blow, but the force of the Wraith's swing breaks both her shield and her arm. She screams in pain. The Witch-king raises his sword, ready to strike down Eowyn.
Merry: *grimly* For Rohan. For the Shire. For Theoden.
The hobbit, with all his remaining strength, throws his sword. It finds a mark - right in the back of the Witch-king's neck. The Wraith freezes, struck dumb by the pierce. He drops his sword and slowly reaches for the blade through his neck. He pulls it out an examines it, just before it desintigrates down to the hilt. He looks one more time at Eowyn, and falls. Eowyn's sword, standing up in her hand, impales where the Witch-king's head would be.
There. That's my vision about how it should be. The chances of being like that are slim to none, and slim just left town, but I like it.
Post your visions. Now deconstructive criticism, please.
I'll start with the Battle of Pelennor Fields, near the end.
A dark shadow falls across the plains, and the sun is dimmed greatly. Theoden looks up worriedly at the darkness, and grumbles.
Theoden: Our time has come. *commands* Forth, Eorlinga -
He is cut short as a black dart soars through the air, finding a mark in Theoden's shoulder. He gasps in surprise, and slumps over off Snowmane.
Then, the Witch-king, atop his scaly steed, descends down in front of the Host of Rohan. Merry stares in terror at the sight, hidden under Dernhelm's cloak.
The Witch-king raises his mighty sword and brings it down, slicing Snowmane's side. The horse topples over, trapping Theoden beneath him. The host panics, with horses neighing and riders screaming. In the midst of it all, Merry shouts.
Merry: Theoden!!!
Dernhelm: Merry, no!!!
The enraged hobbit dashes from Dernhelm's horse to the fallen figure of Theoden. This catches the Witchking's attention, and he digs his spurs into his steed's sides, ordering it to kill the hobbit.
Dernhelm: Stand down, filth of Morgul.
The Witch-king turns to Dernhelm, and stops his flying steed.
Witch-king: *freaky whisper* Who dares defy the Witch-king of Morgul and Angmar?
Dernhelm: A citizen of Rohan and a brave warrior of the Mark. I demand that you resist from killing the hobbit or defiling the body of Theoden the Wise.
Witch-king: A challenge. Well, apparentely you do not know that I, the greatest servant of the Dark Lord, cannot be struck down by the hands of a man.
Dernhelm: *dismounts horse* A man may not be able to defeat you . . .
Dernhelm removes his helmet, revealing himself to be - Eowyn.
Eowyn: *continuing* but I am a woman, Eowyn of Rohan, and thou shall remove thyself from the presence of the king.
She lashes out with her sword, and in one, swift stroke, decapitates the flying steed. The Witch-king seems to admire her cunning and stubborness, and he climbs off the stinking corpse of his steed.
Witch-king: Alright. Your challenge is accepted.
He draws his sword, now a blade of Morgul, adorned with blood-red rubies.
Eowyn: *at ease* So be it.
Immeditately, she strikes, but the Witch-king deflects her blow. He swings around in a full-circle, shoving her to the ground. Fortunately, she recovers, and blocks a heavy, two-handed swing by the Witch-king's sword. She dodges another lash by diving under his legs. Surprised, the Witch-king only barely misses being struck as he brings his blade behind himself, parrying a swing by Eowyn.
Nearby, Merry raises from kneeling by an unconscious Theoden's body. He turns to the fighting persons of Eowyn and the Witch-king, locked in combat to the death. He slowly draws his sword, limping towards the two combatants, for the Black Breath of the Witch-king is beginning its effect.
Eowyn also begins to take the toll of the Breath, as she slows down. She raises her shield to block a blow, but the force of the Wraith's swing breaks both her shield and her arm. She screams in pain. The Witch-king raises his sword, ready to strike down Eowyn.
Merry: *grimly* For Rohan. For the Shire. For Theoden.
The hobbit, with all his remaining strength, throws his sword. It finds a mark - right in the back of the Witch-king's neck. The Wraith freezes, struck dumb by the pierce. He drops his sword and slowly reaches for the blade through his neck. He pulls it out an examines it, just before it desintigrates down to the hilt. He looks one more time at Eowyn, and falls. Eowyn's sword, standing up in her hand, impales where the Witch-king's head would be.
There. That's my vision about how it should be. The chances of being like that are slim to none, and slim just left town, but I like it.
Post your visions. Now deconstructive criticism, please.