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A Stroll Past the Nimrodel

One cold April morning, Bogair awoke sick to his stomach. Today was the day he travelled to his Ogre Terra , his birth home of Mirrormere. It has been 10 long years since Bogair has been back but this time, he wasn't going to see family or old friends, he was returning, to get married. It had come in a rather decorative box, Bogair's father must have killed a poor human craftsman. He stared at the small whistle made from dragon ivory, his grandfather Leraseth the Horrible carved it himself and he called it, Runo Tryaldrach irdo (Whisper of the Dragon Gods). This was a sign that Bogair's arranged marriage was finalized and that his soon-to-be-bride was ready for matrimony. The last time Bogair was at Ogre Terra, his father Raibog told him Leraseth sent the whistle to him when it was time for him to be wed. And that he would send it to Bogair when it was time for him to finally take a wife. Under the whistle was nothing more then a peace of parchment that had only 1 word on it, "Sarýn"... Pt. 2 An early morning walk through Lothlorien was what Bogair needed. This was going to be the last time for awhile he would see his beloved homeland. It had been almost a year since Bogair had received the letter from his father informing him the time had come to wed. Today, he was to prepare for his trek to his Ogre Terra, Mirrormere to finally meet his Bride to be, Sarýn. Sarýn, such a beautiful name... As he walked, he wondered how much his home land had changed? "Follow love Ogre..." a faint voice fell over his ear. The voice was coming from the center of the forest. He picked up his pace more, hoping to find the owner of the soft tone. "Love is the ultimate reward…". The ogre hearing this broke into a sprint, there was a thicket ahead full of wild lilies and hibiscus flowers. He charged though, He was now upon the Nimrodel a river that flows through all of Lothlorien. The river formed at the bottom of a waterfall, it was a truly beautiful sight. As Bogair watched the waterfall, he noticed a figure in the middle of the water's descent. As he got nearer, the figure became more full, and with a power blast of mist, emerged from the raging water. She was stunning, possibly the most beautiful Elvin woman he had ever seen. He knelt before her. She looked down at him and smiled, "Ogre, you are troubled today. You make a long and weary journey to a home you loved for these long years. But fear not, you will find what you seek the most, finally you’ll be rewarded with true love. Tears filled the ogre’s eyes. “You’re pure of heart Bogair Hatefang, and for that I shall give you a gift, gaze into the pool and tell me what you see.” The ogre crept forward, he peered into the water, it started to ripple. At first nothing appeared, but as he looked harder, the water began to glow. Out of the water shot up an ogress, pale and purple just like the lilacs that grew outside the ogre’s cave. She was seated under a tall tree by another river. Bogair gazed in amazement at the beautiful woman, his heart leaped into his throat causing him swallow the large lump. Her feet were cooling in the waters circling around it with her toes causing small waves to disrupting the calm and quite river. She had a smile on her face, as if she had no care in the world, she was the most wondrous thing Bogair had ever seen. In his opinion, she even out shined Nimrodel. Her head turned and for the first time her eyes were visible. Green were their color, like the treetops of his beloved Lothlorien, mixed with a brown hue that reminded him of the earth. But as soon as he saw her eyes, she was gone. The perfect woman had vanished. “NO! BRING HER BACK ELF! DO NOT BE SO CRUEL AS TO TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME!” Nimrodel smiled and nodded, “Ogre I could never take her away from you, for she is your true love, she is the one you travel to Mirrormere for, she is your Saryn.

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A History of Bogair Hatefang Part 2

Bogair took his new elven companions to Aaricks' campsite, just beyond the borders of Lothlorien. Xash said, "Are you sure we can trust him Lyradil?" But before Lyradil could respond, Bogair snapped, "Listen to me long ears, the day I go back on my word is the day my toungue gets cut out and fed to a troll!" "That could be arranged." Xash snapped back, unsheathing his dagger. Flail to the ready, Bogair yelled, "If you want to lose the opportunity to drive out the only thing that stands between your forest thriving and its destruction, come at me, if not; then put that little butter knife away and trust me!" After a long stare down, Lyradil finally breaks the silence, "Well brother it seems to me, you only have one choice." Xash rolled his eyes and reluctantly put his dagger back into its hidden sheath and said, "For now Ogre, I'll trust you, but the moment you give me a reason to, I'll run you through." At nightfall, Aarick finally made it back to camp, along (to Bogair's surprise) with twice the number of forces he had before. "darn" Bogair cursed, "he told me all the other units were scouting through Fangorn to get ready for our invasion of Isengard!" Lyradil laughed, Bogair turned around and asked, "What the hell are you laughing at? Aarick has us outnumbered 6 to 1. What on earth can be funny about that?!" All Lyradil did was look at Xash and smiled, "No, Lyradil, don't even think about it, you know we can handle this, why bring them into it? That would be plain unfair to the squadron." All Lyradil said was, "Why? Because they live for these moments, to get a chance to hone their skills against the worst possible odds, plus the eldest boy just got a new flail and tower shield, he needs some practice with it." As soon as he said that, he was off, to the deepest parts of Lothlorien. A few minutes pass and Bogair hears a distant howl, "Must be Lyradil." he thought. "But why the wolf howl, there aren't any wargs near here?" A few more minutes pass and another howl is heard, "Wait that wasn't Lyradil." Then another, another, and 3 more within moments of each other. Lyradil returned and said, "I've told them of our large friend here and about the 'obstacle in our way' they seemed very excited to be called." "Who?" said Bogair, with a confused look on his face. Lyradil smiled and simply said, "The MacGregors." "Did someone say, 'MacGregor'?" A soft female voice called from directly above the Ogre and Elf. Bogair scrambled from beneath the branch only to see a pretty elven woman sitting in the tree. She had a bow in her hand and a quiver full of arrows on her back. She grinned and let a soft giggle escape as she dropped to the ground next to her King. "Ah, Aisling! Glad you could make it." Lyradil patted her on the back, avoiding the purple fletchings of her weapons. "Is everyone positioned?" Aisling MacGregor nodded and pointed quickly to positions in the trees surrounding the Ogre scouts. Lyradil scanned the hiding spots and turned with a smile to his brother. "This should be fun, Xash." The two brothers slipped into the trees and Aisling turned back to the Ogre. "Just wait for the signal. Then feel free to join in", she said to him. "Wait, what's the signal?" Aisling just grinned at him and jumped back up into the trees. Bogar stood for a minute waiting for his cue to rush in. He checked his large flail and readied his shield. A moment passed... Another... "LOTHLORIEN!!!" The yell was so sudden and loud that Bogair was stunned by the shattered silence. He watched in disbelief as shafts sprouted out of the Ogre Scouts gathered in the clearing. Arrows seemed to have been shot from every possible direction. The Ogres were not dead however... as Bogair well knew, arrows tend to just make Ogres angry. The roar in the glade shook leaves from the nearby trees. Shields and clubs were brought up, and it was amazing how quickly the hulking warriors were gathered into a circle. But apparently the elves were not ready to give up either. From across the clearing, the tree line erupted. Two young humans came running from the bushes. No... not human, the Ogre corrected himself. The boys had pointed ears like an elf, but were certainly not completely elven either. In fact.. did that one with the shield have a tail..? Bogair had no time to consider it further as fighting had erupted on all sides now. With a roar of his own, Bogair Hatefang burst from his cover and charged at his former comrades, making a beeline for that son of a Nasgal, Aarick. The leader of the Ogre warriors heard the roar and turned with blood red eyes upon his former scout. "Traitorous Vermin!!" The ogre leader broke rank from his comrades and charged straight at Bogair. The other Ogres became confused, not sure what to do now that their commander had just run off. The elves of Lothlorien took full advantage of the confusion. Lyradil, Xash, and the two MacGregor boys had formed a shield wall of their own. Seeing them as the biggest threat, the Ogres turned and faced the four smaller adversaries. "WARGAR!!!" Xash had yelled out this one single word, and it was picked up by the other three in the shield line. As one unit, the four pressed the attack on the quickly crumbling defenses of the Ogres. "MACGREGOR!!!" From behind the Ogres, the new yell was heard. An older human (Which Bogair placed to be somewhere in his 50's), charged from the brush with another elven male alongside him. Since most of the Ogres had been watching the ones yelling 'Wargar', they were not prepared to be cut down from behind. The four Wargar Warriors were the anvil and the MacGregors acted as the hammer. The Ogres were no match for the combined efforts of the Lothlorien fighters. It didn't help that purple fletched arrows kept prickling the Giant warriors every now and then. The hammer and anvil soon crushed the invaders in the middle. The six warriors were joined by the female elf who swooped into the older man's arms with a kiss. All eyes quickly turned to the edge of the clearing where Bogair Hatefang was squaring off with Aarick. The battle was about to begin, when the younger of the boys started to run towards the two, his eyes glowing an eerie red. A hand on his shoulder pulled him back and he turned to face the King. "No, Layak", Lyradil said. "Let Bogair do this. He needs to get this fight out of his body. It would fester and turn his heart to anger if he was robbed of this vengeance." The warriors of Lothlorien moved closer to the battle, but stayed at a respectful distance. The battle of the Ogres was about to begin. Bogair and Arrick begin to move in a circle, each planning their strikes and preparing for the initial strike of their opponent. Aarick was armed with his club, tower shield and his trusty spear. Bogair, with his flail and tower shield. Aarick made the first move, thrusting his spear at Bogair’s head, raising this shield, Bogair blocked the stab, sending the spear straight through his shield. Aarick smiled, “Bravo Hatefang, but I bet you weren’t expecting this.” When he said that, he pushed a little lever on the hilt of his spear, it caused a grappling device to come out! Aarick began to pull, being the larger ogre, it wasn’t hard for him to pull Bogair toward him, but Bogair had a little surprise of his own, He angled his shield down, causing a sudden downward motion of the spear, causing it to fall straight out of Arrick’s hand. Bogair flung his shield back, causing the spear to go through the hole it made, sticking it in the ground, “BOGAIR!” shouted the human man. With a smile on his face, Bogair shouted to Arrick, “Nice move Deathblow, I guess your age hasn’t caught up with your fighting style yet.” Aarick gave a frightening roar, and charged in at Bogair, swinging his club so fast the only thing Bogair could do was duck and jump back, causing him to trip. Seeing this, one of Aarick’s Ogre’s pounced at Bogair, screaming wildly, mouth widely agape. Xash hollered, “Bogair down.” Xash fired an arrow straight for the screaming ogre’s head, Bogair laid back at the last moment, the arrow missing him and hitting the attacking ogre straight in roof of the mouth, he falls dead. Seeing his life pass before his eyes, Bogair gets up and says, “Thanks Xash.” He turns to Arrick, “You’re still the biggest coward I know Deathblow, no wonder you needed so many troops, that way you can sacrifice their lives to save your own.” “You’re right Hatefang, why waste the life of a Mordor hero, when I have so many underlings at my command?” He charged again at Bogair, hitting his shield with so much force, it shattered Bogair’s arm. Bogair screamed in pain, he brought his foot straight up and kicked Arrick in the face, causing him to soar back. Layak and the blonde haired boy beside him decided to charge in, “BOYS!” shouted the elder human, “you heard what Lyradil said, it’s Bogair’s fight and his alone, go kill off the other ogres.” Like a flash they were off, “They’ll have fun.” thought Bogair. Bogair ripped his shield from his arm, causing him to scream again. Arrick got to his feet and laughed, “Is that the best you have Hatefang? I thought a General of Mordor had better fighting ability then that.” He charged in again, going in for the kill, Bogair knew he had to make a move that would open up Arrick’s defense to a kill shot. When Arrick made his strike Bogair shouted, “THERE!” he gave a great lunge, and caught Arrick straight on the thigh with his flail head, the bone in his leg broke, it’s shattering sound echoing through all Lothlorien, causing the birds to flee from their nests. Aarick gave a relieving scream of pain as Bogair stood straight up, then with one more massive swing of his flail, caught Arrick right on the side of the head. Knowing Deathblow was defeated, Bogair started walking toward Xash, when he finally made it to him Bogair said, “See Xash told you I wouldn’t betray you.” And passed out. When Bogair finally woke up... Layak Macgregor and Loki MacGregor turned and saw four more Ogres charging in on them. Layak ripped his glittering sword from the belly of a dead ogre and nudged Loki "Here comes more fun Brother" Layak Grinned and held up his shield getting into a good stance to embrace a shield charge. Loki repeated the gesture connecting his shield and Layaks together. In came the ogres roaring a bloodthirsty roar that Layak knew too well himself. Layak Hissed baring his fangs before with his foot nudged Loki's, he nodded in agreement. The Ogres bent behind their shields to ram into the brothers, instead gettings a face full of shield and dirt. Layak and Loki at the last moment stepped out of the way shoving their feet underneath the last two causing them to trip and land on the other ones, they fell as well. Three of the ogres recovered quickly, but Layak shoved his sword into the back of one ogre, and Loki slammed his flail head into the ogres head killing it. The brothers took a step back from the dead ogre reforming their miniature shield wall. This time the ogres were more carefull and tried not to underestimate the young half elves in front of them. The ogres decided to triangle around the brothers. Loki and Layak pressed their backs together and made sure every test strike the ogres threw were blocked carefully and without giving off any valuable information about their fighting styles. The ogre in front of Layak wielded a club and medium shield, the other two flails and medium shields, Layak noted. Layak leaned back and whispered to Loki "What next brother?" "They wont expect a charge, what do yah got as weapons?" "I've got a rock, javie, and sword." "Throw the rock, at the one in front of you, hit the belly, charge and stab him in the chest, go" Layak grinned and secretly pulled out his rock, and in a flash the rock struck the ogre in the chest causing his gaurd off in surprise. Layak was there in another flash javie shoving threw into the ogres chest. He romoved his javie and went back to his brother who was now under attack. Loki was blocking two constant flail attacks. He went to block one flail leaving his side open to the other ogre who went for the hit. Loki's eyes went wide, for a split second before he saw Layak. Layak dropped his weapons and shield and was now entangled with the ogre grappling with the flail. He dropped to his knee's the flail still being grappled wraped his folded legs around the ogres and tripped him onto his butt. The Flail was in Layaks hand now and was swung with full, undead strength into the top of the ogres head. Loki Advanced on the remaining ogre blocking the flail and attacking with his own. The ogre easily blocked his attacks as easily as Loki did the ogres. Loki suddenly faked his swing over his shield and instead went under his shield crushing the ogres left leg in a deathening crunch. The ogre went down without a scream and instead raised his shield, and swung his flail. Loki blocked and twisted his shield in just the right way to slide the shield through the ogre's arm cutting it off, dropped his flail, grabbed his javie and ran up the ogre's shield. At the end of the shield, Loki flipped shoving his javie through the ogres back and landed on his feet, grinning at his brother. Layak shook his head and walked back to the fight with Bogair and Arrick. a couple hours later Layak sat on a branch staring off into space, his crimson eyes, occasionally drifted to the ogre laying on the ground. Then he heard Lyradil speak, "Ah, greetings Bogair, quite a show you put on. I took the pleasure of healing you..again." He smirked. Bogair stood up and looked around. "Who are these people?" "The MacGregors, a loyal family to lothlorien and Aristata. Good friends of ours, care to meet them?" Bogair nodded once "They helped, I would certainly like to know their names and thank them." Layaks mother and father stood and moved to Lyradil's side, Lykos spoke first, "My names Lykos MacGregor, This here, I believe you've already met, Aisling MacGregor.--" "You're human?" Bogair interrupted "Yes, Aisling is a fae trapped in an elven body, interesting isnt it. Anyway, This boy here is Loki Loki MacGregor. And that up--" "HE HAS A TAIL!!!" yelped Bogair Loki, Aisling, and Lykos laughed, and Layak chuckled softly up in his tree. "Yes, Yes he does, he is a fox demon, a kitsune. Now, please let me continue," he chuckled, "That up there in the tree, pretending he isnt paying attention is Layak MacGregor" "At least he isnt as odd as the rest of you, he's merely half-elven." Bogair remarked teasingly. "Actually he's Vampiric." Bogair's eyes widened alittle and went to look up at Layak in the tree, but he was already standing in front of him. "Where in the--" Layak Grinned. Bogair shook his head and looked at the MacGregors, "Thank you all for your help." The MacGregors nodded and Lykos smiled warmly, "We were glad to help, Bogair Hatefang, welcome to Lothlorien."

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A History of Bogair Hatefang Part 1

The forest around the Bogair Hatefang had grown deathly quiet. No birds, no bugs, no small rodents scurried across the leaf littered floor. The Ogre looked down at his ruined legs, and grimaced in silent pain. He had been taught since he was a young whelp to take the suffering quietly. Crying out will give your position away, and you don’t get caught injured by the enemy.

Bogair winced as he re-positioned himself under the massive tree that had fallen on him. Those leaf loving elves must have set this trap, but he had been told all the Elves had left the forests of Lothlorien. Perhaps he had stumbled into one of their older dead falls. Either way, he was stuck under a tree log so big even he could not lift it. His legs were jelly under the weight. He knew he would never walk again.

The first sounds of approach came from the East. It was large, big enough to be a bear as it moved through the underbrush. Bogair had been hoping a large predator would come along. He had no desire to be picked apart a little at a time by scavengers. A nice big bear would end this quickly. Bogair fingered his flail’s handle. A part of him still wanted to kill it, even if it was an animal to put him out of his misery. It was no bear that broke through and looked down on Bogair, but another Ogre. He quickly recognized the newcomer was Arrick Deathblow. Crap, thought Bogair. Arrick was the leader of his Scout Patrol, and he was not a forgiving master. Arrick would not be pleased that Bogair had injured himself. “Hatefang! Why are you laying down? I will kill you for your laziness, dog”, the larger Ogre yelled. “I can’t get up, Deathblow. My legs are trapped. I need help.” Bogair roared back, whapping the trunk of the massive tree with his flail. Arrick studied the scene closer for a moment, then barked out a laugh that scared animals from every tree in the area. The older veteran laughed so hard he had to support himself by leaning on the very log that held Bogair fast. Through his guffaws, he managed to address Bogair, and the words turned Bogair’s blood cold. “You worthless, spineless, stump of an idiot; I should have known you were too stupid to do something as simple as Scout through abandoned forests. I told the Generals you were useless, and you have proven me right yet again.” Arrick banged his fist on the massive tree. “This is a fitting end for you here, Hatefang. You can rot with this log for all I care. It is fitting that one as weak as you should die in the forest of the Weak Elves as well.” He boomed with laughter as he got up and placed his club on his shoulder. He stepped away from Bogair and turned to leave the helpless ogre laying where he was. “You can’t leave me like this, Deathblow! You can’t leave me here to die!” The veteran warrior continued to stride away. *** Bogair had given up all hope. His arm was weak from striking the log out of frustration. It was only after a few minutes of sitting quietly, that he realized he was no longer alone. Bogair tried to look around him as nonchalantly as he could. He knew something was nearby, but he could not tell where. He scanned the forest around him and looked through the treetops. He was about to chalk it up to delusional paranoia when a soft voice made him jump, and subsequently wince in pain. “You have certainly gotten yourself into a jam, Ogre” Bogair turned his head quickly, and standing not four feet from him was an elf. He was kneeling down looking at Bogair’s hips and feet, his eyes scrutinizing every bit of information. The fallen Ogre dropped his head back to the earth. Not Elves, he thought, anything but elves. He turned back to the elf that was still looking at him. “Just run me through and kill me, Long ears. Don’t let me suffer any longer”. “Ok” Bogair turned his head to the new voice that appeared on his other side. Great, TWO Elves. The new Elf drew his arrow back that was knocked, and aimed it at the Ogre’s heart. Bogair readied himself for the killing flight of the elven archer’s weapon. “Hold Xash”, the first Elf said quietly. “Not yet, brother”. Bogair peeked one eye open to stare at the Elf with the bow. He could see that Xash lowered the arrow reluctantly, but seemed willing to obey the first elf. The elf with the bow rolled his eyes. “Why do you always want to talk to them, Lyradil? Why can’t we find something in the woods and just deal with it, rather than stop and have a conversation with it?” The Elf called Lyradil smiled at Xash. “How are we supposed to meet new friends if you keep trying to shoot them all?” Bogair stared at them both in wonder. He had a lot of preconceptions about Elves, and had been told they taste good with butter, but he had never expected them to be merciful. Lyradil patted the Ogre’s arm. “Not to worry big fellow. I am sure we can get this thing off of you… eventually.” True to his word, Lyradil and Xash brought out axes and began chopping the tree into smaller pieces. At last, a much smaller log was lifted up by ropes from on top of the Ogre. They pulled the tree to the side and let it drop with a tremendous thud. With the release of the log though, came the excruciating pain of his injuries. The Ogre held his breath and bit his lip, but the pain was finally too much and he fell back screaming in agony. Lyradil leaned down to the Ogre, and whispered softly to him. “I can heal you, but I have to have your word. I need your word you will not harm myself or any one under my protection. You must not turn on us, and you must pledge your loyalty to my realm.” Bogair Hatefang could not believe the words from this Elf. Surely the pointy eared twit must realize that he could easily go back on his word; unless the little demon healed him just enough to be his slave. That was going to be it, he thought. I am to be the hobbled and deformed slave of the Elves. But the pain was too great, and while he would not be a slave, he could not bare the pain much more. Finally, he relented. “I Swear!” he bellowed. “I swear my fealty to you, I swear!” Lyradil wasted no time, and quickly reached his hands down over the legs of the wounded Ogre. His hands glowed a golden orange, like the soft sunrise over the mountains in summer. Bogair slowly noticed his pain was lessening, and warmth was spreading through his ruined legs. His feet! He began to feel his feet and toes again, for the first time in hours. The warm magic of the Elf crawled up his body, his torso, and up into his head. The feeling was the happiest he had ever experienced, and he let his head drop back into the soft loam of the forest floor. He felt a touch on his arm, and when Bogair opened his eyes, he saw the Elf Lyradil smiling down at him. He glanced down at his legs and knew they were most likely just healed enough to let him shuffle along, but never to run again. He stared in shock at his legs, his perfectly healed legs. Lyradil grinned at him and offered his hand to the Ogre. Xash helped him from the other side, but still seemed upset. “I swear, my bow is never going to get to slay evil in this forest” Bogair cocked his head and smiled at the second Elf. “Actually… I can show you where the leader of a scouting party is…”