Board Thread:Fan Fiction Board./@comment-25124648-20151208155854

(This is my first story, and I'm not very good at writing these, so bear with me guys)

Andarr sat in his ship, looking over the pale blue sea. He had left the Grey Havens to go looking for ancient artifacts from Beleriand. So far he had a few unrecognizable pieces of steel and a log of petrified wood. Not such a great haul. But he looked up just then, in the distance, was a jagged rock sticking up from the sea, and lying on it were the shards of a sword. Next to the sword was the skeleton of an orc with an arrow in its chest. Andarr docked his ship next to the rock, climbed out, and picked up the hilt of the sword. It was an ordinary elven sword, with the word Glânlass inscribed on it. Poor orc must’ve taken the sword from the ground only to be killed on the rocks. Andarr took the shards, boarded his ship, and continued to look around.

(It's pretty short. Tell me if you liked it in the comments.)  