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Post by Galdor Nénharma on Feb 16, 2004 18:19:07 GMT -5
Galdor woke from his fever feeling much better. He looked around his room and saw lines of beds holding injured elves. The elven maiden was busy tending the wounds of an elf who had been shot in the stomach with an orc arrow. Galdor stat up, wincing with pain as he stood on his feet. Whatever wounds he had suffered from the earlier battle had not fully mended, but he was sure that he could fight again. Galdor limped out of the infirmary, and went to find someone to tell him where the battle was the thickest.
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Post by feanaromithrandir on Feb 17, 2004 13:03:30 GMT -5
It seemed Fëanáro had been fighting forever, the orcs just kept coming and he wasn't sure how many more there was but the reinforcements he brought had helped a lot there were more orcs on the ground that elves which was a good start but how long would this take, how many more orcs can there be? So mant elves were dead of injured and he hoped the injured ones would make a quick recovery, they needed everyone they could get...
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Post by manwe on Feb 17, 2004 15:31:27 GMT -5
As Amras re-entered the battle, he realised that there was more Elves. Seeing this lifted his heart greatly. Hoped of the horse. As he landed a searing pain went up his leg but he ignored it. He drew is one blade he had left. He went into the fray and started killing orc after orc. A glancing blow from an orc hit him. He was hit but his fathers trusty armour protected him. With all of his fellow kinsmen around defending with him, he was proud.
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Post by feanaromithrandir on Feb 17, 2004 15:35:41 GMT -5
Fëanáro turned to his left and saw Amras take a blow from an on coming orc, he went to run to him but Amras struck the orc down and his armour seemed to have protected him, Fëanáro made his way over, cutting through the orcs as they came to him, "Amras I was told you were injured why are you fighting, you just risk further injury."
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Post by Gelmir Elensar on Feb 17, 2004 17:12:09 GMT -5
a reinforcement rushed over to Amras "Lord they just keep coming"as Another 3 orcs came runing towards the three as all three of them whipped them out with ease.
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Post by feanaromithrandir on Feb 17, 2004 17:34:01 GMT -5
Fëanáro was looking at the battle, he looked left and right and he could see elves everywhere being cut down, good elves that deserved much longer lives, there was fire in Fëanáro eyes, he tightened his grip on Iziníxu and Nglkaur (his ninja knives ;D), he went into a fury and he began slicing and chopping all the orcs around him, he was quick and light on his feet but at the same time powerful and deadly, he had pushed forward a bit too much and he was deep in orcs, he had got himself in a lot of trouble, "Well, the only way is forward." He thought to himself so he pushed on, he didn't know where he was going but he was going to see how many orcs were coming from that direction, he didn't know if anybody was with him, he didn't have time to look back....
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Post by Galdor Nénharma on Feb 17, 2004 20:12:11 GMT -5
Galdor reached the edge of the forest and spied the battle that laid before him. Taking his bow and a fresh supply of arrows, he stood and rained death onto his enemies. Once, he sighted Amras being rushed by three orcs. His friend did not see them, and he never would, for Galdor’s arrows struck their backs. Time lost any meaning to Galdor. Bolt after blot he loosed from his Galdrim bow. Finally he reached back into his quiver, to discover he had shot his whole supply. Galdor then reached for his sword, and went to join the fray...
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Post by Elenar on Feb 17, 2004 20:34:07 GMT -5
Mithraeyn walked through the calm woods of Rivendell, making his way back to the battle on foot, as the stables were emptied. Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice, "Mithraeyn? Hail!" It was Tondirr, a Dunedain friend who had left two months ago to go patrol the ruins of Fornost. And behind him.....thirty other Rangers. The relief was visible on Mithraeyn's face. "We received word of an attack on Imladris, I gathered as many as I could. How fare us in the battle?" Mithraeyn replied, "Many have fallen. I was injured myself, and I was going to rejoin the battle when you called me. You couldn't have come at a better time, let's go." "Yes, let's." The Dunedain followed quickly behind Mithraeyn and Hilrunir, their assumed leader. When they drew near to the Western Pass, the sounds of battle could be heard. The group slowly crept to a ridge above the Pass, and looked down. A huge tide of black was rushing from the west through the narrow ravine. And stopping them, a small army of Elves, larger than the last time Mithraeyn had seen them, but still obviously not large enough to hold for much longer. Tondirr swore softly, "So many..." The Dunedain and the Elf drew their bows, and fired. The arrows sank into the first few ranks of orcs, thinning them out quite nicely. Then they noticed the two trolls. Immediately, ten Dunedain began pelting the trolls with arrows, but they proved only a distraction to the trolls. Mithraeyn drew bead on another orc and fired, catching it in the throat. He sighed, he was running low on arrows, and the orcs just kept on coming. The Elf drew another arrow and fired.
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Post by Galdor Nénharma on Feb 17, 2004 20:59:29 GMT -5
The orcs came wave after wave, like a poisoned see at high tide. With every orc Galdor killed, three took his place. Galdor had lost his war fury, he had gained a cold, almost mechanical, view on the battle. Galdor slew orcs all around him with a cold precision; a stab here, parry there It had become a cold, deadly dance. Galdor danced with Death, and felt no emotions. All Galdor felt was the need to kill the orcs, and he did just that. There were always more, so the dance continued...
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Post by Valandil Calime on Feb 17, 2004 21:33:51 GMT -5
Camathar noticed Mithraeyn and the group of rangers on the ridge. He gathered about twelve elven warriors and they sped off to the ridge, using the trees. When they reached the group they dropped from above. "Hail Mithraeyn, you and your friends are most welcome" He clapped the elf on the shoulder "I have a plan", he spoke to the whole group "I, or we if you wish to come also, will lead these twelve" He pointed to his elven companions "and if you wish to bring along your ranger friends, further down the line of orcs, and attack in the middle of the army, hopefully throwing them into confusion, and catching them by suprise, what say you?"
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Post by feanaromithrandir on Feb 18, 2004 3:45:40 GMT -5
Fëanáro was deep in orcs, he had pushed onwards and was now stuck with orcs all around, most were ignoring him even if he took a slash at them, he was surrounded by oncoming orcs, he was sure he was standing on his own grave...
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Post by manwe on Feb 18, 2004 9:37:58 GMT -5
Amras carried on slaying orc after orc. He was mad. "When will they stop coming he said to himself". He turned, stabbed an orc in the face and stumbled. Trying to get up with one hand, he saw his lost sword. He put it in his sheath. But he could not Get up. He saw an oncoming orc. He got one of his dear blades and stuck it in the orc. He then hauled himself up. He looked around to see where he was needed most. He saw a group of trapped elves. Then he saw his friend Fëanáro trapped by orcs. He was angry. With a war cry he charged at the orcs. He and Fëanáro were back to back. "I thought i`d come and drop in" Amras said to Fëanáro. And with that they battled on bravely.
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Post by feanaromithrandir on Feb 18, 2004 12:52:25 GMT -5
Fëanáro smiled, " 'Twas a good time to drop in Amras, hows tha-" Fëanáro was cut short when an orc jumped at him he brought his blades up to meet the orc in the face, it did a backflip and hit the ground twisting it's spine, "How's you arm?" One of Fëanáro's blades was knoked from his hand, it was falling to the ground and he kicked it, it flew upwards and stabbed an orc on the bridge of it's nose, Fëanáro laughed, his face then turned from laughter to an evil grin, he was enjoying this, not tha fact that elves were dying but he was killing orcs, slaying the scum of Middle Earth and it felt good.
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Post by manwe on Feb 18, 2004 13:05:37 GMT -5
"My arm?I would tell you but i cant feel it" Amras said. He did a spinning kick on an orc and broke its neck. "That felt good"He yelled. They were slaying orc after orc. He was also enjoying killing orcs. He saw a orc about to hit Fëanáro. He jumped in front of the blow. Once again his fathers armour protected him. "If we ever get out of this alive, you buy all the ales from now on" He said smiling at Fëanáro. Then they battled on.
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Post by feanaromithrandir on Feb 18, 2004 13:11:07 GMT -5
"Buy?I've never bought an ale in my life! How bout I fix up that armour a bit for you? Looks a bit bashed." Fëanáro moved behind Amras and drew his bow, he raised it to the air and began rapidly firing, he quickly ran out of arrows, he moved forward and the oncoming orcs seemed thinner, for 5 or 6 seconds....
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