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Post by Eärendur on May 23, 2004 0:24:07 GMT -5
Eärendur charged where Elrohir's body lay. His horse knocking out orcs and his dual blades flashing to the left and the right. Sometimes at the same side, making a single body split into three. His horse hit a loose bit of sand suddenly lifting Eärendur into the air. He was caught off guard but swiftly righted himself in the air. He landed softly on a couple of orcs. Fighting forward slaying 5 orcs as they stared at elrohirs body...semingly laughing. He wistled and his horse ran up beside Eärendur. He cut off a leg of a charging orc and picked up elrohirs body and bow and jumped on his horse.
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Post by elvensword on May 23, 2004 6:15:17 GMT -5
"There is too many of them" Cried Elesar to the others, "What shall we do?!"
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Post by Elenar on May 24, 2004 11:19:21 GMT -5
At noon, Elenar finally decided to ask Elrond what he should do. He had been mulling over whether to join those Elves who come and gone to reclaim Khazad-dum, but always held back by a sense of duty to protecting Imladris first.
Turning the corner to the gardens, he spotted the Master of the Big House standing alone in thought at the center of the garden. As Elenar walked up to him, Elrond noticed him. "Elenar, good day to you."
"And you, my lord," Elenar replied. "I...have been thinking...those Elves who passed through Imladris in the past few days, on their way to reclaim Moria, it..it got me thinking. What if there is plenty out there to experience, what if I could see so much more of the world."
"Ah, so you are implying that you wished to have gone with that group, is that right?" Elrond asked.
"Yes...may I? I'm sure I can catch up to them." Elenar was suddenly a seven-year old Elfling again, eager to go.
"Very well, but I do wish to see you come back to Imladris in one piece, and alive." Elrond smiled briefly. "Go on now."
Elenar breathlessly took his leave of Lord Elrond, and rushed to get his longsword, bow, quiver, and whatever else he needed. Grabbing a pair of saddlebags full of supplies, he saddled his horse and lept on. Strapping the scabbard of his sword to the side of the saddle, Elenar shouldered his bow, slung on the quiver, and he was off! Hopefully, the others hadn't gotten too far ahead.
Following the path he had heard them discuss, Elenar galloped his horse down the path by the Loudwater and crested a hill. The sight below made him freeze. A few Elves, the very Elves who had come to Rivendell, were fighting a desperate battle to stay alive against a veritable tide of orcs. Wow, didn't think I'd be fighting so soon. Quickly drawing a few arrows, Elenar nocked all four of them on his bow and fired into the orc ranks. Drawing again, he let loose with more white-feathered arrows, hoping to thin enough of the orcs so the Elves could stay alive.
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Post by elvensword on May 24, 2004 12:31:21 GMT -5
"We must fall back" cried Elesar, "Get on that hill and fire our arrows down on them" With that Elesar waved his blade at a large steep hill. The elves' horses would easily be able to gallop up it, but for the orcs it would be hard work getting up there especially while being fired at by arrows. Elesar rode up the hill and took his bow of his shoulder strap. He loded in an arrow and let it loose hitting an orc right in the neck and killing it instantly.
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Post by Eärendur on May 25, 2004 0:37:51 GMT -5
Earendur's horse had been wounded and he had sent it off to avoid furthur casualities. "WHAT!!! ME SHOOTING A BOW!!!!!" Earendur cried as he ran up the hill. "run ill cover you!!!" WIth a snarl Earendur lept at the groups of orcs laying out 2 with a single blow, 2, each with one sword. An orc lept at him slicing his sholder. Dodging another blow he slew the orc by cutting off both his arms. Earendur's eyes seemed to glow with red flame. An anger passed on him, bluring his vision but increasing his speed and strength. He became a blur of arms and limbs flailing while he slowly crept up the hill. "orodreth! Curse them! he cried" His yell seemed not elf like, more like a beast. His swords Mablung and Celebrimbor where covered with orc blood, Earendur also. He became a blur as he slowly crept up.
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Post by elvensword on May 25, 2004 12:25:45 GMT -5
Elesar and his elven soldiers were now at the top of the hill and were wildy sending arrows lose into the crowd of orcs. Elesar's tactic was proving most useful as whenever an orc got too close, he was shot immediately.
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Post by Valandil Calime on Jun 3, 2004 13:19:13 GMT -5
Valandil came riding over the hill from behind the other elves. As he crested the hill he loosed an arrow into the orcs, but without looking to see if it hit anything, shot another. As he set up another shot he saw Earendur running up the hill. An orc lept at him, but Valandil fired, hitting him with the arrow and knocking his leap off course so he missed Earendur. The orcs ranks were thinning greatly and Earendur was almost up the hill, they would win this battle easily enough now. But they had lost Elrohir, an accomplished warrior indeed, and also a dear friend to all of them.
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Post by elvensword on Jun 3, 2004 13:38:03 GMT -5
Without Elesar seeing this, an orc came right up the hill as fast as a speeding arrow and tackled Elesar to the floor, his bow and quiver of arrows went rolling down the hill and the orc was just about to take a bite into his flesh.
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Post by Eärendur on Jun 3, 2004 22:40:15 GMT -5
Eärendur saw elesar being tackled but was too far away for his swords. He sheathed them after falling behind the archers who didnt realize Elesar had been attacked.
He drew his bow and a quiver. He pulled back on the string. Wondering if Tulkas would bless him...or would he just hit elesar? With a thang the arrow flew threw the air..hiting the orc in leg. He screamed with pain and malevonence.
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Post by elvensword on Jun 4, 2004 10:26:33 GMT -5
The orc tumbled off Elesars body and quick as a flash Elesar has taken out his two daggers and imbedded them in the orc's neck. He put his daggers away again and made a run for his elven balde and retrieved in from the ground. But then at the bottom of the hill where about 15 orcs remained, one of them had picked up his bow and snapped it in half. It looked up at Elesar grinning nastily. That bow had belonged to Elesar's father and had been in the family for a long time, Elesar was angry now and he held his blade up high and cried, " aldamo nna i mandu!" and charged at the orc with rage filling his body.
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Post by Merwin Véneanár on Jun 4, 2004 19:05:25 GMT -5
Merwin ran into the commotion. he had just caught up with them. "I shouldn't help you, but to save myself, I must. Why did you leave? Never mind, lets kill some orc!"
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Post by elvensword on Jun 5, 2004 7:40:11 GMT -5
The orc that Elesar charged panicked and started to run. but Elesar sliced his blade into the orc's spine as he was running, two more came running up to Elesar with their weapons raised, but in one swift movement, Elesar cleaved off both of their heads. Only 5 orcs remained now.
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Post by Eärendur on Jun 5, 2004 14:56:36 GMT -5
The orcs all where backed up, back to back. Eärendur drew his bow and let it loose. The arrow flew threw the air missing the orc "grrrr these stupid things" He drew another one and realesed it the arrow flew threw the air hitting the orc in the gut, with a grunt the orc dropped. With a smile he took another arrow out.
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Post by elvensword on Jun 6, 2004 7:02:15 GMT -5
Elesar picked up his quiver, still full with the sleek arrows he had carved himself. He slung it over his back and then saw a rusty old orc bow on the ground near him. He ran for it and picked it up. "This'll have to do" he thought to himself. With that, he loaded an arrow onto the bowstring. It felt all strongy and slack, rather than the tight powerful elven bows he was used to. Nevertheless, it was a bow and it was better than nothing so he took aim and fired at an orc. The arrow was a bit off course due to the bad bow, but it still hit the orc right in the neck even though Elesar was aiming for its left eye.
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Post by manwe on Jul 12, 2004 12:19:29 GMT -5
Behind Eärendur, and orc was about to stab him in the back, and arrow hit it in the head.
A figure in a grey cloack came up the hill, he has leaning on his staff. He went for another arrow, but his quiver was empty. He dropped the bow. He stood motionless. His hood still up hiding his face.
He didn't draw his swords, but slumpt to the ground. His cloack was all singed. The hood fell back, it was Amras the wizard!
He fell, face first into the ground. No orc had hit him. Iit had been the fire beast of Moria! Amras died on the floor, releved from the pain.
But his body dissolved fluedly and fast into the ground.
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