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Adult +
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13
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32
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chapter 9
Chapter 9
Arrows rained down from the dark starlit sky to fall upon the Uruk-hai that now surged forward, weapons poised to attack the Elves that rushed to the defense of the small village un siege.
Many of the Uruk’s fell and the few that remained crashed headlong into the line of Elves, schimters raised in the air. While the majority of the Elves stood and fought Haldir ran for the burning village, shoving Uruk’s out of his way, and fighting those that he could not avoid.
Humans lie dead on the ground everywhere when Haldir had finally fought his way into the village. Fear for Lorelie spurred him on, only turning once to find Rumil to be at his back fighting a particularly large, very ugly Uruk.
“Lorelie!” He shouted into the chaos, hoping to find her near.
All the reply he received came in the form of a cry for assistance from Rumil, who was slowly being over-powered by the Uruk he fought. A swift glance at their surroundings found the rest of the Galadhrim at too far of a distance, or occupied themselves in battle.
Haldir rushed to his brother aid, pulling his sword from his side and slashed it across the back of the creatures legs knocking it to the ground. He then pulled a dagger from his quiver hanging from his back and plunged it deep into the beasts black heart.
The battle was over, and there were found to be few human survivors, and of those few left many were gravely injured.
Lorelie was not among them.
Bodies of the dead were gathered, and carefully lined up for burial.
Lorelie was not among them.
Haldir was frantic. He knew that that could only leave one place for her to be, the still burning rubble of the ruined homes of the villagers. He knew that it could only mean her death, and he was unable to accept that.
“Sir, the humans have been tended to, and several of your wardens are in the process of digging graves for those who did not survive the attack. What are your orders for the others?”
One of his leading ranked wardens came forward from the village to stand by Haldir with a wet rag in hand, washing away the dirt, ash and soot from the battle.
“Gather the Uruks and drag them far from the village, then burn them. I will not have them pollute these lands a moment longer.” Haldir replied icily.
The warden nodded his understanding, and rushed off the relay Haldir’s orders to the others.
Haldir released a despairing sigh and moved to sit on a piece of downed fencing, ruined when the Uruk’s charged at the Elves. He placed his face in his hands, moving them up over his face and through his hair, groaning out of frustration, and fear.
He felt lost, he didn’t know what to do, nor where Lorelie could be. He felt as though he had failed her somehow, felt that he should have been there to protect her in some way.
Sudden, and frantic shouting interrupted his inner battle, and he soon found an excited Rumil standing before him.
“You may want to see this Haldir. While collecting the bodies of the Uruk’s we have found something.”
Haldir jumped from the fallen fence, hope stirring in his heart. He angrily told himself that he should not hope, and rushed on at his brothers side, forcing his thoughts to the background.
What he was shown confused him. The wardens stood around a dead Uruk, lying face down in tall grass, an arrow protruding from it’s back. He turned to question his brother, who only nodded to another warden.
The warden stepped forward, bent down, and with a grunt, pushed the huge beast aside revealing a dirty, bloody, body of a human girl. Lorelie. It was his Lorelie. He fell to his knees and moved to her side. Pulling her a wrist from under her body he felt for a pulse.
He had never felt so relieved in his life. Except for maybe that one time when Galadriel promised not to tell anyone of some horrible thing he had done as an Elfling, but that is a story best kept secret.
Arrows rained down from the dark starlit sky to fall upon the Uruk-hai that now surged forward, weapons poised to attack the Elves that rushed to the defense of the small village un siege.
Many of the Uruk’s fell and the few that remained crashed headlong into the line of Elves, schimters raised in the air. While the majority of the Elves stood and fought Haldir ran for the burning village, shoving Uruk’s out of his way, and fighting those that he could not avoid.
Humans lie dead on the ground everywhere when Haldir had finally fought his way into the village. Fear for Lorelie spurred him on, only turning once to find Rumil to be at his back fighting a particularly large, very ugly Uruk.
“Lorelie!” He shouted into the chaos, hoping to find her near.
All the reply he received came in the form of a cry for assistance from Rumil, who was slowly being over-powered by the Uruk he fought. A swift glance at their surroundings found the rest of the Galadhrim at too far of a distance, or occupied themselves in battle.
Haldir rushed to his brother aid, pulling his sword from his side and slashed it across the back of the creatures legs knocking it to the ground. He then pulled a dagger from his quiver hanging from his back and plunged it deep into the beasts black heart.
The battle was over, and there were found to be few human survivors, and of those few left many were gravely injured.
Lorelie was not among them.
Bodies of the dead were gathered, and carefully lined up for burial.
Lorelie was not among them.
Haldir was frantic. He knew that that could only leave one place for her to be, the still burning rubble of the ruined homes of the villagers. He knew that it could only mean her death, and he was unable to accept that.
“Sir, the humans have been tended to, and several of your wardens are in the process of digging graves for those who did not survive the attack. What are your orders for the others?”
One of his leading ranked wardens came forward from the village to stand by Haldir with a wet rag in hand, washing away the dirt, ash and soot from the battle.
“Gather the Uruks and drag them far from the village, then burn them. I will not have them pollute these lands a moment longer.” Haldir replied icily.
The warden nodded his understanding, and rushed off the relay Haldir’s orders to the others.
Haldir released a despairing sigh and moved to sit on a piece of downed fencing, ruined when the Uruk’s charged at the Elves. He placed his face in his hands, moving them up over his face and through his hair, groaning out of frustration, and fear.
He felt lost, he didn’t know what to do, nor where Lorelie could be. He felt as though he had failed her somehow, felt that he should have been there to protect her in some way.
Sudden, and frantic shouting interrupted his inner battle, and he soon found an excited Rumil standing before him.
“You may want to see this Haldir. While collecting the bodies of the Uruk’s we have found something.”
Haldir jumped from the fallen fence, hope stirring in his heart. He angrily told himself that he should not hope, and rushed on at his brothers side, forcing his thoughts to the background.
What he was shown confused him. The wardens stood around a dead Uruk, lying face down in tall grass, an arrow protruding from it’s back. He turned to question his brother, who only nodded to another warden.
The warden stepped forward, bent down, and with a grunt, pushed the huge beast aside revealing a dirty, bloody, body of a human girl. Lorelie. It was his Lorelie. He fell to his knees and moved to her side. Pulling her a wrist from under her body he felt for a pulse.
He had never felt so relieved in his life. Except for maybe that one time when Galadriel promised not to tell anyone of some horrible thing he had done as an Elfling, but that is a story best kept secret.