Fadagarth followed uniformly in the
charge toward the ruined city of Osgiliath. Lord Faramir spurred his
steed on, his knights copying exactly. Fadagarth lowered his spear as
he prepared to enter the ruins. But it was a trap. An uncountable
number of Mordor Orcs appeared, hastily made bows at the ready. An
Orc General appeared, with a look of a farm hog, in his left hand he
clasped a flag, a flag with the symbol of the eye. He dropped the
flag down, and a black shadow came down upon the Gondorians. A crude
barbed arrow caught Lord Faramir, knocking him of his steed, foot
trapped in the stirrups. Many more of Fadagarth's countrymen fell
in the arrow shower. Fadagarth led the men on, urging his horse,
Ungad to keep going.
"For Gondor, And the White Tree!" Cried
Fadagarth
The nights ploughed into the Orc ranks, creating a whirl of horses and orcs. Fadagarth's spear felt the tangy taste of blood, piercing the Morgul Orc's hard plate armour. Fadagarth jumped down off Ungad, and drew his Ithillian Longsword. Stooping down under the blow of a mace, Fadagarth plunged his blade into the Mace's owner, warm scarlet liquid sprayed from the crevice left in the Orc, tinting Fadagarth's armour. Another Orc was sent into the abyss by Fadagarth's swordsmanship. A shrill came from the gloom above, and a fell beast came down upon the nights plucking them up into the forever darkening sky. Loosing his concentration an arrow struck Fadagarth, entering his chest cavity from the gap in his armour underneath his arm. Fadagarth let out a groan and collapsed onto his knees and then upon the body of a Dunedain.