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~A Man's Demise~
The sea of orcs washed over me. Merry and Pippin watched dumbfounded as I fought for them. I paused for a moment but was not idle. I pulled out the Horn of Gondor and blew as hard as I could signaling for help. But none came.
Their numbers decreased, but I fought harder than ever. Heads rolled on the ground as my sword sang through the air. I turned around and pain shot through my body. I staggered backwards and saw the large ugly shaft growing from my shoulder. I caught my breath, but wheeled around despite the agony to block off a new wave of foes. Another arrow whistled through the air and landed in my stomach. I almost doubled over with pain, but I saw the astonished faces of the hobbits I had to protect. I swung my sword in the air and it felt as though someone was taking a knife and slashing up my insides. There was another shaft protruding from my chest. I fell to my knees. I felt dizzy and weak, but I battled with these feelings. I could not fail, not after what I had said to Frodo.
I heard a battle cry and the halflings drew their swords. The orcs paid no heed to me, and instead scooped them up in their arms. This hurt me even more than the weapons in my body. Looking ahead of me I came eye to eye with the biggest orc I had ever seen. His mouth twisted into a sneer as he strung his bow. I just sat there, unable to do anything. Death would be welcome to me, but not like this. I tried to breath as I looked down the shaft at the horrible face.
Then Aragorn did a deed that made me want to take back all of the things I had thought about him before. He rushed to my aid, sword in hand. The bow dropped from the orc's grasp as he was upon it. Aragorn shoved a dagger in its leg. His foe removed it and threw it back, but the man was swift and deflected it with his sword. I saw no more of the battle for I collapsed onto the ground.
I saw an orc head rolling on the ground some time later and Aragorn was kneeling over me. "They took the halflings," I managed to choke out, the taste of blood fresh in my mouth. "Where is Frodo?"
Frodo and Sam had left for Mordor alone, those fools. I knew they'd never make it unharmed. Nobody ever just walks into that foul place.
Aragorn and I spoke for a minute. I heard his promise not to let Minas Tirith fall, but then I could feel my face turn pale and cold as I struggled for breath. Finally, I said, " We would walk into Gondor and the heralds would announce that the Steward and the King have arrived." Aragorn smiled weakly. "I would follow you, my brother, my captain, my king." I felt my life slip away from me. All I could think of in that moment was how wrong I had been about this man.
A/N: This is my first story and not one of my best, so feel free to give me any advice on my writing!
~A Man's Demise~
The sea of orcs washed over me. Merry and Pippin watched dumbfounded as I fought for them. I paused for a moment but was not idle. I pulled out the Horn of Gondor and blew as hard as I could signaling for help. But none came.
Their numbers decreased, but I fought harder than ever. Heads rolled on the ground as my sword sang through the air. I turned around and pain shot through my body. I staggered backwards and saw the large ugly shaft growing from my shoulder. I caught my breath, but wheeled around despite the agony to block off a new wave of foes. Another arrow whistled through the air and landed in my stomach. I almost doubled over with pain, but I saw the astonished faces of the hobbits I had to protect. I swung my sword in the air and it felt as though someone was taking a knife and slashing up my insides. There was another shaft protruding from my chest. I fell to my knees. I felt dizzy and weak, but I battled with these feelings. I could not fail, not after what I had said to Frodo.
I heard a battle cry and the halflings drew their swords. The orcs paid no heed to me, and instead scooped them up in their arms. This hurt me even more than the weapons in my body. Looking ahead of me I came eye to eye with the biggest orc I had ever seen. His mouth twisted into a sneer as he strung his bow. I just sat there, unable to do anything. Death would be welcome to me, but not like this. I tried to breath as I looked down the shaft at the horrible face.
Then Aragorn did a deed that made me want to take back all of the things I had thought about him before. He rushed to my aid, sword in hand. The bow dropped from the orc's grasp as he was upon it. Aragorn shoved a dagger in its leg. His foe removed it and threw it back, but the man was swift and deflected it with his sword. I saw no more of the battle for I collapsed onto the ground.
I saw an orc head rolling on the ground some time later and Aragorn was kneeling over me. "They took the halflings," I managed to choke out, the taste of blood fresh in my mouth. "Where is Frodo?"
Frodo and Sam had left for Mordor alone, those fools. I knew they'd never make it unharmed. Nobody ever just walks into that foul place.
Aragorn and I spoke for a minute. I heard his promise not to let Minas Tirith fall, but then I could feel my face turn pale and cold as I struggled for breath. Finally, I said, " We would walk into Gondor and the heralds would announce that the Steward and the King have arrived." Aragorn smiled weakly. "I would follow you, my brother, my captain, my king." I felt my life slip away from me. All I could think of in that moment was how wrong I had been about this man.
A/N: This is my first story and not one of my best, so feel free to give me any advice on my writing!