Prologue
Blood stained Elrondor's once shiny armour; his hands cut and bled with thick, red, sticky and warm liquid. Victory was near and he could sense the Urúk-Hai pulling back as the stench of dead bodies of Elves, Ents, and Urúk-Hai crossed his scent. "Treebeard, watch out!" he yelled over his shoulder to the tree- herder, one of his closest friends of these long ages. Slowly but with great speed, Treebeard turned around and with a branch-arm flung back and forth bringing down several Urúk-Hai. The Fields of Gladden were covered with Urúk-Hai, both dead and alive. The breed, which never entirely left Middle-Earth ever since Saurman released the foul creatures, the remainder of them banded together and fought whatever came their way, which they opposed. "Elrondor! Orad-Dúr!" Enyawen called out, her fair voice giving Elrondor a new strength. He looked over to where her voice came from, seeing her standing in a bloodstained dark blue dress, which was torn and pulled at. Her dark brown hair messy and tangled, with a sword held strongly and expertly in her bruised hand. She looked absolutely beautiful. She was only a few hundred years younger than him, which didn't mean much when you were an elf. They had been childhood friends who had fallen for each other and ended up getting married to seal their love for one another. Together they had stood by each other in times of trouble and need. They've been through good times and bad, and their love for one another never wavered through the waves of love. He ran toward her, slashing an Urúk-Hai on the way, who gave him quite a fight. "Treebeard!" Enyawen shouted when he'd reached her side; "Over there!" she said turning her head toward the direction of Orad-Dúr. "I've waited a long time for this Enyawen & Elrondor, I know you have too." His deep voice came out. "To the leader!" and with that his long legs stepped hugely toward the leader of the Urúk-Hai. Elrondor and his beloved wife followed, swords held high, with hatred and malice running freshly through their veins. Orad-Dúr, tall, ugly, hated among the world of free peoples now stood in front of him and his two companions. A creature that looked like he lived in mud and was bred in the wild, speed was given to this thing that set its will against the world Evil was his foundation & murder was his joy. Now Elrondor had the chance to kill him, to free the peoples of Middle-Earth from fear of evil. "When I kill you, I hope you feel everlasting pain." Treebeard spoke gravely, and raised his foot up high, getting ready to step on Orad-Dúr. Silence. Then a deep, earth-rumbling scream escaped from the lips of Treebeard, as Orad-Dúr slowly took his sword out of the old Ents' foot. Treebeard hopped away in pain towards the trees in the forest. At once him and Enyawen brought their swords toward him and the leader of the Urúk-Hai lowered his gleaming sword and swung a huge blow at Enyawens' neck, she ducked & leaning forward and skillfully stabbed him in the knee. She pulled out and swung a blow, which narrowly missed his torso. Elrondor stuck his sword into the small of his back, driving it in as deep as possible, Orad-Dúr took his sword and raised it above his head and brought it down behind his back, connecting with Elrondor's blade, brought it back up with the edge of his blade running up Elrondor's neck. Frantically he yanked his sword back out of the creatures' flesh and ducked as Orad-Dúr turned around and delivered a slice above his head. His wife, bow in hand let an arrow loose which he inflicted with his sword. She let loose another arrow which went clean through his hand, with a growl he pulled out the arrow slowly in front of her and crushed it in his hands. Again she let another arrow go, and it hit is shoulder, he kept walking toward her, with menacing steps as she let loose another arrow. It hit the same spot, and he kept on walking. Elrondor charged behind him and jumped on his back, his sword digging into the evils flesh. Orad-Dúr took out his sword and using the hilt of it slammed it into Elrondors' upper shoulder, sending him and the sword falling hard to the ground behind the Urúk-Hai's leader. Orad-Dúr advanced on Enyawen, and she flung a few more arrows, but they did nothing. She took up her sword and delivered a deadly blow to his neck, but not enough to kill him, or severely injure him. At the force of her own swing, she fell back. Orad-Dúr standing above her, she raised up her sword once again. The last thing Elrondor remembered seeing was Orad-Dúr drive a sword through his wife's body, and a piercing scream of pain and agony as she experienced her last moments on Middle-Earth, and he was too late to save her. His own death which he knew was just moments away, mattered less to him then that of his Enyawen. The 3rd March of the Ents had failed, and the death of Elrondor brother of Elrond & son of Eärendil, and Enyawen daughter of Finglofin was forever remembered.
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Blood stained Elrondor's once shiny armour; his hands cut and bled with thick, red, sticky and warm liquid. Victory was near and he could sense the Urúk-Hai pulling back as the stench of dead bodies of Elves, Ents, and Urúk-Hai crossed his scent. "Treebeard, watch out!" he yelled over his shoulder to the tree- herder, one of his closest friends of these long ages. Slowly but with great speed, Treebeard turned around and with a branch-arm flung back and forth bringing down several Urúk-Hai. The Fields of Gladden were covered with Urúk-Hai, both dead and alive. The breed, which never entirely left Middle-Earth ever since Saurman released the foul creatures, the remainder of them banded together and fought whatever came their way, which they opposed. "Elrondor! Orad-Dúr!" Enyawen called out, her fair voice giving Elrondor a new strength. He looked over to where her voice came from, seeing her standing in a bloodstained dark blue dress, which was torn and pulled at. Her dark brown hair messy and tangled, with a sword held strongly and expertly in her bruised hand. She looked absolutely beautiful. She was only a few hundred years younger than him, which didn't mean much when you were an elf. They had been childhood friends who had fallen for each other and ended up getting married to seal their love for one another. Together they had stood by each other in times of trouble and need. They've been through good times and bad, and their love for one another never wavered through the waves of love. He ran toward her, slashing an Urúk-Hai on the way, who gave him quite a fight. "Treebeard!" Enyawen shouted when he'd reached her side; "Over there!" she said turning her head toward the direction of Orad-Dúr. "I've waited a long time for this Enyawen & Elrondor, I know you have too." His deep voice came out. "To the leader!" and with that his long legs stepped hugely toward the leader of the Urúk-Hai. Elrondor and his beloved wife followed, swords held high, with hatred and malice running freshly through their veins. Orad-Dúr, tall, ugly, hated among the world of free peoples now stood in front of him and his two companions. A creature that looked like he lived in mud and was bred in the wild, speed was given to this thing that set its will against the world Evil was his foundation & murder was his joy. Now Elrondor had the chance to kill him, to free the peoples of Middle-Earth from fear of evil. "When I kill you, I hope you feel everlasting pain." Treebeard spoke gravely, and raised his foot up high, getting ready to step on Orad-Dúr. Silence. Then a deep, earth-rumbling scream escaped from the lips of Treebeard, as Orad-Dúr slowly took his sword out of the old Ents' foot. Treebeard hopped away in pain towards the trees in the forest. At once him and Enyawen brought their swords toward him and the leader of the Urúk-Hai lowered his gleaming sword and swung a huge blow at Enyawens' neck, she ducked & leaning forward and skillfully stabbed him in the knee. She pulled out and swung a blow, which narrowly missed his torso. Elrondor stuck his sword into the small of his back, driving it in as deep as possible, Orad-Dúr took his sword and raised it above his head and brought it down behind his back, connecting with Elrondor's blade, brought it back up with the edge of his blade running up Elrondor's neck. Frantically he yanked his sword back out of the creatures' flesh and ducked as Orad-Dúr turned around and delivered a slice above his head. His wife, bow in hand let an arrow loose which he inflicted with his sword. She let loose another arrow which went clean through his hand, with a growl he pulled out the arrow slowly in front of her and crushed it in his hands. Again she let another arrow go, and it hit is shoulder, he kept walking toward her, with menacing steps as she let loose another arrow. It hit the same spot, and he kept on walking. Elrondor charged behind him and jumped on his back, his sword digging into the evils flesh. Orad-Dúr took out his sword and using the hilt of it slammed it into Elrondors' upper shoulder, sending him and the sword falling hard to the ground behind the Urúk-Hai's leader. Orad-Dúr advanced on Enyawen, and she flung a few more arrows, but they did nothing. She took up her sword and delivered a deadly blow to his neck, but not enough to kill him, or severely injure him. At the force of her own swing, she fell back. Orad-Dúr standing above her, she raised up her sword once again. The last thing Elrondor remembered seeing was Orad-Dúr drive a sword through his wife's body, and a piercing scream of pain and agony as she experienced her last moments on Middle-Earth, and he was too late to save her. His own death which he knew was just moments away, mattered less to him then that of his Enyawen. The 3rd March of the Ents had failed, and the death of Elrondor brother of Elrond & son of Eärendil, and Enyawen daughter of Finglofin was forever remembered.
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