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A/N: So people this is my second fic. It's very different from my first. And I also didn't have time to proofread it, though I did use spell check, so there may be some grammaical errors. Sorry for those. And of course. Review!!!!!!!! (Flames on the other hand will be laughed at, then be unappreciated, then ignored. Just warning you). On with the story.
Chapter 1
Caria stood in the tall mallorn tree, silent and motionless. Her sensitive ears picked out the direction of the approaching band of orcs long before they came into view. They were loud. They left a path of senseless destruction in their wake, hacking carelessly at the undergrowth of the forest.
They were approaching quickly. They were louder now and her keen eyes picked up movement to her right.
Caria unslung her bow from her back and picked out an arrow from her quiver. Quickly she notched the arrow to the bow string and drew it back, preparing to fire.
The band orcs came into view. They were just beneath her. She waited patiently as they passed under the tree without the faintest idea that she was watching them. They were looking for something, or someone, talking amongst themselves in their foul language.
She sighted on the last orc to pass and shot. It him in the top of his head and he let out a shocked gasp then a demented roar before falling lifeless to the ground
The other orcs looked back to see what had happened, only to find their companion dead. They mulled about under the tree trying to figure out what had killed him. The elven girl took this opportunity to fire more arrows into the cluster of orcs. Some of them hit and killed; many wounded but did not kill and some simply. She was firing almost blindly. She wanted to get as many arrows shot as possible before they realized where they were coming from.
Finally an orc had the sense to pull away from under the tree and she could no longer see them. The dense foliage of the mallorn tree blocked them from view.
Caria started and nearly fell out of the tree as an arrow embedded itself into the trunk beside her. Moments after more arrows flew by her. They were shooting at her. Quickly she climbed higher into the tree, out of range of the inaccurate, but numerous, orc arrows.
She picked up her bow and began firing blindly in the direction she had seen the orcs take. She was rewarded with a few strangled cries from the orcs as they died, but she assumed that she had missed many, since she had fired far more arrows then she heard screams.
An arrow brushed past her ear, making her jump. Her foot slipped as she landed back on the branch. She lost her footing and tumbled down through the branches, only barely managing to grab hold of a branch on her chute downwards. The shock nearly wrenched her arm off. She hung there for a minute, dazed, wondering if she had dislocated her shoulder.
The sound of orcs moving woke her from her trance. They had heard her fall. Quickly she brought her other arm up to the branch and swung herself up to the branch.
They were back under the tree now, bows at the ready. She too had taken out her bow and notched an arrow to the string. She fired her four remaining arrows and was happy to hear four screams as each met its target.
Caria rattle the tree even more, in an effort to get the orcs to use all their arrows. She would have to engage in battle and the last thing she need was arrows flying at her. It was simple and effective. The orcs began shooting at her, using up many of their arrows. Caria made sure to stay on the side of the tree with the least arrows coming towards it.
Eventually the orcs stopped shooting, convinced that they had either scared her off or wounded her badly enough not to come chasing after them. They continued toward the heart of Lothlórien. They knew they hadn't killed her because they kept glancing back to see if she had come down anywhere near.
Caria could not let them pass into the wood. It was her task to get rid of this band of orcs. She waited until the orcs were out of sight before dropping down to the ground. She retrieved her arrows from the fallen orcs and replaced them in her quiver. She counted them: eleven. She darted quietly after the orcs.
The orcs were moving slowly, still searching for their quarry. They were not very skilled at tracking. They clumped together in a group instead of fanning out. They were certainly not following a trail.
Caria stopped dead when she heard a branch snap under foot. Immediately she concealed herself behind one of the massive trees. The orcs didn't turn around though. They were making enough noise themselves that they hadn't heard Caria.
She slid an arrow out of her quiver and rested it on her bowstring. She aimed at the neck of the last orc. She drew back the string, preparing to fire. She let the string go. The arrow flew straight and true, right toward the orc's neck.
At the last moment, the orc bent to examine something on the ground. The arrow flew past him and pierced the head of the orc in front of him. The orc gave squeal before falling to ground dead. The rest of the band turned around and looked right at her.
The orcs had had enough of this annoyance. They rushed her, waving their sword like maniacs. She whipped out her sword just in time to parry the first crashing blow. The orc brought his sword down upon her with crushing force. Despite her height, Caria was still smaller than many of these orcs. She pushed the sword away and slashed him across the stomach. He reeled in pain as blood spilled from his gut. He fell and was crushed by his oncoming companions.
Three more rushed her at once. They had seen their comrade fall and were not so foolish as to try the same. The first one slashed at her neck. She blocked it with her sword and pulled out her long polished steel dagger, blocking an orc sword as it came lunging in towards her unprotected stomach.
With great effort Caria pushed out on the two swords that longed to bite into her flesh. As she raised her dagger, her arm met cold steel. She bit her lip and winced as the pain lanced through her left arm. She considered herself lucky though. The blade had been meant for her neck.
She took the opportunity as the two orcs who had tried to stab were recovering to duck under their sword and trip them. She quickly put her sword through one and her knife through the other.
Caria unsheathed her other long dagger and faced the last orc. It did not take her long to disembowel him. She easily ducked under his swing and stabbed at his stomach.
After having taken care of the last orc who had rushed her, she retrieved her sword and two daggers. She sheathed the sword, enjoying the feel of the two light blades in her hands. She put a hand on her injured arm. She could feel the warm blood seeping through her fingers, but she knew the wound wasn't that deep. It was throbbing painfully now that she had stopped moving and could concentrate on the pain.
She didn't have long to concentrate on the pain. The rest of the orcs had recovered from their shock and rushed her all at once. The first one reached her within seconds. She dropped her twin dagger and unsheathed her sword. She neatly sidestepped as he rushed her and let him run himself through.
The rest came screaming at her. She picked up her long twin daggers. Her arm throbbed painfully as she clashed with another orc on her left side. She killed two without injury, but then one got the better of her. She ran him through and he fell on top of her, dead.
Caria waited a moment as the rest of the orcs tore at their companion to get at her. Then suddenly she brought her legs up to her chest and kicked out. The flying dead orc knocked many of the still live down. Instantaneously Caria was on top of them, slitting as many throats as she could before they had time to recover. Four were dead before they could get up. Caria was lunging toward a fifth when she saw a flash in her peripheral vision. She rolled away covered her head as she had been taught. The sword dug into her side painfully, but she still managed to dig her original target's chest and drag it along.
She left the dagger in his chest and scrambled to get up. The orc who had cut at her was on top on her before she could get up, trying to force his crude dagger into her chest. She fought his approaching dagger with all her remaining strength. She seemed to be weakening, but just as the dagger was tickling her chest she pulled her legs up to her chest and kicked out. The orc hit a tree with a sickening thud.
Caria didn't know if he was dead, but dead or living he would not be getting up soon. She turned her attention to the remaining orcs. They were milling about a bit not quite sure what to do. That orc had obviously been their leader; they were leaderless now and Caria could take advantage of that. She pulled out her dagger from the orc that she had killed and began advancing on them, not quickly but enough to make them feel threatened. One of them self-promoted himself to their leader. He screamed something in their foul and they all charged towards her. It was a very messy charge. They ran heedless towards her, raising their swords, each trying to score a deadly blow.
Caria watched them approach, unmoved. At the last possible second she jumped out of the way. She didn't quite clear the line of orcs, and as the orc at the end of the line brought his sword crashing down towards she slammed her dagger upwards. The blow stung and left her whole arm weak. The orc too was taken aback at the intensity of the hit. Caria recovered first. She stuck her second dagger into his stomach.
Caria removed her dagger from his stomach just in time to slam it against another. Within seconds she was engaged in a losing battle. Six against one was not a fair fight, but orcs didn't care about fair. She was encircled. She knew she needed to get out of that circle or she wouldn't survive. Already she had taken a sword to her right leg, and she was weakening from blood loss.
She slammed her foot into an orc's shin behind her. It caught him off guard. He staggered backwards. She leapt at the opportunity, and in seconds she was on top of him, dragging her dagger across his neck. She jumped clear of him and the circle of remaining orcs and backed up against a tree. Now nobody was behind her; nobody was out of her sight.
The fight raged on. Caria killed two quickly, making the other three - one of which was the self-appointed leader - wary of her. They were being smarter now, moving as a team. A quick move got her dagger under one of their swords and into the orc's chest. She left it there and pulled out her sword. As the self-appointed leader raised his the dagger he held in his left hand to strike her, she struck just below his armpit. It was one of the worst places to be stabbed. Her long dagger penetrated his heart and he died almost instantly as the pumping stopped. The last orc turned to flee, but Caria jumped after him and caught up to him, despite her many injuries. She leapt on his back. Coldly she slit his throat.
Caria collapsed to her knees, exhausted. She sat still for a moment, regaining her breath and letting her heart return to its normal rate. She decided it was time to examine the damage done. The wound on her arm was deep and it was still bleeding. She already lost too much blood from there. She ripped her sleeve off her and tied it around her arm, not too loose but not so tight that it cut off circulation, although it did limit movement. She couldn't flex her muscle to its maximum. The wound on her leg wasn't that bad; the blood was already beginning to clot. She left it. She needed her other sleeve to bandage her side. It was deep as well, but it had hit fat and muscle so it did not bleed as badly as her arm. She tied her other sleeve around her side and hoped it would do.
Caria got up and looked at the carnage that she had created around her. She counted the bodies. Sixteen. That made twenty-seven in total. The scouts had reported at least forty. Where were the rest of them?
A snap behind her alerted her to the presence of others. That answered her question. About fifteen orcs came stumbling through the bushes. They seemed very surprised to see so many of their own dead. Caria was surprised that they had not heard the sounds of battle.
These must have been the actual scouts. The others had been the main body of the band. These scouts must have gotten lost for they were blundering around looking for something that they would never find.
She had her bow ready. The first to come out of the bushes was dead as the arrow hit him. They did the first thing that came to their minds. They charged. She managed to get three more arrows off before they came to close to shoot. Her wounds screamed painfully as she shot off the arrows; her side wound especially since as she stretched to pull back the bow, the blood that had already clotted split.
The orcs began attacking her, but moments after they stopped. She didn't question why, but took the opportunity to run a three of them through with her sword. This made them turn their attention back to her and begin attacking her.
The relent had been due to an orc who had been yelling, "Wurrat, Wurrat," and pointing to the fallen leader, and who still was. Caria looked at the leader. He was beginning to wake. She couldn't let him wake or start leading them again. If he did she would be dead. She was weak and she was beginning to feel dizzy from blood loss. She wouldn't be able to last a strong attack.
The momentary lapse in attention proved nearly fatal. Caria turned her attention back to the orcs just in time to see a flash of metal come racing towards her neck. She ducked and the sword grazed her head just above her eyes. She felt rather than saw blood trickle into her eyes. She needed to do something.
Fighting to stay conscious, Caria leapt away from the battle and ran desperately towards the waking leader, Wurrat. Wurrat was still groggy and not quite sure of what was what, having been knocked unconscious for several minutes. She pulled her arm around his neck, forcing it up, then replaced it with her sword. Almost immediately all the orcs ceased moving.
"Leave," she rasped, still breathing heavily. "Leave or your leader dies." Her voice was cold and menacing.
The orcs did not move; then the orc who had first noticed Wurrat charged forward, screaming and waving his sword insanely. Wurrat began to cry something to him but he never got to finish. Caria slit his throat before the orc got to him. The orc continued to charge with even more fury now. He had his sword out to stab her. She neatly side stepped him and ran him through.
The rest of the orcs were a bit wary, but they could feel victory. She was weak and they knew it. She could feel herself starting to slip towards unconsciousness. She needed to finish this soon, before she faded from conscious thought. They kept back knowing that she would soon be too weak to fight. She needed to draw them into to fight.
Caria spotted her bow only a couple feet away. She calmly went over to it and before the orc could do anything, she had shot one of them. This got them going. They charged her without thinking, running blindly to hack at her. She took advantage of their haste and desperation. She fought with discipline as she had been trained. Two were already dead. Sharp pain dazzled her as a sword bit deeply into her left arm, rendering it useless. She threw away her twin daggers, with which she had been fighting. She was fortunate enough that one caught and orc in the legs, throwing him off balance and onto the ground. Before he could get up, she was stepped on his neck, cutting off his breathing. He put up a great struggle, clawing at her legs and trying to shake her off, but to no avail. His struggles became weaker and eventually he went limp.
Caria backed up against a tree, trying to fend off the remaining orcs. She needed support. She was weak and lightheaded from loss of blood and both sweat and blood trickled into her eyes, blurring her vision.
She needed just one spurt of energy to kill these and then it would be over. It took all her will power to force herself up from the support of the tree to attack her assailants. She twisted out of the way as one of the orcs tried to stab her. She brought her sword across his neck and he went down. She went down to trip the next orc. He went to stab downwards and she ripped her sword deep into his chest. He fell, lifeless. She concentrated on the last orc. She let his swing at her couple of times, parrying his strokes then she went in for the kill. As he came in to swing at her neck, she blocked and twisted the sword away from him, then she stabbed at him. He fell with her sword protruding from his stomach.
She collapsed on the ground and let herself slip into unconsciousness. Just before she slipped, she faintly heard footsteps, one coming from the direction of Caras Galadhrim and one from the opposite direction. She hoped fervently that one of those were elves. And then she blacked out.
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A/N: Okay I know that seems kinda Mary Sueish but trust me it isn't Mary Sue. BTW I won't able to post for like a month since I won't have access to my computer till like July 27th, but I'll still keep writing in a journal then you'll have a major update at the end of July.
Namarie.
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A/N: So people this is my second fic. It's very different from my first. And I also didn't have time to proofread it, though I did use spell check, so there may be some grammaical errors. Sorry for those. And of course. Review!!!!!!!! (Flames on the other hand will be laughed at, then be unappreciated, then ignored. Just warning you). On with the story.
Chapter 1
Caria stood in the tall mallorn tree, silent and motionless. Her sensitive ears picked out the direction of the approaching band of orcs long before they came into view. They were loud. They left a path of senseless destruction in their wake, hacking carelessly at the undergrowth of the forest.
They were approaching quickly. They were louder now and her keen eyes picked up movement to her right.
Caria unslung her bow from her back and picked out an arrow from her quiver. Quickly she notched the arrow to the bow string and drew it back, preparing to fire.
The band orcs came into view. They were just beneath her. She waited patiently as they passed under the tree without the faintest idea that she was watching them. They were looking for something, or someone, talking amongst themselves in their foul language.
She sighted on the last orc to pass and shot. It him in the top of his head and he let out a shocked gasp then a demented roar before falling lifeless to the ground
The other orcs looked back to see what had happened, only to find their companion dead. They mulled about under the tree trying to figure out what had killed him. The elven girl took this opportunity to fire more arrows into the cluster of orcs. Some of them hit and killed; many wounded but did not kill and some simply. She was firing almost blindly. She wanted to get as many arrows shot as possible before they realized where they were coming from.
Finally an orc had the sense to pull away from under the tree and she could no longer see them. The dense foliage of the mallorn tree blocked them from view.
Caria started and nearly fell out of the tree as an arrow embedded itself into the trunk beside her. Moments after more arrows flew by her. They were shooting at her. Quickly she climbed higher into the tree, out of range of the inaccurate, but numerous, orc arrows.
She picked up her bow and began firing blindly in the direction she had seen the orcs take. She was rewarded with a few strangled cries from the orcs as they died, but she assumed that she had missed many, since she had fired far more arrows then she heard screams.
An arrow brushed past her ear, making her jump. Her foot slipped as she landed back on the branch. She lost her footing and tumbled down through the branches, only barely managing to grab hold of a branch on her chute downwards. The shock nearly wrenched her arm off. She hung there for a minute, dazed, wondering if she had dislocated her shoulder.
The sound of orcs moving woke her from her trance. They had heard her fall. Quickly she brought her other arm up to the branch and swung herself up to the branch.
They were back under the tree now, bows at the ready. She too had taken out her bow and notched an arrow to the string. She fired her four remaining arrows and was happy to hear four screams as each met its target.
Caria rattle the tree even more, in an effort to get the orcs to use all their arrows. She would have to engage in battle and the last thing she need was arrows flying at her. It was simple and effective. The orcs began shooting at her, using up many of their arrows. Caria made sure to stay on the side of the tree with the least arrows coming towards it.
Eventually the orcs stopped shooting, convinced that they had either scared her off or wounded her badly enough not to come chasing after them. They continued toward the heart of Lothlórien. They knew they hadn't killed her because they kept glancing back to see if she had come down anywhere near.
Caria could not let them pass into the wood. It was her task to get rid of this band of orcs. She waited until the orcs were out of sight before dropping down to the ground. She retrieved her arrows from the fallen orcs and replaced them in her quiver. She counted them: eleven. She darted quietly after the orcs.
The orcs were moving slowly, still searching for their quarry. They were not very skilled at tracking. They clumped together in a group instead of fanning out. They were certainly not following a trail.
Caria stopped dead when she heard a branch snap under foot. Immediately she concealed herself behind one of the massive trees. The orcs didn't turn around though. They were making enough noise themselves that they hadn't heard Caria.
She slid an arrow out of her quiver and rested it on her bowstring. She aimed at the neck of the last orc. She drew back the string, preparing to fire. She let the string go. The arrow flew straight and true, right toward the orc's neck.
At the last moment, the orc bent to examine something on the ground. The arrow flew past him and pierced the head of the orc in front of him. The orc gave squeal before falling to ground dead. The rest of the band turned around and looked right at her.
The orcs had had enough of this annoyance. They rushed her, waving their sword like maniacs. She whipped out her sword just in time to parry the first crashing blow. The orc brought his sword down upon her with crushing force. Despite her height, Caria was still smaller than many of these orcs. She pushed the sword away and slashed him across the stomach. He reeled in pain as blood spilled from his gut. He fell and was crushed by his oncoming companions.
Three more rushed her at once. They had seen their comrade fall and were not so foolish as to try the same. The first one slashed at her neck. She blocked it with her sword and pulled out her long polished steel dagger, blocking an orc sword as it came lunging in towards her unprotected stomach.
With great effort Caria pushed out on the two swords that longed to bite into her flesh. As she raised her dagger, her arm met cold steel. She bit her lip and winced as the pain lanced through her left arm. She considered herself lucky though. The blade had been meant for her neck.
She took the opportunity as the two orcs who had tried to stab were recovering to duck under their sword and trip them. She quickly put her sword through one and her knife through the other.
Caria unsheathed her other long dagger and faced the last orc. It did not take her long to disembowel him. She easily ducked under his swing and stabbed at his stomach.
After having taken care of the last orc who had rushed her, she retrieved her sword and two daggers. She sheathed the sword, enjoying the feel of the two light blades in her hands. She put a hand on her injured arm. She could feel the warm blood seeping through her fingers, but she knew the wound wasn't that deep. It was throbbing painfully now that she had stopped moving and could concentrate on the pain.
She didn't have long to concentrate on the pain. The rest of the orcs had recovered from their shock and rushed her all at once. The first one reached her within seconds. She dropped her twin dagger and unsheathed her sword. She neatly sidestepped as he rushed her and let him run himself through.
The rest came screaming at her. She picked up her long twin daggers. Her arm throbbed painfully as she clashed with another orc on her left side. She killed two without injury, but then one got the better of her. She ran him through and he fell on top of her, dead.
Caria waited a moment as the rest of the orcs tore at their companion to get at her. Then suddenly she brought her legs up to her chest and kicked out. The flying dead orc knocked many of the still live down. Instantaneously Caria was on top of them, slitting as many throats as she could before they had time to recover. Four were dead before they could get up. Caria was lunging toward a fifth when she saw a flash in her peripheral vision. She rolled away covered her head as she had been taught. The sword dug into her side painfully, but she still managed to dig her original target's chest and drag it along.
She left the dagger in his chest and scrambled to get up. The orc who had cut at her was on top on her before she could get up, trying to force his crude dagger into her chest. She fought his approaching dagger with all her remaining strength. She seemed to be weakening, but just as the dagger was tickling her chest she pulled her legs up to her chest and kicked out. The orc hit a tree with a sickening thud.
Caria didn't know if he was dead, but dead or living he would not be getting up soon. She turned her attention to the remaining orcs. They were milling about a bit not quite sure what to do. That orc had obviously been their leader; they were leaderless now and Caria could take advantage of that. She pulled out her dagger from the orc that she had killed and began advancing on them, not quickly but enough to make them feel threatened. One of them self-promoted himself to their leader. He screamed something in their foul and they all charged towards her. It was a very messy charge. They ran heedless towards her, raising their swords, each trying to score a deadly blow.
Caria watched them approach, unmoved. At the last possible second she jumped out of the way. She didn't quite clear the line of orcs, and as the orc at the end of the line brought his sword crashing down towards she slammed her dagger upwards. The blow stung and left her whole arm weak. The orc too was taken aback at the intensity of the hit. Caria recovered first. She stuck her second dagger into his stomach.
Caria removed her dagger from his stomach just in time to slam it against another. Within seconds she was engaged in a losing battle. Six against one was not a fair fight, but orcs didn't care about fair. She was encircled. She knew she needed to get out of that circle or she wouldn't survive. Already she had taken a sword to her right leg, and she was weakening from blood loss.
She slammed her foot into an orc's shin behind her. It caught him off guard. He staggered backwards. She leapt at the opportunity, and in seconds she was on top of him, dragging her dagger across his neck. She jumped clear of him and the circle of remaining orcs and backed up against a tree. Now nobody was behind her; nobody was out of her sight.
The fight raged on. Caria killed two quickly, making the other three - one of which was the self-appointed leader - wary of her. They were being smarter now, moving as a team. A quick move got her dagger under one of their swords and into the orc's chest. She left it there and pulled out her sword. As the self-appointed leader raised his the dagger he held in his left hand to strike her, she struck just below his armpit. It was one of the worst places to be stabbed. Her long dagger penetrated his heart and he died almost instantly as the pumping stopped. The last orc turned to flee, but Caria jumped after him and caught up to him, despite her many injuries. She leapt on his back. Coldly she slit his throat.
Caria collapsed to her knees, exhausted. She sat still for a moment, regaining her breath and letting her heart return to its normal rate. She decided it was time to examine the damage done. The wound on her arm was deep and it was still bleeding. She already lost too much blood from there. She ripped her sleeve off her and tied it around her arm, not too loose but not so tight that it cut off circulation, although it did limit movement. She couldn't flex her muscle to its maximum. The wound on her leg wasn't that bad; the blood was already beginning to clot. She left it. She needed her other sleeve to bandage her side. It was deep as well, but it had hit fat and muscle so it did not bleed as badly as her arm. She tied her other sleeve around her side and hoped it would do.
Caria got up and looked at the carnage that she had created around her. She counted the bodies. Sixteen. That made twenty-seven in total. The scouts had reported at least forty. Where were the rest of them?
A snap behind her alerted her to the presence of others. That answered her question. About fifteen orcs came stumbling through the bushes. They seemed very surprised to see so many of their own dead. Caria was surprised that they had not heard the sounds of battle.
These must have been the actual scouts. The others had been the main body of the band. These scouts must have gotten lost for they were blundering around looking for something that they would never find.
She had her bow ready. The first to come out of the bushes was dead as the arrow hit him. They did the first thing that came to their minds. They charged. She managed to get three more arrows off before they came to close to shoot. Her wounds screamed painfully as she shot off the arrows; her side wound especially since as she stretched to pull back the bow, the blood that had already clotted split.
The orcs began attacking her, but moments after they stopped. She didn't question why, but took the opportunity to run a three of them through with her sword. This made them turn their attention back to her and begin attacking her.
The relent had been due to an orc who had been yelling, "Wurrat, Wurrat," and pointing to the fallen leader, and who still was. Caria looked at the leader. He was beginning to wake. She couldn't let him wake or start leading them again. If he did she would be dead. She was weak and she was beginning to feel dizzy from blood loss. She wouldn't be able to last a strong attack.
The momentary lapse in attention proved nearly fatal. Caria turned her attention back to the orcs just in time to see a flash of metal come racing towards her neck. She ducked and the sword grazed her head just above her eyes. She felt rather than saw blood trickle into her eyes. She needed to do something.
Fighting to stay conscious, Caria leapt away from the battle and ran desperately towards the waking leader, Wurrat. Wurrat was still groggy and not quite sure of what was what, having been knocked unconscious for several minutes. She pulled her arm around his neck, forcing it up, then replaced it with her sword. Almost immediately all the orcs ceased moving.
"Leave," she rasped, still breathing heavily. "Leave or your leader dies." Her voice was cold and menacing.
The orcs did not move; then the orc who had first noticed Wurrat charged forward, screaming and waving his sword insanely. Wurrat began to cry something to him but he never got to finish. Caria slit his throat before the orc got to him. The orc continued to charge with even more fury now. He had his sword out to stab her. She neatly side stepped him and ran him through.
The rest of the orcs were a bit wary, but they could feel victory. She was weak and they knew it. She could feel herself starting to slip towards unconsciousness. She needed to finish this soon, before she faded from conscious thought. They kept back knowing that she would soon be too weak to fight. She needed to draw them into to fight.
Caria spotted her bow only a couple feet away. She calmly went over to it and before the orc could do anything, she had shot one of them. This got them going. They charged her without thinking, running blindly to hack at her. She took advantage of their haste and desperation. She fought with discipline as she had been trained. Two were already dead. Sharp pain dazzled her as a sword bit deeply into her left arm, rendering it useless. She threw away her twin daggers, with which she had been fighting. She was fortunate enough that one caught and orc in the legs, throwing him off balance and onto the ground. Before he could get up, she was stepped on his neck, cutting off his breathing. He put up a great struggle, clawing at her legs and trying to shake her off, but to no avail. His struggles became weaker and eventually he went limp.
Caria backed up against a tree, trying to fend off the remaining orcs. She needed support. She was weak and lightheaded from loss of blood and both sweat and blood trickled into her eyes, blurring her vision.
She needed just one spurt of energy to kill these and then it would be over. It took all her will power to force herself up from the support of the tree to attack her assailants. She twisted out of the way as one of the orcs tried to stab her. She brought her sword across his neck and he went down. She went down to trip the next orc. He went to stab downwards and she ripped her sword deep into his chest. He fell, lifeless. She concentrated on the last orc. She let his swing at her couple of times, parrying his strokes then she went in for the kill. As he came in to swing at her neck, she blocked and twisted the sword away from him, then she stabbed at him. He fell with her sword protruding from his stomach.
She collapsed on the ground and let herself slip into unconsciousness. Just before she slipped, she faintly heard footsteps, one coming from the direction of Caras Galadhrim and one from the opposite direction. She hoped fervently that one of those were elves. And then she blacked out.
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A/N: Okay I know that seems kinda Mary Sueish but trust me it isn't Mary Sue. BTW I won't able to post for like a month since I won't have access to my computer till like July 27th, but I'll still keep writing in a journal then you'll have a major update at the end of July.
Namarie.
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!