The journey north
Chapter 1: Barely escaping
It was early in the morning when they broke up the camp, the sun was just rising in the sky for the day.
Today they would reach their destination, the Hidden Valley, or Rivendell as it was called.
Athradon checked his backpack that he had not left something behind, then walked to his horse who was standing at the side of the camp.
His friends Celondir and Ladrengil were already mounted on their horses. Quickly Athradon mounted too, they wanted to be on their way as swiftly as possible.
It wasn't much later when they heard noises from the left side of them, not far away. Athradon made a signal for Ladrengil to go ahead and search for a good spot for them to hide the horses and from where they would have a good few on the area.
And so Ladrengil went ahead looking for exactly such a spot, and he found it quite quickly. It was not far, a little more to the right.
Signalling back to the others by use bird-noises he told them were to go, and a moment later he saw the other approaching. Athradon told him to stay by the horses, Celondir and himself would go in the trees and wait there.
It didn't take long for the voices came closer, they could see them trough the leaves of the surrounding trees.
It was a band of orcs, not many, only ten in total. They prepared for the attack, notching arrows to their bows, they would try to shoot as many as possible before they would reach them.
Soon they were fighting, first it looked very promising but as the fight wore on they noticed that there were more orcs coming. Athradon drop down from the branch were he was perched on and started to fight the orcs with his sword. His movements elegant and strong, swiftly he defeated many orcs. But those were not the last, more were coming from the right side.
Three orcs were advancing him, he could dodge two of their swords but not the third. The orc got the change to hit him in his abdomen with his weapon. Athradon could kill one of the orcs. Suddenly he saw movement coming towards him, soon the two orcs were lying dead at his feet.
He looked up and saw several elves standing around them, weapons at the ready. The orcs fleeing when they saw the elves coming.
He could not stand any longer, dropping to his knees, his sword still in his hand. One of the elves who was standing near him immediately went to him, seeing that he was wounded.
The fight was over now that the orcs were fleeing into the woods.
The Imladrin elves took care of Athradon and his friends, quickly bandaging their wounds and then getting them to Rivendell, which was not very far.
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