"Varenanth, sword!" Dreagorn yelled, throwing a sword to his younger brother.
"Thanks!" He called, slashing at an orcs neck.
"Where's Varin and Villin?" He called.
They'd been on a hunting trip when they were ambushed by orcs, Dreagorn, being the oldest, naturally became the leader and took to attacking the first warg scout before it could alert the rest of th pack
"Headed into the trees with their bows!" Varenanth replied, ducking under an orcs blade.
Varenanth, the second oldest, was the tactition, he planned a path through the orcs to make it to the trees.
'Almost there.' He thought as he gritted his teeth and ran, sliding through an orcs legs, stabbing it in the back.
"Varenanth, come on!" Dreagorn screamed.
"Coming!" He yelled as he scrambled off the ground.
As Varenanth spun around to slash at another orc he felt a blinding pain in his back and chest. Looking down, he saw the point off an orcs sword protruding from his chest.
"VARENANTH!" Dreagorn felt his world crash down on him.
"What happened?" Varin asked from up ahead, he'd ushered his twin further along before calling back to Dreagorn.
"Keep running, head to the mountain! I'll be right behind you both." Dreagorn said.
Varin looked uncertainly at Dreagorn.
"Go! Now!" He ordered and Varin turned and ran.
Dreagorn dodged another blade that was aimed at his neck and stabbed an orc in the stomach. All he saw was his little brother on his knees, still trying to fight.
"Varenanth, I'm coming little brother." He called, fighting off the last few orcs.
"Don't. Hurt. My. Brother." He growled through gritted teeth as he slashed at the orcs, making his way to his brother and falling to his knees in front of him.
"Varenanth, no, no, don't leave me." He whispered, hugging his brother, pressing his forehead against Varenanths.
"You did good... big brother." He said softly, blood trickling from the corner off his mouth.
"No, no, no, no, Varenanth, please don't go, there's still Varin and Villian, they need you." He pleaded.
"They have an amazing big brother, they have you Dreagorn, go. I'll be fine. Tell them I love them. I love you." Varenanth breathed.
"Varenanth." Dreagorn whispered, feeling Varenanth slump against him. "I love you too brother." He pressed a kiss to Varenanth's brow and got up from the ground.
Varin ran through the gates after his brother.
"You two, stop, who are you?" A guard shouted and the two stop, Villin clinging to Varin.
"Varin and Villin, sons of Faragorn, brothers of Varenanth and Dreagorn."
"What are you two doing here?" He asked, kneeling down infront off the two.
"Our brothers Dreagorn and Varenanth, they're in the woods, fighting orcs, we were out hunting." Varin gasped.
Dreagorn ran through the woods he could see the mountain gates in front off him. 'Varin, Villin, please be alright.' He thought.
He stopped running as he passed the gates, looking around frantically for Varin and Villin.
"Dreagorn!" Twin cries came and two small bodies were hugging his waist.
"Varin, Villin, you're alright." He kissed the top off their heads.
"Where's Varenanth?" Villin asked.
Dreagorn hugged them tighter, tears leaking down his face.
"He didn't make it did he?" Varin asked.
Dreagorn knelt in front off them and pulled them into a small embrace, feeling Villin's shoulders shaking and Varin's tears on his neck as they both cried into his shoulders.
"I tried." He whispered. "But he was already dying. I couldn't do anything."
He felt his tears stream down faster, he was vaguely aware off a few guards that watched the three off them.
"It's not your fault." Villin whispered to him.
"It's not." Varin agreed.
"I'm sorry." He said.