We all saw the giant herd of Warg and orc charging at a high-speed, we had to act fast. We rode forward and engaged in the horrible battle, I looked around and saw many soldiers fighting.

Already, there were dozens of bodies, of both orc, Warg, and men littering the earth. As I saw the dead cold bodies of the same soldiers and civilians that I had chatted to, laughed with and became friends with, just a few days earlier, I felt sick to my stomach but i knew, I had to fight. I would not give up that easy.

I charged an orc, then with a swift motion, i stabbed him in the heart, he suddenly dropped dead. I realized, it's easier to kill them now as I knew they are cold-blooded vermin who had to be gotten rid of.

I killed another 2 orcs,when I heard the disgusting growl of a Warg approaching behind me, I heard its large stamping feet hit the ground and the beasts sickening screech as it closed in.

I turned around swiftly, I saw every detail of it so clearly, i could make out the drool around its mouth, the matted, disgusting fur that is covering every inch of its filthy body and the empty black darkness of its eyes. The more details I saw, the more determined I became to kill it.

When it rushed past me, i hastily grabbed a hold of a fistful of greasy fur and jumped up, I then realized what a risky thing I was doing, I was sitting on an enemy Warg, behind an orc. I almost instantaneously head butted the Orc, who then lost his balance and fell after i struck my final blow to him.

I only then saw the Warg continued on running and was headed straight for the edge of the cliff.

I tried to make a leap to safety but I got my wrist caught in the Warg's leather breast piece

Suddenly, as the Warg as less than two meters from the edge, everyhting felt like it was in slow motion, I looked around and saw How few soldiers and Orcs were left. It was a gruesome battle, there were bodies of men everywhere, covering the soft green grass of the hill, the soliders laying there,dead still firmly grasping their weapons as if they were going to come back to life again and fight once more. They never did, they were gone... lost.

I saw Legolas shooting many Orc and wild Warg through the heart and throat, I always knew whe was amazing with a bow.

As the Warg made the one last leap, it tumbled over the edge, taking me along with it because I couldn't free my arm in time.

When we were falling, I saw pictures of the journey flash before my eyes, of Legolas and Gimili making friends, of Gandalfs fight with the Balorg in the depths of Moria, meeting the company in The Prancing Pony and most importanly, of Arwen, the one I loved, her beautiful smile, her glimmering dark hair, the beautiful gowns she wore. He remembered the necklace she gifted to him. It hung close to my heart.

Suddely I could hear the roar of the raging river at the foot of the cliff, I knew what was about to happen, I was about to reach the bottom.

As we slammed into the frigid water, I heard the weak Warg give one last painful cry and then cut off into silence.