Aelfwyn, Rider of Rohan
Chapter 4
Aelfwyn stretched out on the ground. "Who do you think that rider is?" she asked.
" I don't know," said Deorlaf, "But I have a feeling that he is important." Deorlaf narrowed his eyes and peered off toward the Rider. "He is meeting with Èomer." He turned around and began to dismantle his small tent.
"What are you doing?" Aelfwyn asked rubbing her throat. Speaking that low was beginning to hurt. He ignored her and continued to roll up the tent. "Hey!" she was getting angry. "What are you doing?" she asked again.
Deorlaf sighed. Turning to look at her he said, "Wait. Wait and see. They will come out of Èomer's tent, tell us to pack up, then saddle up." Deorlaf turned back to his work. "Besides, it will save time in the morning if I am wrong. Not to mention, it's my tent. If I want to pack it up I can." He smiled at her then tied it to his horse.
Aelfwyn got down and began to roll up her bedroll. It wouldn't hurt sleeping on hard ground, she told herself.
Looking toward Èomer's tent, she saw Èomer and the White Rider exit. Èomer turned to a Rider next to him, and said something. The Rider took off yelling to every Rider he saw.
"We make for Helm' Deep," he shouted when he neared. Deorlaf gave Aelfwyn a smug smile. She shook her head then tenderly climbed on Hildstune, for her bottom was sore from riding that morning.
Once the camp was packed up and mounted they rode off southwards with great haste. Aelfwyn swore at every bump the horse made.
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Indulf stood at the edge of the wall. In the distance he heard marching and could faintly see lights in the dark. He looked up at his father. "Are we going to die?" he asked.
His father paused then said, "No, of course not." He smiled and looked out over the wall. Indulf knew he was lying. Though he was nine, he knew when adults lied.
The marching grew louder and larger, along with the sound of his heart. It slowly began to rain.
After waiting an eternity he saw them ,the Uruk-hai. They were black in skin and tall. Their sight struck fear through him.
Indulf's heart grew hard and cold, their kind stole Aelfhelm and most likely Aelfwyn from. He drew his bow.
The Uruks beat their spears against the ground faster and faster.
Suddenly, an arrow flew trough the air from Indulf's right. An Uruk fell and it was silent. The moment seemed to stretch for a life time.
The Uruks began to yell and shout in rage. Uruk archers lossed some of their arrows. A shout from down the wall sent elvish arrows flying.
"Fire." someone yelled. Indulf shot his arrow then reached for another and fired again. He didn't know if he hit anything, but he did not care. He continued to fire. Then a familiar figure was gone from the corner of his eye. He looked to see his father fall over the edge of the wall. Indulf stood frozen, stare it the place his father disappeared. It was gone, all of it, his family. He was alone. A clatter made him tear his eyes from the wall. An Uruk appeared. Indulf ran.
He ran from the Uruk, trying to find a place to hide, to curl up and cry, but every where he looked chaos filled his vision.
A sharp pane in his back threw him forward. Looking down at his stomach he saw an arrow head. Warm red blood pumped from the wound onto his clothes. Then darkness over took him.
