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Seven
Confrontation at
Eregion
We rode out from Moria a week later and came to Hollina few days after that. Something was prickling at the back of my neck. We turned the corner to stare at what should've been beautiful Hollin. I stopped and we stared around in shocked disbelief, at the once lush and beautiful place with its green grass, bushes, which would've had very good berries at this time of year, trees, and a sparkling blue stream flowing through it, was now a barren wasteland. The only living things were the branches of the bushes which now sported thorns, and a muddied stream. I was about to let out a scream of rage, when I heard sobbing. I looked around and right in the center of the desert, on a high rock was something that made my blood boil with hatred. There, above us was a group of Orcs herding four young Hobbits, two of them looked around fourteen, and the other two were around four. They were near the edge now, "Alright," I whispered, "listen, if we want to save them we need to make sure they don't hit the ground. Let's get into a line shoulder to shoulder and catch them." Quickly and silently we moved our horses so that we formed a line with several feet of extra space just in case they fell weirdly and waited.
The Hobbits fell, "Mommyyyy!" screamed the youngest looking Hobbit, and landed neatly in our outstretched hands. I looked into the eyes of the Hobbit I had saved and gasped for it was Elanor the oldest girl of Sam and Rosy! Why a fourteen year old Hobbit was out here with two toddlers and a fifteen year old with no grown hobbits around was not right. However, we had more things to worry about; the Orcs had noticed us and howled their furry and started jumping off the cliff to attack us. Quickly I deposited Elanor on the ground and dismounted, Earendil, Aramorn, and Estal handed me their rescued Hobbit child, and I led the Hobbits to a corner against the cliff face and handed Elanor and the other older Hobbit a knife so that they could help defend the babes if any Orcs got through the others and me. I then called Robin and Aramorn over and told them to guard the four hobbits.
Then I rushed out into the battle drawing my sword and yelling at the top of my lungs, "Gurth an glamhoth!" After a few minutes, Earendil let out a cry, and crumpled to the ground.
"Eairy!" I cried out in anguish. Quickly I dashed over and killed the Orc that had been about to finish off my lover. I made a crude bandage to stop the blood seeping from my beloved's arm and straitened to fight the rest Orcs who were foolish enough to come near me and Earendil. Soon the Orcs that still could run for it. I hoisted Eairy in my arms and went over to see how the others had faired. I put Eairy next to Ester who was already brining some water to a boil and adding a couple of crushed athelas leaves. Boromir and Elendil were tending to the four hobbits, Robin's, and Aramorn's scratches. I picked up a fine needle, thread, clean bandages and brought it over to where Eairy was resting near the kettle. I put his head in my lap and took off his now ragged shirt. I stared; his arm was covered in blood. I washed the cut and saw that it ran from his bicep to his wrist. (a/n for those who've read Song of the Lioness Series: Sound familiar??) I quickly and efficiently sewed the cut closed, and swathed it in bandages. I looked carefully at the other three hobbits that I still had to identify. I saw Goldilocks daughter of Samwise Gamgee who was three, Faramir Took son of Pippin, who was four, and a Hobbit I tentatively identified as Fastread of Greenholm who looked around fifteen.
"What are you guys doing here without your parents?" Estal asked.
"W- we were ju-just coll- collecting, berries, with our nurses. The cre-creatures ki-killed them and then started to come towards us." Explained a very terrified Elanor. I took the younger hobbits in my arms and held them close to me. Elanor and Fastread held on to each other tightly.
"You poor things." I whispered softly. "Well we better get going." I said louder and to my companions. I kept Goldilocks on my horse; put Fastread on Estal's horse, Goldilocks on Ester's and Faramir on Aramorn's. Eairy mounted his horse with difficulty and I tied him to his horse just in case he were to fall unconscious again. We trotted our horses to the safety of Rivendell.
Gurth an glamhoth … Death to the din-horde! (Orcs)
