AGARWAEN-BOR
CHAPTER 6 –IN DEFENSE OF LÓRIEN
Aranwë stood on a tall peak of a small hill at the foot of the Mountains. Andú stood watching the ground attentively, as if he expected Orcs to just rise up from it. It had been a three-day journey over the mountains and both of the travelers were quite sore… not that that would stop them.
After concluding that there were no Orcs within his eyesight they shouldered their packs and Aranwë came down the other side of the hill. Andú went around and turned to face the Elf. "Anything?"
"No. Well Lórien is the closest of the places that our message need be brought to."
"The Golden Wood…? There are strange tales that encircle that land… I shall not pass its borders." Andú said, turning away to look in the direction of the Elven realm.
"There is no evil in those woods, Andú. Indeed, my word is contrary to what was said in your realm ere the crowning of King Elessar, and what you have grown up hearing, but the Lady Galadriel is no evil sorceress."
"Though I have no such skill of foresight, I do not dare to go there." Aranwë pondered these words, though not knowing why he should fear the land of his mother's kin. Indeed a darkness had descended onto his heart.
"Your words are strange but they may mean something… I think Lórien is in danger… I must go all the more swiftly…"
"I shall in such a case head for Rohan then."
"I beg you come to the Golden Wood with me. I shall prove indeed that the Lord Denethor taught wrongly about the Elves of fair Lothlórien.
"…Though my heart is against it I shall follow you to Lórien… if only to help your kin, Aranwë."
"Very well then, but we must make haste. The art of the archers of Lórien has been to fight with great stealth, but they cannot remain hidden for very long."
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"The Orcs have renewed strength approaching along the course of the Anduin. They will be here soon." An Elf reported. Celeblhing nodded and the Elf left to return to his post. The Orcs had kept up their assault for four days. With troops constantly approaching from the north, Celeblhing began to wonder if perhaps Rivendell had been captured. Well regardless, it was her duty to lead the Elves in battle, so she sprang away for the north marches.
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Aranwë silently removed an arrow from his quiver and fitted it to his bow. It appeared that they had reached Lórien just in time. He shot his arrow and it hit an Orc in the back of the neck. Aranwë wondered where all of the Elves had gone. A few hundred yards ahead he could see Andú fighting a group of Orcs.
Aranwë payed for being temporarily distracted by receiving an arrow to the upper chest. He knelt down on one knee, pain searing through his upper body. Andú saw this and began a sprint for him, but it was too late, the Orc captain stretched his bowstring to his ear, but then fell dead, his arrow flying wildly. Aranwë looked up and saw a beautiful, strangely familiar, Elf clad in a grey Lórien cloak lowering her bow. She seemed strangely familiar to him, but his thoughts suddenly became black as two more arrows to each arm pierced him. The last thing he saw before an emptiness fell upon his thought was the grim face an Orc staring him straight in the eye, scimitar ready to smite him.
-End Chapter 6