Merry raised his head a bit as he strained to see out the window. The
sun shone down on him and he almost wished he could leave the bed and bath
in the glories light. Then his neck would begin to hurt and he would banish
all thoughts of the like out of his mind. He still couldn't help but wonder
how Eldarion, Pippin and Bilbo were doing.
The door to his room opened and in walked Faramir. ' How are you feeling?' he asked as he brought a tray of food and drink into the room, placing them on the small table by Merry's bed.
Merry smiled, 'I'm doin' fine. I'm just anxious to get out of this bed. Then we can continue the quest.'
'And to think about all of the Orc's on their trail. It's revolting. The thing we can do to help though is stay here until you're better and then we can be of much help.'
A large crack shook the both from their conversation. The shake was heavy enough that it knocked the water from the table and onto Merry. Faramir stood to his feet and reached for his scabbard-since being caught off guard once they had decided to be ready-pulling the blade from the belt. Growls could be heard emanating from the halls and seconds later a grizzled head slammed into the door of the room spewing black blood all over the wall of Merry's room. Hamfast charged into the room a bloodied sword in one hand. 'We are in trouble,' is all he said before he turned and ran back out into the hall.
Arrows shot all over Rivendell taking from orc's right off of their wolf mounts. Archers sat in building crevices and ontop of roofs as well as out in the open slaying the foul beasts which polluted the great city. As one orc fell over twenty came into its place and the casualties for each side were great. Arwen looked from her window out onto the scene of carnage below her. The orc's had killed her father, and now she would avenge him.
It was insane that the orc's would be out in the daylight, Ham thought as he slew one with an well-aimed slice to the throat. Four more were on him after the last fell. They raised their scimitars and almost all at once attacked. Ham ducked and slammed his blade up into one of their chests before raising himself spinning and decapitating another. He had just enough time to duck the other two's swords and ran forward tackling the two creatures that were attacking him. One recovered quickly and raced quickly over to the halfling warrior. Ham raised his sword to block the scimitar. The orc's blade with a clang knocked away from Ham's, and a second later the hobbit was thrown to the ground. The orc above him sneered before raising his sword and swinging it down. Before the cut could come the hobbit reached out, grabbed a blade from a fallen orc and hewed the torso of the attacking animal.
Relief almost came over the small legion before he remembered of the other orc he had yet to kill. It was on him very quickly and nothing could help him. His arm was still recovering from its last attack. He would die. The orc's blade came quickly down before its head fell ontop of Ham.
The orc hit the floor and Ham saw the view of his savior, Arwen.
The Orc looked down from a hill on Rivendell. His troops were winning, or that's what it seemed. The rings would soon be his.
Gelsarin the head of the Elfin guard of Rivendell called out among his men, 'Close the gates!' The elves did as they were ordered and the gate was closed. The orcs were locked inside and hopefully they could be finished off. Only time would tell.
A/N. Okay I posted another chapther. I hope you like it.
The door to his room opened and in walked Faramir. ' How are you feeling?' he asked as he brought a tray of food and drink into the room, placing them on the small table by Merry's bed.
Merry smiled, 'I'm doin' fine. I'm just anxious to get out of this bed. Then we can continue the quest.'
'And to think about all of the Orc's on their trail. It's revolting. The thing we can do to help though is stay here until you're better and then we can be of much help.'
A large crack shook the both from their conversation. The shake was heavy enough that it knocked the water from the table and onto Merry. Faramir stood to his feet and reached for his scabbard-since being caught off guard once they had decided to be ready-pulling the blade from the belt. Growls could be heard emanating from the halls and seconds later a grizzled head slammed into the door of the room spewing black blood all over the wall of Merry's room. Hamfast charged into the room a bloodied sword in one hand. 'We are in trouble,' is all he said before he turned and ran back out into the hall.
Arrows shot all over Rivendell taking from orc's right off of their wolf mounts. Archers sat in building crevices and ontop of roofs as well as out in the open slaying the foul beasts which polluted the great city. As one orc fell over twenty came into its place and the casualties for each side were great. Arwen looked from her window out onto the scene of carnage below her. The orc's had killed her father, and now she would avenge him.
It was insane that the orc's would be out in the daylight, Ham thought as he slew one with an well-aimed slice to the throat. Four more were on him after the last fell. They raised their scimitars and almost all at once attacked. Ham ducked and slammed his blade up into one of their chests before raising himself spinning and decapitating another. He had just enough time to duck the other two's swords and ran forward tackling the two creatures that were attacking him. One recovered quickly and raced quickly over to the halfling warrior. Ham raised his sword to block the scimitar. The orc's blade with a clang knocked away from Ham's, and a second later the hobbit was thrown to the ground. The orc above him sneered before raising his sword and swinging it down. Before the cut could come the hobbit reached out, grabbed a blade from a fallen orc and hewed the torso of the attacking animal.
Relief almost came over the small legion before he remembered of the other orc he had yet to kill. It was on him very quickly and nothing could help him. His arm was still recovering from its last attack. He would die. The orc's blade came quickly down before its head fell ontop of Ham.
The orc hit the floor and Ham saw the view of his savior, Arwen.
The Orc looked down from a hill on Rivendell. His troops were winning, or that's what it seemed. The rings would soon be his.
Gelsarin the head of the Elfin guard of Rivendell called out among his men, 'Close the gates!' The elves did as they were ordered and the gate was closed. The orcs were locked inside and hopefully they could be finished off. Only time would tell.
A/N. Okay I posted another chapther. I hope you like it.