The gate was shut and that alone made the orcs more wild. Faramir looked
at them from the back of the Merry's room. The wooden door locked both the
sick and the other into the room. Suddenly it shook splinters flying in
every direction. Again it rocked and the next time it was hit a orc
slammed through. It stumbled over the top of the hole in the door and hit
the ground. This killed it because of the large pieces of wood on the
floor. Still just to be safe Faramir hewed it's head off.
Still two more orcs came into the room, both armed with axes. Faramir stabbed deep into one's chest, with the ax it smashed his face with the butt. Faramir crumpled to the floor , the sword stayed. The orc left the fallen hobbit and walked to the other halfling in the bed. Merry shuddered as he thought of the ax penetrating through his skull. It came withing arms reach and it raised it's ax above it's head. Acting quickly Merry ripped the blade from the orcs gut and smashed the sword through the flesh in it's neck. The head hit Merry's lap and rolled off the side of the bed leaving a trail of blood along the sheets of the bed.
Merry looked at the other advancing orc and threw the sword up into the air grabbing it by the tip of the blade. With a jerk of his hand the sword flipped through the air and caught the blade in it's chest. The orc wobbled a second and then he went rearing back into the broken door. He settled himself back into the bed and deeply exhaled. Then the pain settled in.
Eldarion walked up the path to the gates where he was supposed to meet the two hobbits. With out a second glance he found that neither of the two were there. It didn't surprise him. He turned and headed the direction of the elvish and dravish venders. He looked on the ground and then scolded himself, halflings walked light on there feet and with the hard ground he would never find a footprint.
Bilbo and Pippin walked along following in suite with the other of the guard. A strange thing about dwarves was that the men were bulky and short, and the woman were the most beautiful creatures on the earth. They were short as the males but they were also very petite. The group was led up a winding staircase and then through a series of thick oaken doors. Guards lined the next hallway they entered. They all bowed as Lerin passed and then shot up as the rest of the company came forward. Nothing could stifle the grin as they saw the "Great Dwarf Lord". A stout dwarf with a long gray beard rose as he saw his daughter. 'Halflings?'
The hours had passed and finally every last orc in Rivendell had been slain. There had been only fourteen elf causualties and the blood was still stained against walls and the cobblestone walkways. All in the great city knew however that this skirmish was not over. They knew that eventually they would all have to face the great goblin force again. And in the mean time armies were being called to Rivendell. A rider rode to Mirkwood and another, Faramir, rode to Moria. The orcs would be defeated.
Still two more orcs came into the room, both armed with axes. Faramir stabbed deep into one's chest, with the ax it smashed his face with the butt. Faramir crumpled to the floor , the sword stayed. The orc left the fallen hobbit and walked to the other halfling in the bed. Merry shuddered as he thought of the ax penetrating through his skull. It came withing arms reach and it raised it's ax above it's head. Acting quickly Merry ripped the blade from the orcs gut and smashed the sword through the flesh in it's neck. The head hit Merry's lap and rolled off the side of the bed leaving a trail of blood along the sheets of the bed.
Merry looked at the other advancing orc and threw the sword up into the air grabbing it by the tip of the blade. With a jerk of his hand the sword flipped through the air and caught the blade in it's chest. The orc wobbled a second and then he went rearing back into the broken door. He settled himself back into the bed and deeply exhaled. Then the pain settled in.
Eldarion walked up the path to the gates where he was supposed to meet the two hobbits. With out a second glance he found that neither of the two were there. It didn't surprise him. He turned and headed the direction of the elvish and dravish venders. He looked on the ground and then scolded himself, halflings walked light on there feet and with the hard ground he would never find a footprint.
Bilbo and Pippin walked along following in suite with the other of the guard. A strange thing about dwarves was that the men were bulky and short, and the woman were the most beautiful creatures on the earth. They were short as the males but they were also very petite. The group was led up a winding staircase and then through a series of thick oaken doors. Guards lined the next hallway they entered. They all bowed as Lerin passed and then shot up as the rest of the company came forward. Nothing could stifle the grin as they saw the "Great Dwarf Lord". A stout dwarf with a long gray beard rose as he saw his daughter. 'Halflings?'
The hours had passed and finally every last orc in Rivendell had been slain. There had been only fourteen elf causualties and the blood was still stained against walls and the cobblestone walkways. All in the great city knew however that this skirmish was not over. They knew that eventually they would all have to face the great goblin force again. And in the mean time armies were being called to Rivendell. A rider rode to Mirkwood and another, Faramir, rode to Moria. The orcs would be defeated.