As Ariel rode towards the battlefield she saw that the enemy's numbers were
large and as of yet it was not clear which side was stronger. Beside her
Gimli slipped off Legolas's horse and landed on the ground. She did not
have much time to hope that the other horses did not trample on him for the
second company was soon completely involved in the battle.
Her sword clashed against the enemy's as she fought with all her strength. She knew that this battle would be a lot longer and tougher than the last. As she slew an orc she glanced about in the hope that she could see her brother. But all that she saw was another orc coming towards her.
As she fought against the enemy she slowly gained towards the hideous fortress that the scout had spoken of. Scanning it quickly she saw a small tunnel-like entrance, unguarded towards the base and wondered if she could get through it. Suddenly, Wingfoot reared up and Ariel fell off backwards, landing onto the cold, hard ground.
"Mardon!" He heard Ariel call his name and looked about the battlefield quickly. He saw her standing on the ground fighting an orc and quickly hewing another orc neck he galloped towards her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her up behind her. "There is an unguarded tunnel just to our left." She spoke into his ear and he rode towards it.
Quickly dismounting the two slipped into the tunnel. "Do you know where this might lead?" Mardon asked and Ariel shook her head and the two walked on, their swords readied. Ariel heard a noise behind them and reached out to grab Mardon's arm but couldn't find it. "Mardon?" She called out before being grabbed roughly from behind.
"Does Gondor send their women to fight their battles now do they?" An older man with light grey hair and wrinkled skin asked mockingly as he looked Ariel up and down. His robes were blood red and he smelt as bad as the orcs, Herumor, she presumed. Ariel said nothing as she looked about the room in which they stood.
There were banners hanging on the walls, all of which boasted the red cross. The guards that stood on either side of her and at the doorway also bore the same device. Her sword had been taken from her and she stood, facing Herumor. "But I am incredibly curious, tell me, why would the King send his own daughter to fight his battle?" He spoke again after looking out over the battlefield to see the progress of the battle.
"And how would you know who I am?" Ariel demanded. Herumor glanced over his shoulder at her. "I have my sources," He said, grinning and baring stained and chipped teeth that made her shudder. He watched the battle a little longer. "What makes your army so sure that they can defeat me?" He gloated and Ariel looked away.
Her sword clashed against the enemy's as she fought with all her strength. She knew that this battle would be a lot longer and tougher than the last. As she slew an orc she glanced about in the hope that she could see her brother. But all that she saw was another orc coming towards her.
As she fought against the enemy she slowly gained towards the hideous fortress that the scout had spoken of. Scanning it quickly she saw a small tunnel-like entrance, unguarded towards the base and wondered if she could get through it. Suddenly, Wingfoot reared up and Ariel fell off backwards, landing onto the cold, hard ground.
"Mardon!" He heard Ariel call his name and looked about the battlefield quickly. He saw her standing on the ground fighting an orc and quickly hewing another orc neck he galloped towards her. He grabbed her arm and pulled her up behind her. "There is an unguarded tunnel just to our left." She spoke into his ear and he rode towards it.
Quickly dismounting the two slipped into the tunnel. "Do you know where this might lead?" Mardon asked and Ariel shook her head and the two walked on, their swords readied. Ariel heard a noise behind them and reached out to grab Mardon's arm but couldn't find it. "Mardon?" She called out before being grabbed roughly from behind.
"Does Gondor send their women to fight their battles now do they?" An older man with light grey hair and wrinkled skin asked mockingly as he looked Ariel up and down. His robes were blood red and he smelt as bad as the orcs, Herumor, she presumed. Ariel said nothing as she looked about the room in which they stood.
There were banners hanging on the walls, all of which boasted the red cross. The guards that stood on either side of her and at the doorway also bore the same device. Her sword had been taken from her and she stood, facing Herumor. "But I am incredibly curious, tell me, why would the King send his own daughter to fight his battle?" He spoke again after looking out over the battlefield to see the progress of the battle.
"And how would you know who I am?" Ariel demanded. Herumor glanced over his shoulder at her. "I have my sources," He said, grinning and baring stained and chipped teeth that made her shudder. He watched the battle a little longer. "What makes your army so sure that they can defeat me?" He gloated and Ariel looked away.
