In a Single Night
Chapter 3: Haldred
Disclaimer: Middle Earth and the character Hama belong to JRR Tolkien, and JRR Tolkien alone.
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My helmet and armor barely fit me. My father's old sword is sheathed at my side as I look over the fortress wall. So many torches light the way for my foes that it looks like all of the stars fell from the heavens onto the dark earth. Dark clouds blanket the real stars and the silver moon making it hard to see anything. The rain begins to pour down on me, thudding heavily as it bounces and runs down my armor.
The huge army of Uruks seems to take an eternity to reach us, yet to me it is nowhere near long enough. They just keep coming over the hills in an endless flood. The army stops just out of shooting range and they bang their weapons against the ground, creating a sound like thunder. For a second my heart almost stops. I want to run, to flee far away from here.
A vision of my father pops into my head. He is holding a sword and explaining the art of fighting to me. "The men of Rohan are strong and do not easily give up," I can hear him say. "You'll make a fine man some day."
I reach my hand over and touch the hilt of my sword and a warmth pours over me like I have never felt before. Now I want to fight, to prove my strength to everyone. My mother won't regret letting me go. I will fight for my family. I am Haldred son of Hama and I shall not lose hope. Hope is all we have these days.
Chapter 3: Haldred
Disclaimer: Middle Earth and the character Hama belong to JRR Tolkien, and JRR Tolkien alone.
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My helmet and armor barely fit me. My father's old sword is sheathed at my side as I look over the fortress wall. So many torches light the way for my foes that it looks like all of the stars fell from the heavens onto the dark earth. Dark clouds blanket the real stars and the silver moon making it hard to see anything. The rain begins to pour down on me, thudding heavily as it bounces and runs down my armor.
The huge army of Uruks seems to take an eternity to reach us, yet to me it is nowhere near long enough. They just keep coming over the hills in an endless flood. The army stops just out of shooting range and they bang their weapons against the ground, creating a sound like thunder. For a second my heart almost stops. I want to run, to flee far away from here.
A vision of my father pops into my head. He is holding a sword and explaining the art of fighting to me. "The men of Rohan are strong and do not easily give up," I can hear him say. "You'll make a fine man some day."
I reach my hand over and touch the hilt of my sword and a warmth pours over me like I have never felt before. Now I want to fight, to prove my strength to everyone. My mother won't regret letting me go. I will fight for my family. I am Haldred son of Hama and I shall not lose hope. Hope is all we have these days.