(A/N- #3! Title means Orcs? I'll start writing now!
~Lady Arabella Sedai)
Chapter 19- Yrch?
"Move!" Chris yelled. Too late. I went flying as a full-sized cave troll rammed into me. I felt bone crack as I slammed into the wall. Bloody hell, it hurt. I sat watching as everyone else battled the cave troll. Watched as Legolas kicked some cave troll ass. Watched as the cave troll kicked some Frodo ass. At that, I crawled over to Frodo.
"Im uva ten umea talnotto sule li'n, Frodo. Im cheba galad lhach li'n (I won't let evil crush your soul, Frodo. I will keep your light aflame.). Tanka tel' taurnin (Spell- Greater Heal)," I whispered.
"Sere! What's wrong with you?" yelled Arwen as she raced across the ground. "You don't seem like you can bend."
"I think I broke some ribs," I muttered sullenly.
"Tanka harwar (Spell- Heal)," she recited. Suddenly, I could move painlessly.
"Diola lle, mellon nîn (Thank you, my friend)," I replied.
All around lay the bodies of Orcs. Frodo was getting unsteadily to his feet, but Gandalf was already running to the door.
"Come on! There are still more!" he ordered.
"Ellethea! Tula! (T- Elf-maids! Come!)" yelled Chris.
"Antolle ulua sulrim (T- Much wind pours from your mouth)," I responded coolly.
"Amin weera yassen lle (T- I agree with you)," agreed Arwen, chuckling.
"Shut up you two. Come on!" ordered Gandalf.
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Another short chappie. They all kinda are. Oh well. I hope to do another tonight. Yeah. Okay, bye!
~Lady Arabella Sedai