He recalled one of the brutish orc at the very back suddenly gave way and
collapsed with a large thud and the shaking of the earth . A lone figure of
an arrow stuck proudly like a banner of colourful flag welcoming home .
Then one orc after another fall like a silent figure as if they were
puppets when the puppet master grew bored and cut the controlling string .
There were two left and they were huddling back to back for protection .
Their knifes were ready in their hand and they were grunting in discomfort
as they glance quickly over their fallen comrades .
Out of the shadow of the trees suddenly there was a flaming torch . The orcs nearly squealed like a pig when they saw the figure approaching them like a cackling wall of flame . They slowly back away but when they saw the stony expression on the approaching figure , they decide to make a run for it . Their attempts were short lived as both of their heads were professionally detached .
Aragorn's heart nearly squeezed his throat shut as he now felt the same positions of the last pair of orcs. His eyes were wide as he watched with mix horror and relief as the bright figure did not approach him . With the Squint of an eye , he could dimly outline the shape of his rescuer , or his killer . In the darkness of the moonless night he could see that the figure was circling in the surrounding area , checking whether all of the orcs were dead . Several were still breathing but their internal organ began to shut down quickly and Aragorn saw the flash of a silver blade as the figure eased their passing from this world .
Aragorn could not take his eyes off from the figure with anything on earth . It was like watching the angel of death performing a demeaning task . He wasn't even aware of his wounded back or his shirt which was now soaked black in mixture of his and the orc's blood . Nor was he aware of his heart beat racing inhumanly as the figure approached him pleasantly like taking a stroll through a rose garden .
Aragorn 's heart failed .
Out of the shadow of the trees suddenly there was a flaming torch . The orcs nearly squealed like a pig when they saw the figure approaching them like a cackling wall of flame . They slowly back away but when they saw the stony expression on the approaching figure , they decide to make a run for it . Their attempts were short lived as both of their heads were professionally detached .
Aragorn's heart nearly squeezed his throat shut as he now felt the same positions of the last pair of orcs. His eyes were wide as he watched with mix horror and relief as the bright figure did not approach him . With the Squint of an eye , he could dimly outline the shape of his rescuer , or his killer . In the darkness of the moonless night he could see that the figure was circling in the surrounding area , checking whether all of the orcs were dead . Several were still breathing but their internal organ began to shut down quickly and Aragorn saw the flash of a silver blade as the figure eased their passing from this world .
Aragorn could not take his eyes off from the figure with anything on earth . It was like watching the angel of death performing a demeaning task . He wasn't even aware of his wounded back or his shirt which was now soaked black in mixture of his and the orc's blood . Nor was he aware of his heart beat racing inhumanly as the figure approached him pleasantly like taking a stroll through a rose garden .
Aragorn 's heart failed .
