Chapter 13: Orc Attack
Sorry, Shu! I honestly wasn't thinking about your curry episode, just that Sara was telling me about this Little India fieldtrip you guys had, and that reminded me about last year's trip *grinz evilly*
Wow, it didn't take half as long as expected to straighten things out.
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There was a loud clash of metal, then several orcs leapt out of the surrounding bushes. There was a momentary pause. Silei broke it.
"Run!"
Diana drew her penknife and slashed the reins that held Claire's pony to Gwen's. Sara leant over and slapped the pony on the rump, sending it galloping away into the forest.
"Gwen! Pris! Go after Claire! See that you make it back to Rivendell!"
"Nez, you too!"
The remaining five tried to flee after the four, but by then the orcs had already cottoned on in their little pig-brains. Within seconds they had been ringed in.
"Oh boy."
There was another long pause, then the orcs moved in for the kill. The girls had to defend themselves as best as they could. With their penknives. Puny three-inch-long knives, which were the maximum length of a pocket blade allowed by the Singapore government (PAP, or pay-and-pay). Up against orc-scimitars, two feet long.
Diana reared her horse up, letting it strike out at orcs with the hard hooves. Polinn, Shuwen, and Sara drew penknives and slashed off as much as they could from the orc claws headed toards them. Silei lashed out kicking at the orcs.
"Ten deflected, at least thirty more to go." Polinn muttered, doing a quick estimate. At least this was possibly only a raiding party, and there weren't too many. Sara then came up with a novel way to kill orcs, or at least to knock them out. She hurriedly undid the leather belt, then used the end with the buckle to attack the orcs. Diana followed her example. Her knife had long ago snapped., and the other's were close to doing so.
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Meanwhile, the luckier four that had escaped made for where they had last seen Glorfindel and Erestor. They were gone.
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Already the girls were starting to tire. And they were not totally unscathed either. They all had their fair share of various cuts and bruises, and *all* the knives were snapped. It was clear they wouldn't' last much longer.
Shuwen took a deep breath.
"GLORFINDEL! ERESTOR! YRCH!"
From a distance there came an answering call, though unfortunately not from who they needed.
"It's Gwen!"
Minutes later Gwen and Inez burst in to join the fray.
"We sent Pris 'n' Claire to look for them. *whack*"
"What?! *kick* They're not there?"
"Die, I say, DIE."
The orcs just wouldn't give in. The girls definitely could not hope to kill, just knock out or stun. And that proved quite useless against the helms, however crude, on the orcs' heads.
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"Glorfindel, lasto!" (listen)
"The girls!"
Erestor turned in the direction of the calls, and galloped off, his sword drawn. Glorfindel followed, cursing savagely in Elvish.
"Why, oh *why* did we leave so fast? I thought we could have found them there."
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Pris and Claire had picked up the elves' trail. They were going as quickly as possible. Their friend depended on it.
"Up ahead!"
Pris saw the flash of white that was Asfaloth disappear around the bend.
"Wait for us!!!"
The two turned around. A look of surprise registered on Glorfindel's face.
"How come you're here? Is this a hoax of yours *again*?"
"We escaped! We were looking for you."
"We have located your friends already. Come."
The four rode on. Soon they came to the clearing where there had been battle. The clearing was empty.
"The orcs took them!"
They followed the trail left. It was not quite difficult to follow, considering the mess left behind. The small group rode hard and fast, hoping to get to the orc camp in time.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Inevitably, the girls were brought down no matter how hard the fought. Now they were strung up in the middle of the makeshift orc camp. Very amusingly, Sara was actually *grinning*. Diana gave her a death glare.
"You're not doing much good in hastening our deaths."
"I'm not. I'm surveying the damage."
They had to admit it was a good record for a first time fight: three knocked out and there were at least twelve deep wound they could see on the orcs.
"Where on the whole of Middle Earth are they?"
"No hope at all there."
"Well, our horses might make it back alive and raise the alarm."
"Hoi! Shuddup there, filthy little maggots."
The orc guard aimed a kick at Inez, who the last remark had come from. Inez dodged it. The orc cursed. There was a string of cantonese from Diana, and the others were willing to stake their lives that she wasn't sating anything nice to the orc. Then the orc turned its attention to her, but he didn't get too far. Within minutes she had stared him down. Quite cowered, it decided to vent its frustration at not being able to subdue the captives on Shuwen. However, it hadn't raised the whip half an inch before Silei threw herself at it, and it fell to the ground with a heavy thud. That brought some other orcs running over.
Suddenly there was the shrill shriek of speeding arrows. Two orcs keeled over dead. Erestor, Glorfindel, Pris, and Claire came bursting into the camp and the two elves went straight at the orcs. Pris and Claire rushed over to free their friends.
Then, as if by some miracle, the horses came bursting trumpeting into the clearing.
"Lassie come home!"
"Wow, clever, aren't they."
The girls mounted and returned to the attack with a will and a vengance.
"Take *whack* that!"
"Filthy maggot yourself."
*Now* it wasn't long before the orcs turned tail and fled. Fifteen were dead. Erestor and Glorfindel looked a little shaken.
"You shouldn't have run off like that!"
"Shut up, *Mum*."
"It's over, it's over, okay?"
"It's not okay. There are orcs back in these woods. And those wounds need tending before you present yourselves at the feast tonight."
"Bite me."
Erestor was up ahead already.
"Hurry! There are only three hours left before the Peredhil opens the feast."
"So? We can pull it off in *half* an hour. Why would you need three hours? To apply makeup and plait your hair?"
The elves did not reply and the party wound its way back to Imladris.
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This was definitely not much humor. *sigh* Not in the mood, just felt reaally in the mood to bash up some orc.
Sorry, Shu! I honestly wasn't thinking about your curry episode, just that Sara was telling me about this Little India fieldtrip you guys had, and that reminded me about last year's trip *grinz evilly*
Wow, it didn't take half as long as expected to straighten things out.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
There was a loud clash of metal, then several orcs leapt out of the surrounding bushes. There was a momentary pause. Silei broke it.
"Run!"
Diana drew her penknife and slashed the reins that held Claire's pony to Gwen's. Sara leant over and slapped the pony on the rump, sending it galloping away into the forest.
"Gwen! Pris! Go after Claire! See that you make it back to Rivendell!"
"Nez, you too!"
The remaining five tried to flee after the four, but by then the orcs had already cottoned on in their little pig-brains. Within seconds they had been ringed in.
"Oh boy."
There was another long pause, then the orcs moved in for the kill. The girls had to defend themselves as best as they could. With their penknives. Puny three-inch-long knives, which were the maximum length of a pocket blade allowed by the Singapore government (PAP, or pay-and-pay). Up against orc-scimitars, two feet long.
Diana reared her horse up, letting it strike out at orcs with the hard hooves. Polinn, Shuwen, and Sara drew penknives and slashed off as much as they could from the orc claws headed toards them. Silei lashed out kicking at the orcs.
"Ten deflected, at least thirty more to go." Polinn muttered, doing a quick estimate. At least this was possibly only a raiding party, and there weren't too many. Sara then came up with a novel way to kill orcs, or at least to knock them out. She hurriedly undid the leather belt, then used the end with the buckle to attack the orcs. Diana followed her example. Her knife had long ago snapped., and the other's were close to doing so.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Meanwhile, the luckier four that had escaped made for where they had last seen Glorfindel and Erestor. They were gone.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Already the girls were starting to tire. And they were not totally unscathed either. They all had their fair share of various cuts and bruises, and *all* the knives were snapped. It was clear they wouldn't' last much longer.
Shuwen took a deep breath.
"GLORFINDEL! ERESTOR! YRCH!"
From a distance there came an answering call, though unfortunately not from who they needed.
"It's Gwen!"
Minutes later Gwen and Inez burst in to join the fray.
"We sent Pris 'n' Claire to look for them. *whack*"
"What?! *kick* They're not there?"
"Die, I say, DIE."
The orcs just wouldn't give in. The girls definitely could not hope to kill, just knock out or stun. And that proved quite useless against the helms, however crude, on the orcs' heads.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Glorfindel, lasto!" (listen)
"The girls!"
Erestor turned in the direction of the calls, and galloped off, his sword drawn. Glorfindel followed, cursing savagely in Elvish.
"Why, oh *why* did we leave so fast? I thought we could have found them there."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Pris and Claire had picked up the elves' trail. They were going as quickly as possible. Their friend depended on it.
"Up ahead!"
Pris saw the flash of white that was Asfaloth disappear around the bend.
"Wait for us!!!"
The two turned around. A look of surprise registered on Glorfindel's face.
"How come you're here? Is this a hoax of yours *again*?"
"We escaped! We were looking for you."
"We have located your friends already. Come."
The four rode on. Soon they came to the clearing where there had been battle. The clearing was empty.
"The orcs took them!"
They followed the trail left. It was not quite difficult to follow, considering the mess left behind. The small group rode hard and fast, hoping to get to the orc camp in time.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Inevitably, the girls were brought down no matter how hard the fought. Now they were strung up in the middle of the makeshift orc camp. Very amusingly, Sara was actually *grinning*. Diana gave her a death glare.
"You're not doing much good in hastening our deaths."
"I'm not. I'm surveying the damage."
They had to admit it was a good record for a first time fight: three knocked out and there were at least twelve deep wound they could see on the orcs.
"Where on the whole of Middle Earth are they?"
"No hope at all there."
"Well, our horses might make it back alive and raise the alarm."
"Hoi! Shuddup there, filthy little maggots."
The orc guard aimed a kick at Inez, who the last remark had come from. Inez dodged it. The orc cursed. There was a string of cantonese from Diana, and the others were willing to stake their lives that she wasn't sating anything nice to the orc. Then the orc turned its attention to her, but he didn't get too far. Within minutes she had stared him down. Quite cowered, it decided to vent its frustration at not being able to subdue the captives on Shuwen. However, it hadn't raised the whip half an inch before Silei threw herself at it, and it fell to the ground with a heavy thud. That brought some other orcs running over.
Suddenly there was the shrill shriek of speeding arrows. Two orcs keeled over dead. Erestor, Glorfindel, Pris, and Claire came bursting into the camp and the two elves went straight at the orcs. Pris and Claire rushed over to free their friends.
Then, as if by some miracle, the horses came bursting trumpeting into the clearing.
"Lassie come home!"
"Wow, clever, aren't they."
The girls mounted and returned to the attack with a will and a vengance.
"Take *whack* that!"
"Filthy maggot yourself."
*Now* it wasn't long before the orcs turned tail and fled. Fifteen were dead. Erestor and Glorfindel looked a little shaken.
"You shouldn't have run off like that!"
"Shut up, *Mum*."
"It's over, it's over, okay?"
"It's not okay. There are orcs back in these woods. And those wounds need tending before you present yourselves at the feast tonight."
"Bite me."
Erestor was up ahead already.
"Hurry! There are only three hours left before the Peredhil opens the feast."
"So? We can pull it off in *half* an hour. Why would you need three hours? To apply makeup and plait your hair?"
The elves did not reply and the party wound its way back to Imladris.
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This was definitely not much humor. *sigh* Not in the mood, just felt reaally in the mood to bash up some orc.