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Very good chapter, Hope you guys like it!(hee,hee)
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He waited for what seemed like hours for what was likely to be his fate and the fate of his friends. Watching the approaching Uruk-Hai with fear and despair in his eyes. It was a miracle he had lived through the battle with the Wargs.
~I have lived this far, for what reason I do not know, but I cannot give up now.~
He dwelled on this thought, still it did not comfort him so he prayed,
~God, protect my friends, Frealaf, Heorl, Haleth, Freyda, and their mother. I love them all very much, and if it be your will, keep me from harm as well. Amen.~
Out of everything, this prayer comforted the most. Eotheod's spirits were soon dampened by the rain. The sound of rain against metal was deafening. Soon after the rain started, an arrow was shot by an old man three soldiers to the left of him, and killed the first Uruk-Hai of the battle. A distant voice yelled something he did not understand. The only thing that he understood at the moment was that the Uruk-Hai outnumbered them at least ten thousand to two thousand. Also that the Uruk-Hai were enraged and were advancing swiftly.
Arrows whizzed to and from the two armies. Eotheod caught sight of a ladder drawn onto the wall about twenty feet away to his right. He charged with fury and insisted that if he should die, he would take at least fifteen Uruk-Hai with him. He heard, and recognized two voices in the air as Legolas and Gimli counting all the Uruk-Hai they had killed. He decided that he would compete with them.
"Four, five, six, seven!" he screamed.
Eotheod slashed and hacked with hatred in his heart.
"Twelve! Beat you there Eotheod!" yelled Frealaf.
"You are a bum, Frealaf."
"Bum?"
"Forget about it."
"Sixteen now." Frealaf told him.
"HA! I have seventeen!"
They continued to count and talk together and soon met on the wall.
"Hello. Twenty-nine." boasted Frealaf.
"Thirty-two!" retorted Eotheod playfully.
~I have passed my goal by way more than I could even dream of!~
Suddenly the wall exploded from underneath their feet. Two things he could think of then, How much fun it was to be like flying through the air like that, and loads of pain.
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Pain, so much pain. Eotheod could barely stand to look around him to see what had happened. Retreat, that is all he could think of. Everyone was screaming that terrible word and were rushing toward the Hornburg. Eotheod was stumbling with them, his leg was injured badly, he knew. He ran as fast as his hurt leg would allow. He was the last man inside the Hornburg, with the Uruk-Hai hot on his heels. The doors slammed loudly in the enemies face.
"We are all here Eotheod, my family is safe!"
"For now." Eotheod told him.
"My mother, Haleth, and Freyda are going into the caves."
"Give them my best wishes, especially Freyda."
Eotheod had grown in more than friendship with Freyda, he was in a way attracted to her. Knowing this, Frealaf winked at him and said,
"As you wish."
The remaining men spent the rest of the night bracing the door. As the sun rose, Theoden ordered all soldiers to ride out with him and Aragorn, while Gimli would blow the Horn of Helm Hammerhand one last time.
~This will be the end.~
The gates burst open, the Uruk-Hai rushed in and as they did, the riders rushed out. He still continued to count with Frealaf,
"Thirty-six Eotheod!"
"Thirty-four" Eotheod replied.
A horse neighed, Eotheod looked up to see Gandalf with Eomer charging with at least five thousand Riders of Rohan and collide with a clang.
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The Uruk-Hai were defeated. He and Frealaf rode to the Hornburg only to find Frealaf's mother, Freyda, and Haleth all crying over a man's body.
"It is Heorl!" exclaimed Frealaf.
"He is dead!" cried Freyda.
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I just had to do that!
Sorry!
I am VERY EVIL!
Muhahahahahaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I thought it was funny when I said the rain dampened his spirits!
Chill Everyone!
Jestofo PLEASE review!
Eothain
Very good chapter, Hope you guys like it!(hee,hee)
.................................................................
He waited for what seemed like hours for what was likely to be his fate and the fate of his friends. Watching the approaching Uruk-Hai with fear and despair in his eyes. It was a miracle he had lived through the battle with the Wargs.
~I have lived this far, for what reason I do not know, but I cannot give up now.~
He dwelled on this thought, still it did not comfort him so he prayed,
~God, protect my friends, Frealaf, Heorl, Haleth, Freyda, and their mother. I love them all very much, and if it be your will, keep me from harm as well. Amen.~
Out of everything, this prayer comforted the most. Eotheod's spirits were soon dampened by the rain. The sound of rain against metal was deafening. Soon after the rain started, an arrow was shot by an old man three soldiers to the left of him, and killed the first Uruk-Hai of the battle. A distant voice yelled something he did not understand. The only thing that he understood at the moment was that the Uruk-Hai outnumbered them at least ten thousand to two thousand. Also that the Uruk-Hai were enraged and were advancing swiftly.
Arrows whizzed to and from the two armies. Eotheod caught sight of a ladder drawn onto the wall about twenty feet away to his right. He charged with fury and insisted that if he should die, he would take at least fifteen Uruk-Hai with him. He heard, and recognized two voices in the air as Legolas and Gimli counting all the Uruk-Hai they had killed. He decided that he would compete with them.
"Four, five, six, seven!" he screamed.
Eotheod slashed and hacked with hatred in his heart.
"Twelve! Beat you there Eotheod!" yelled Frealaf.
"You are a bum, Frealaf."
"Bum?"
"Forget about it."
"Sixteen now." Frealaf told him.
"HA! I have seventeen!"
They continued to count and talk together and soon met on the wall.
"Hello. Twenty-nine." boasted Frealaf.
"Thirty-two!" retorted Eotheod playfully.
~I have passed my goal by way more than I could even dream of!~
Suddenly the wall exploded from underneath their feet. Two things he could think of then, How much fun it was to be like flying through the air like that, and loads of pain.
.......................................................
Pain, so much pain. Eotheod could barely stand to look around him to see what had happened. Retreat, that is all he could think of. Everyone was screaming that terrible word and were rushing toward the Hornburg. Eotheod was stumbling with them, his leg was injured badly, he knew. He ran as fast as his hurt leg would allow. He was the last man inside the Hornburg, with the Uruk-Hai hot on his heels. The doors slammed loudly in the enemies face.
"We are all here Eotheod, my family is safe!"
"For now." Eotheod told him.
"My mother, Haleth, and Freyda are going into the caves."
"Give them my best wishes, especially Freyda."
Eotheod had grown in more than friendship with Freyda, he was in a way attracted to her. Knowing this, Frealaf winked at him and said,
"As you wish."
The remaining men spent the rest of the night bracing the door. As the sun rose, Theoden ordered all soldiers to ride out with him and Aragorn, while Gimli would blow the Horn of Helm Hammerhand one last time.
~This will be the end.~
The gates burst open, the Uruk-Hai rushed in and as they did, the riders rushed out. He still continued to count with Frealaf,
"Thirty-six Eotheod!"
"Thirty-four" Eotheod replied.
A horse neighed, Eotheod looked up to see Gandalf with Eomer charging with at least five thousand Riders of Rohan and collide with a clang.
...........................................................
The Uruk-Hai were defeated. He and Frealaf rode to the Hornburg only to find Frealaf's mother, Freyda, and Haleth all crying over a man's body.
"It is Heorl!" exclaimed Frealaf.
"He is dead!" cried Freyda.
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I just had to do that!
Sorry!
I am VERY EVIL!
Muhahahahahaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I thought it was funny when I said the rain dampened his spirits!
Chill Everyone!
Jestofo PLEASE review!
Eothain