Rest
Altril Narmolanya
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Chapter Three: Part One
"Ai!" The oldest son of Elrond charged head long into the mass of Orc's. Strength flowed through Elladan's views, he had most of the, Imladris Guard behind him none could withstand. Once they slaughtered the first wave of Orc's Elladan could see Elrohir and a group of Dúnadain in the midst of the largest of Orc's.
"My lord, the archer's are read. Do you wish that we release a volley?" Galathon, one of the twins closets friend questioned. "Elladan," he put his hand on his friends should, "what are you going to have us do?"
"Elrohir, we must save him. Tell the archers not to fire yet. Athonel, command the cavalry to draw off the yrch's to the east. Galathon, come with me." Both elves race off into the trees. All of the sudden Elladan skidded to a halt. "Do you remember the pranks we use to pull?"
"This is no time to bring up that mellon, this is war. What ar-"
"Remember when Legolas came to visit us from the Mirkwood for the very first time?"
"I see," Galathon smiled, "but this time we are going to catch Elrohir, using you as bait." A playful gleam glinted off his face.
"Me?" scoffed Elladan. "'Tis you who is going to be the bait. Let's go." They stealthy crept closer to the battle, when they were about thirty yards away Elladan scurried up a tree. Galathon jumped out from the cover of the trees, giving the Orc's a target. As most people know Orc's are not the smartest creatures. So as soon as Galathon jumped out they abandoned their prisoners and chased after Galathon. Silently Elladan jumped out of the tree and quickly killed the two Orcs left guarding his twin. "How is it that I must always get you out of trouble, but I never haft to be saved?"
A smile broke out on Elrohir's face. "Come, undo my bonds. They cannot hold off the Orc's for long."
"Lady Gilrain and young Aragorn, are they safe?" One of the young men questioned.
Pity filled Elladan's eyes as he recognized the young edain as Gilrain's younger brother, Rhinon. "Do not be afraid for your sister and nephew, Rhinon, she is safe in Imladris with Lord Elrond." There was a moment of unearthly quietness, and then screams of "Retreat!" were heard echoing through the air.
"Elladan, where are the horses? We must hasten to Imladris and alert Lord Elrond to the imminent danger that approaches. Here comes Galathon," remarked Elrohir. "What gave you two the idea to have him lead the Orc's away?"
"I shall explain on the way back to Rivendell. Now we must ride hard and fast." They all mounted the semi-fresh horses and raced towards safety. The only mistake they made a discounting the numbers of Orcs. Seemingly the Orcs had ran off after the first onslaught of the Imladris Guard, but they had gathered on the sides of a narrow embankment where they knew the Elves would be trapped. As they approached the narrow place the horses became antsy and agitated. They were in a to big of a rush to take notice of these facts. After almost everyone had passed through the Orc's launched their attack on the weakest first.
"Athonel, take a group of riders and go get help. We can't hold them off for long."
"My lord, I can help you fight! Send someone else, someone who has less skill in battle!"
"This is not a request, it is an order. Do you know how to obey an order or not? Now GO!"
Fearful of his captain's wrath Athonel rode off with all speed. A group of riders followed closely. The battle was very close, even though the skill of the Elves far outmatched that of the Orc's, but there were at least four Orcs to every Elf or Dúnadain. It was a reckless hate that drove them on, not caring who they slaughtered. Slowly but surely the Imladris Guard was being beaten down, there would be no happy ending for many. Elladan, Elrohir and Galathon stood looking out over the battle, sadness formed in their deep eyes. Many of their closest friends were going to be reunited with other's that had gone before to the Halls of Mandos. "Elladan, we must sound the retreat. Our troops are being slaughtered."
"We can hold till Athonel comes with reinforcements. The troops will managed."
"You are thickheaded, we shall all be killed. These Orcs out number us four to one. Everyone will understand your retreat, Elladan."
Elladan sighed, he knew his brother was correct, but his pride did not want to give way to something that could make him look weak. After a few moments of contemplation the decision was made. "Sound retreat," said Elladan through clenched teeth. An echo of 'Sound retreat!" Rang throughout the area. Curtly Elrohir nodded his head towards his brother, supporting his decision. It smote Elladan's hope to flee from this cowardly attack. "This does not feel right. Something is wrong. Do you sense it?"
Rwain, Elrohir's horse stirred uneasily; not just because of the battle. "Yes, some new evil draws near. Even Rwain can feel it," Elrohir patted Rwain's neck, encouraging him to stand. Simultaneously the twins looked up. On top of the ridge sat Athonel, bow in hand and an arrow fitted to the string.
"That bast-" Elladan stopped short. "How dare he betray his people?" Anger welled up in the eldest son of Elrond. "He knew we would becoming this way and so he lead the Orcs right to us. The troops have to get out. I will deal with this personally, later."
"Come, gwador!" Elrohir dug his heals into the flank of his mount, spurring him on. It was a wild race to reach the boarders of Rivendell. "Niro lim, Rwain! Niro lim!" Rwain was beginning to tire, but by some virtue of the Elvish language or the grace of the Valar Rwain was given new energy.
Finally the boarders of Rivendell came into view. An instant feeling of lightness sprung into the heart of the Imladris Guard. No longer was fear present and gladness and mirth sprang forth from everyone. "Fall in formation!" The guard orderly once again marched the rest of the way home.