CHAPTER VI
THE BATTLE BEFORE THE DAWN
A mere day later, I set out with my company to go attack the evil forces that Arash told us about. I set out with all 675 elves, including Aralokë and Duinrama. We got word from Bungo that the enemy base was to the left of Menegroth, so that's where I ordered my men to march. After a few hours of marching, Duinrama ran up next to me and decided to have a talk with me.
"Sir", said Duinrama. "Why are we marching to the west? Arash told us that the enemy forces attacked Lorien from Dol Guldur".
"I know he did", I said. "But the halfling told us that the base he was held at was to the west of Menegroth. Since he personally experienced living in the base, that must be where the base is."
"But sir", said Duinrama. "How do you know the hobbit isn't trying to trick us?"
"How do you know Arash isn't trying to trick us?" I said to him. "I don't. And I don't know that the hobbit isn't trying to trick us, but I made a choice and I trusted the Hobbit. Duinrama, you should understand one thing about life- there are an infinite amount of choices to make, and what choices you do make are the ones that determine the course of the future. What happens if we fail?"
"Then all of Middle-Earth fails", said Duinrama.
"See", I said to him. "Life does depend on the choices we make. In life, we must..."
"My lord!" yelled Arash. "Our scout came back dead with four arrows in his body".
"What kind of arrows?" I asked him.
"Haradrim by the looks of it", said Arash.
"By the name of the Valar", I cursed. "EVERYONE, FALL OUT!" Then everyone ran up behind me. "FALL INTO FORMATION ER-ER-ER!" Formation er-er- er was when the archers would get behind the swordsman so the archers can quickly get to their swords if the enemy gave us a surprise attack. For a minute, we heard nothing but the chirps of birds and the swooshing of streams. But then, a strange chant could be heard throughout the forest.
"ARCHERS, READY!" I yelled. The archers then grabbed their bows and arrows and aimed at invisible targets in the distance. As the chanting grew louder, we could barely make out a large mass of people. Then, a minute later, we could make it out as a Haradrim force of about 800 soldiers.
"FIRE AT WILL!" I yelled. The archers then all fired when ready, and the front line of the Haradrim was all hit with arrows. But once the Haradrim lost their soldiers, they got furious. They all drew swords and charged like starving dragons lunging for a meal.
"DRAW SWORDS!" I yelled. Then each and every soldier dropped their things and unsheathed their swords. "CHARGE!" Then, I charged out to the enemy forces and my entire army followed me. Several enemy arrows zinged past our heads and hit several of my soldiers. I would have to mourn for them later, for now I would have to concentrate on the battle going on now. A few seconds later, we had impact with the Haradrim. The ching of the swords clashing rang in my head, and it would throughout the whole battle. Once we collided with the Haradrim, I swung my sword around killing as many of the enemy as possible. I could see their painful and terrorized faces as I stuck my sword through each of their bodies. But I didn't care. All I cared about was the victory that was at hand. For a moment I thought I saw Bungo clad in Elvish armor taking a swing at the Haradrim, but I knew I must've been imagining things, for Halflings cannot fight. So I swung my sword, dodged their blows, and helped as many soldiers as I could, which was not many. I knew these soldiers had to take care of themselves, but when I saw a helpless youngling screaming for mercy as a Haradrim was about to stick his cruel blade through the boy's body, I couldn't just stand there.
Speaking of younglings, you might be wondering about Aralokë and Duinrama. Well, they were having the same time as I was- killing, dodging, and saving. And I have to tell you they were excellent fighters. Especially Aralokë. He was just slashing through the enemy like butter through a knife. And he rarely got any wounds. But that would change soon.
"HEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEE!" came a voice from the distance. "HEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEE!" The voice rang in each soldiers' (except the Haradrim's) heads. According to Aráto, that was the same laughter Aralokë heard in his vision. Then, several seconds later, a barrage of blades came zinging down. These blades were exactly like the one in Aráto's body. They came down like rain from the sky while the cruel laughing continued. These blade killed several soldiers for it hit them in the throat, but the ones who were hit in not as such a venerable place (such as the arm or the legs) showed various sick effects. Some started spitted white foam, while others became paralyzed. Some even turned into ash and blew away with the wind. I then saw that nearly every soldier (including Aralokë and Duinrama) was hit by a blade. After a while, I knew we had lost the battle.
"RETREAT!" I yelled. Shortly after my call, a blade hit me. I then turned and saw that it hit my legs, which became very limp. I then fell down, since I couldn't walk anymore. My legs couldn't function. Then, a few minutes later, I saw a Haradrim walk up to me and put his foot on my back.
"Die, you miserable creature", said the Haradrim. That was the last thing I would here in a long time.
THE BATTLE BEFORE THE DAWN
A mere day later, I set out with my company to go attack the evil forces that Arash told us about. I set out with all 675 elves, including Aralokë and Duinrama. We got word from Bungo that the enemy base was to the left of Menegroth, so that's where I ordered my men to march. After a few hours of marching, Duinrama ran up next to me and decided to have a talk with me.
"Sir", said Duinrama. "Why are we marching to the west? Arash told us that the enemy forces attacked Lorien from Dol Guldur".
"I know he did", I said. "But the halfling told us that the base he was held at was to the west of Menegroth. Since he personally experienced living in the base, that must be where the base is."
"But sir", said Duinrama. "How do you know the hobbit isn't trying to trick us?"
"How do you know Arash isn't trying to trick us?" I said to him. "I don't. And I don't know that the hobbit isn't trying to trick us, but I made a choice and I trusted the Hobbit. Duinrama, you should understand one thing about life- there are an infinite amount of choices to make, and what choices you do make are the ones that determine the course of the future. What happens if we fail?"
"Then all of Middle-Earth fails", said Duinrama.
"See", I said to him. "Life does depend on the choices we make. In life, we must..."
"My lord!" yelled Arash. "Our scout came back dead with four arrows in his body".
"What kind of arrows?" I asked him.
"Haradrim by the looks of it", said Arash.
"By the name of the Valar", I cursed. "EVERYONE, FALL OUT!" Then everyone ran up behind me. "FALL INTO FORMATION ER-ER-ER!" Formation er-er- er was when the archers would get behind the swordsman so the archers can quickly get to their swords if the enemy gave us a surprise attack. For a minute, we heard nothing but the chirps of birds and the swooshing of streams. But then, a strange chant could be heard throughout the forest.
"ARCHERS, READY!" I yelled. The archers then grabbed their bows and arrows and aimed at invisible targets in the distance. As the chanting grew louder, we could barely make out a large mass of people. Then, a minute later, we could make it out as a Haradrim force of about 800 soldiers.
"FIRE AT WILL!" I yelled. The archers then all fired when ready, and the front line of the Haradrim was all hit with arrows. But once the Haradrim lost their soldiers, they got furious. They all drew swords and charged like starving dragons lunging for a meal.
"DRAW SWORDS!" I yelled. Then each and every soldier dropped their things and unsheathed their swords. "CHARGE!" Then, I charged out to the enemy forces and my entire army followed me. Several enemy arrows zinged past our heads and hit several of my soldiers. I would have to mourn for them later, for now I would have to concentrate on the battle going on now. A few seconds later, we had impact with the Haradrim. The ching of the swords clashing rang in my head, and it would throughout the whole battle. Once we collided with the Haradrim, I swung my sword around killing as many of the enemy as possible. I could see their painful and terrorized faces as I stuck my sword through each of their bodies. But I didn't care. All I cared about was the victory that was at hand. For a moment I thought I saw Bungo clad in Elvish armor taking a swing at the Haradrim, but I knew I must've been imagining things, for Halflings cannot fight. So I swung my sword, dodged their blows, and helped as many soldiers as I could, which was not many. I knew these soldiers had to take care of themselves, but when I saw a helpless youngling screaming for mercy as a Haradrim was about to stick his cruel blade through the boy's body, I couldn't just stand there.
Speaking of younglings, you might be wondering about Aralokë and Duinrama. Well, they were having the same time as I was- killing, dodging, and saving. And I have to tell you they were excellent fighters. Especially Aralokë. He was just slashing through the enemy like butter through a knife. And he rarely got any wounds. But that would change soon.
"HEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEE!" came a voice from the distance. "HEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEE!" The voice rang in each soldiers' (except the Haradrim's) heads. According to Aráto, that was the same laughter Aralokë heard in his vision. Then, several seconds later, a barrage of blades came zinging down. These blades were exactly like the one in Aráto's body. They came down like rain from the sky while the cruel laughing continued. These blade killed several soldiers for it hit them in the throat, but the ones who were hit in not as such a venerable place (such as the arm or the legs) showed various sick effects. Some started spitted white foam, while others became paralyzed. Some even turned into ash and blew away with the wind. I then saw that nearly every soldier (including Aralokë and Duinrama) was hit by a blade. After a while, I knew we had lost the battle.
"RETREAT!" I yelled. Shortly after my call, a blade hit me. I then turned and saw that it hit my legs, which became very limp. I then fell down, since I couldn't walk anymore. My legs couldn't function. Then, a few minutes later, I saw a Haradrim walk up to me and put his foot on my back.
"Die, you miserable creature", said the Haradrim. That was the last thing I would here in a long time.