STRIKE TWO
Aragrod had been riding in his horse for an hour. In only a matter of minutes, he would arrive in the Golden Wood and warn Galadriel of the impending danger. All of a sudden, his horse started getting restless and neighing really loudly.
"What do you see, Lómroch?" asked Aragrod. Then a faint growl could be heard from the distance, and that made Lómroch upset. Aragrod then drew his sword and awaited an attack. For several minutes, no more noise was made. When Aragrod decided to leave, that's when the attack came. A Warg leaped out of the bushed and pounced Lómroch. Aragrod was able to jump off before the Warg attacked, but Lómroch wasn't so lucky. As the Warg ripped apart the doomed horse, Aragrod ran up and sliced its hind legs off. The Warg then cried out in pain as Aragrod stuck his sword through its head.
"No one who touches my horse like that shall live to see the next sunrise", said Aragrod. Then, the Orc who rode the Warg got off the bloodied Warg and drew his blade.
"No one who touches my Warg like that shall live, either", said the Warg rider. The Orc then charged at Aragrod, but he easily deflected his enemy's blow. The two of them kept slashing at each other with no effect. Finally, after several minutes of deflecting, the Orc managed to stick his blade through Aragrod's shoulder. Aragrod then screamed out in pain and stuck his sword through the Orc's gut.
"You know", said the Orc, "Wargs always ride in packs". The Orc then fell down and died. Aragrod then looked at his shoulder and saw that the blade the Orc stabbed him with was poisoned. If he didn't get to a healer soon, he would die quickly. The ride to Lorien was only half an hour's ride, but walking it was about two hours.
"Oh well", thought Aragrod. "I might as well spend the last minutes of my life saving the world I love. He then walked off to go to his destiny, one that would change the Golden Wood forever.
Haldir and his army hid in the bushes. After the first assault on Lorien, the Elves had then task of taming the fire before more Malorn trees fell. Haldir was able to find a stream only a minute's walk from the battlefield and his army was able to tame the fire. But once that was done and the debris was cleared, Haldir put his next strategy in action. He was going to have his soldiers hide in the bushes and wait for the Orcs to come by. If they were on foot, his soldiers would leap at the army and slash at them from their side. If they were on Wargs or horses, his soldiers would get in front of them with spears before the enemy could stop and their Wargs/horses would die. After hours in the bushes, Haldir heard a faint sound. It was the growling of Wargs.
"Wargs approach ", whispered Haldir. "Draw spears ". All of the Elves then sheathed their swords and picked up their spears. Then the Wargs drew closer, and closer, and closer. And right when they were about to cross their path, Haldir gave the signal.
"NOW!" yelled Haldir. The spearmen then ran right in front of the Wargs and held their spears up to them so the Wargs could be stuck. Once the Wargs in the front row were stopped, several of the remaining Wargs collided with each other. Then the remaining Elves charged at the Wargs with swords and killed them all. In a matter of seconds, every single Warg and Orc was dead. In an Orkish perspective it was a massacre, but in the elvish perspective it was a well-earned victory. But right as they were cheering, several arrows zinged past their heads.
"DON'T LET YOUR GUARD DOWN! " yelled Haldir. "Continue fighting !" But it was very hard for his orders to get across to everyone since they were the ones being ambushed while they were the ones trying to ambush their enemy. Once the enemy drew closer, Haldir drew his sword and fought against the enemy. There was no other way to end the seemingly endless fighting. So that's how the second assault on Lorien began. The fighting lasted several hours with each side gaining many advances and loses on each side. Finally, after six hours of fighting, some relief came to the elves.
"Sir", said one of the Orcs soldiers. "I heard one of the dying elves talk about reinforcements. Sir, if reinforcements come we will lose battle and Necromancer will be very unhappy."
"Yes", said the Orc commander. "He will not tolerate another loss, and neither will I. RETREAT! ." All of the Orcs then broke their battle with the elves and followed their commander out of the battlefield. The elves sent a volley at the Orcs, but only a few dozen fell.
"We did it again!" cheered an elf soldier. "LORIEN IS FINALLY OURS!"
"Not quite", said Haldir. "There will be more and they will come with more forces and more power. We must prepare for that. The battle for Lorien will not be over for quite some time.
Aragrod had been riding in his horse for an hour. In only a matter of minutes, he would arrive in the Golden Wood and warn Galadriel of the impending danger. All of a sudden, his horse started getting restless and neighing really loudly.
"What do you see, Lómroch?" asked Aragrod. Then a faint growl could be heard from the distance, and that made Lómroch upset. Aragrod then drew his sword and awaited an attack. For several minutes, no more noise was made. When Aragrod decided to leave, that's when the attack came. A Warg leaped out of the bushed and pounced Lómroch. Aragrod was able to jump off before the Warg attacked, but Lómroch wasn't so lucky. As the Warg ripped apart the doomed horse, Aragrod ran up and sliced its hind legs off. The Warg then cried out in pain as Aragrod stuck his sword through its head.
"No one who touches my horse like that shall live to see the next sunrise", said Aragrod. Then, the Orc who rode the Warg got off the bloodied Warg and drew his blade.
"No one who touches my Warg like that shall live, either", said the Warg rider. The Orc then charged at Aragrod, but he easily deflected his enemy's blow. The two of them kept slashing at each other with no effect. Finally, after several minutes of deflecting, the Orc managed to stick his blade through Aragrod's shoulder. Aragrod then screamed out in pain and stuck his sword through the Orc's gut.
"You know", said the Orc, "Wargs always ride in packs". The Orc then fell down and died. Aragrod then looked at his shoulder and saw that the blade the Orc stabbed him with was poisoned. If he didn't get to a healer soon, he would die quickly. The ride to Lorien was only half an hour's ride, but walking it was about two hours.
"Oh well", thought Aragrod. "I might as well spend the last minutes of my life saving the world I love. He then walked off to go to his destiny, one that would change the Golden Wood forever.
Haldir and his army hid in the bushes. After the first assault on Lorien, the Elves had then task of taming the fire before more Malorn trees fell. Haldir was able to find a stream only a minute's walk from the battlefield and his army was able to tame the fire. But once that was done and the debris was cleared, Haldir put his next strategy in action. He was going to have his soldiers hide in the bushes and wait for the Orcs to come by. If they were on foot, his soldiers would leap at the army and slash at them from their side. If they were on Wargs or horses, his soldiers would get in front of them with spears before the enemy could stop and their Wargs/horses would die. After hours in the bushes, Haldir heard a faint sound. It was the growling of Wargs.
"Wargs approach ", whispered Haldir. "Draw spears ". All of the Elves then sheathed their swords and picked up their spears. Then the Wargs drew closer, and closer, and closer. And right when they were about to cross their path, Haldir gave the signal.
"NOW!" yelled Haldir. The spearmen then ran right in front of the Wargs and held their spears up to them so the Wargs could be stuck. Once the Wargs in the front row were stopped, several of the remaining Wargs collided with each other. Then the remaining Elves charged at the Wargs with swords and killed them all. In a matter of seconds, every single Warg and Orc was dead. In an Orkish perspective it was a massacre, but in the elvish perspective it was a well-earned victory. But right as they were cheering, several arrows zinged past their heads.
"DON'T LET YOUR GUARD DOWN! " yelled Haldir. "Continue fighting !" But it was very hard for his orders to get across to everyone since they were the ones being ambushed while they were the ones trying to ambush their enemy. Once the enemy drew closer, Haldir drew his sword and fought against the enemy. There was no other way to end the seemingly endless fighting. So that's how the second assault on Lorien began. The fighting lasted several hours with each side gaining many advances and loses on each side. Finally, after six hours of fighting, some relief came to the elves.
"Sir", said one of the Orcs soldiers. "I heard one of the dying elves talk about reinforcements. Sir, if reinforcements come we will lose battle and Necromancer will be very unhappy."
"Yes", said the Orc commander. "He will not tolerate another loss, and neither will I. RETREAT! ." All of the Orcs then broke their battle with the elves and followed their commander out of the battlefield. The elves sent a volley at the Orcs, but only a few dozen fell.
"We did it again!" cheered an elf soldier. "LORIEN IS FINALLY OURS!"
"Not quite", said Haldir. "There will be more and they will come with more forces and more power. We must prepare for that. The battle for Lorien will not be over for quite some time.