Chapter 6:
Morié grimaced as she rode the borders of Imladris and saw the smoke rising. Sentries had ridden to the Homely House to announce an attack near the borders by orcs. It had been many years since Orcs had dared come so close to the largest of the Elven lands. The smell of smoke and the charred flesh wafted through the usually pleasant air, making the sensitive noses of the Elves rankle. Elrond had been quite reluctant to send Morié with her fellow warriors to the scene, worried of the consequences of an attack. But she had reassured her uncle that she was perfectly safe. After all, Glorfindel headed the group and he was one of the best warriors of Imladris. Morié was not that worried about her own survival, as she could hold her own in most battles.
As they reached the scene of the attack, Morié dismounted cautiously and began to examine the bodies. They were traders from Lothlorien and the dead were numerous, littered on the ground with orc arrows in their now bloated bodies. Pre-occupied, Morié saw no sign of the orcs advancing until they were nearly upon them and only had time to yell "ta naa neuma" before the enemy was on them. Grabbing her weapons, the elleth quickly felled an orc that was too near and began to hack through the rabble of orcs with her sword. But the orcs were too strong and she soon had to resort to fighting each one individually.
Felling one, she was soon clear of her enemies but saw one sneak up behind Glorfindel, who was busy fighting against another orc. As the orc raised his sword, Morié yelled out "Glorfindel, tira ten' rashwe" and loosed an arrow at the orc behind him. As her arrow found its mark, the orc let out a scream and fell on Glorfindel. As Glorfindel fell, his sword caught the other orc and he ran from the area screaming, his blood trailing on the ground. Morié ran to her fallen friend, her sword clearing the path of other orcs as she started to pull the dead orc off the elf's body and.
Setting his broken arm with what she could find, she ordered the surviving troops to head back to Imladris and walked Glorfindel to Eriador. Placing him gently on the back of her trusty steed, she hopped on and they rode back to the city, where the healers took Glorfindel off her hands and she took stock of her injuries. She had not emerged unscathed from this battle, much to her disappointment. She had the obvious bruises and cuts but one arm was acting strangely. As she took off her clothes to change, she saw a deep cut in her right arm between the elbow and the shoulder. It was not bleeding so Morié bandaged it and went to take a shower to clean the grime and blood from her body. As she stepped out of the shower, the world began to spin and she collapsed unconscious on the floor of her chamber with a nearly inaudible groan...
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
ta naa neuma - It's a trap
Glorfindel, tira ten' rashwe - Glorfindel, look out!