Disclaimer: Sorry these charcters are Tolkiens. If they were mine, more stuff on Aragorn and Arwen would occur.
A/N: A little battle scene here, probaly the wors I've ever done. But like I said, this was my first story. It gets better.
Chapter 1: Wounded
Aragorn was exhausted. He had been riding his horse, Rolsalen, for three days in search for the band of Orcs invading the woods named Trollshaws. He had yet to see the disgusting creatures; he had only seen their results of passing two villages. It appeared that they were moving north, but Aragorn had no specific idea on where he was located considering he didn't travel this way often. Aragorn was debating on whether or not to stop and rest for a while. It was dusk and the Orcs would surely be moving on.
Suddenly out of no where a young maiden, dressed in a deep blue dress riding a brown horse with a white mane, came charging out of the brush a hundred feet in front of him. The woman was so beautiful, that Aragorn was certain that he had strayed into a dream. He came to realize that the vision before him was a reality when he saw that in pursuit of the maiden was the Orcs he was in search of.
Aragorn watched, hidden by the thickly wooded environment surrounding him, as she tried desperately to escape from the Orcs. He waited for the right moment before he could strike the villains. Orcs weren't dangerous for their brains, but for their massive fists and excellent skills of weaponry. He saw that this group of Orcs was larger than what he expected, about twelve Orcs total. He had thought that there was only five or six, this wasn't going to be easy. There were three archers in the group, the rest were swordsman.
One of the archers fired an arrow at the girl; luckily he missed and hit her horse's left flank. The horse whinnied in agony and rage. Then turned around to face its enemy. The Orc fired again, this time hitting its target. The horse collapsed in death, and his rider was flung through the air, hitting the ground hard and slipping out of consciousness.
Aragorn had to act now; another person's life depended on him. He kicked his horse and galloped out of his hiding place. When he reached the Orcs he swung his sword, with just two strokes he two archers lay beheaded and destroyed the bow of the third. Aragorn jumped from Rolsalen and dueled with the swordsman Orcs sword to sword. When he killed the first one with ease, he picked up its fallen sword and fought the others with two weapons. After a few minutes of battling them he brought three down, but he still had six more to go. He continued to fight, two Orcs tried to duel with him at the same time in hopes of overwhelming him, but he was a stonewall that could take them on easily. One brought his sword in for a crushing blow, but Aragorn parried it and did the same with the second creature. Two minutes later they both lay dead. Through all of this, Aragorn had forgotten about the third archer who had just fitted one of his dead companion's bows with an arrow. The remaining swordsman Orcs chose an interesting battle tactic; they fled. When Aragorn turned around to fight him and the remaining three behind him, the Orc fired.
The arrow hit his right shoulder; then the pain sank in. It was so fierce that Aragorn almost dropped his sword, but he knew that he had to continue and defend himself and the young woman. Although not as swift as before, he kept fighting. He ran towards the archer and dueled with him. The archer only carried a small blade, but drew it out the block Aragorn's blow. Yet the Orc knew he was at a major disadvantage.
He quickly diminished the Orc that had wounded him and continued to battle the other three. He was able to defeat one of them quickly when it tried to charge him by swerving to the side and running him through. He then proceeded to attack the remaining two. Aragorn was able to bring down one of them, and continued to battle, through the pain in his shoulder, with the remaining Orc.
While Aragorn fought him, the girl woke up. She watched as he finished the last Orc, and then ran to him; his back was turned to her.
"Thank you for saving me," she said, "thank you," Then he turned to face her, doubling over in pain. The girl gasped when she saw the arrow and his wound. Aragorn's last thought was his realization that this girl was not an ordinary maiden, but was an Elf.
Then he collapsed in pain.
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