7. The Battle
It's grandfather's ring, all right, by why's she got it? The question ran through my mind a few times, and then I shook it off, "It's just a stupid ring," I muttered, hoping to make her mad or annoyed. She ignored me and walked off in the direction of her room.
"Are you nuts? We've got to get ready, remember? Orcs? Arrows? Swords? Pointy objects that hurt, coming this way? We need to help? GWEN!!! COME BACK HERE NOW!!!" she continued to walk away, unprepared and by the sounds of it, deaf too.
I sighed and walked in the direction of my room. If Gwen was important enough to get grandfathers' ring, then she should be protected. I decided to go to my room and look for some sort of armor, and perhaps a weapon. I doubted I had any, but a strange urge told me to look there. As I opened my wardrobe, I was amazed to find that I was right. There was some mail, a bow and quiver, and a sword. Not to mention my dagger that I usually kept in there (I had forgotten about it).
I the mail on, put a shirt over it, and put on a sturdy pair of riding pants I'd 'borrowed' from Neiathen, an elf friend of mine who I'd grown up with. He was a good friend, and was great to hang around with when I felt like complaining about Gwen. So, I was sure that he wouldn't mind the fact that I would probably be charging into battle with his pants on. I'd thank him later. I put a belt on that held my dagger and a few useful items. I grabbed the bow and sword and ran in the direction of Gwen's room.
I burst into her room. She was standing by the window, looking out. She turned around to look at me with a serious face, but the moment she saw me she let out a laugh, "What are you dressed as? A Calvaryman?"
I glared at her, "I've come to protect you, so don't be ungrateful."
"I don't need protecting," she said, returning to the window.
"You should at least step away from the window. An arrow could fly through and-"
"Don't be silly, Rren, that won't happen. And anyway, it is far too interesting to stop. Come see for yourself," she backed away from the window, and I saw a bunch of orcs fighting with elves in the wood.
"That's not good. They need help," I instinctively turned around for the door, "I'm going."
"Rren don't! Let the men take care of there of the business and us ours!"
"Then I guess I've joined the male species, haven't I?" I said, turning to face Gwen, "I'll be fine, really."
She shook her head and I turned to leave once more, only to be stopped by, "Rren?"
"WHAT!?"
She looked at me with her eyebrow raised, "Are those Neiathen's pants?"
I groaned and left at a full run towards the wood. I pulled out my sword and ran into the battle. I killed two orcs and headed for another. I began to get cocky, thinking it was all to easy, when I turned to find a large orc pointing his bow at me. I ducked in time, and the arrow missed. I rolled away behind a tree, and tried to remember magic. It didn't help. Another arrow grazed my cheek. I stood up and ran. The orc followed. I was scared and looked behind me, not paying attention, when I ran face first into someone, knocking us both over.