Hey, thanks for reading. My very first story so not much to say here. R&R, give pointers, you know what to do. Flames are ok as long as they have pointers. Thanks and enjoy.
Rain"Do you hear that? The chanting? They're coming." Dathmir looked up at his captain. "Is there any hope?" "Little. We have mustered the best defense we can but we are too few here…too few. Curse this rain" Dathmir resumed staring at the black night and downpour, trying to discern any sign of the enemy.
"How can we shoot if we can't see-" Dathmir was cut off as lightning struck, and every soldier stared in horror at the teeming mass of orcs in the valley. "Even in our fear we scarcely over counted!" "We're doomed! Oh no.." "Quiet! Get a hold of yourself. All units prepare to engage!" The wall top erupted with movement as captains restored order and put their battalions in position.
"Dathmir, you're in charge of this squad. You men! Up front with Sergeant Dathmir, make sure no siege equipment stays up!" "Check your bows! All men to line positions get ready!" Various orders were shouted all over the wall top. "Stay sharp men! Mark your targets! Get to-" All shouting was cut-off as the enemy came into view. Aragorn raised his hand. "READY ARROWS"
Bowstrings were heard tightening as a little over a hundred men nocked arrows against 10,000. Dathmir trembled at both the rain and the sound of the enemy chanting.
"That war chant is unnerving… when will they let up?" The captain gave a bitter chuckle "When we're all dead."
Aragorn lowered his hand "FIRE! FIRE AT WILL!" the Rohirrim and elves let loose a shower of arrows, but were dismayed as soon after a hail of crossbow darts sailed at them "Down! Get down!" 2 of Dathmir's 10 men were cut down by the wall of bolts, and the 9 remaining men in the front had just enough tiem to draw their swords as dozens of ladders raised themselves. The last thing Dathmir thought of before he entered the fray was the cold hard rain.