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Chapter One
"Fire!" cried Faramir. Three hundred Gondorian arches released their bowstrings; three hundred arrows soared into the air. The advancing party of Orcs were stopped dead in their tracks. Most of them were slain before they hit the ground, arrows protruding from various parts of their bodies.
"Well done!" Boromir put a hand on Faramir's shoulder, "You saved some lives there!"
"Thanks," said Faramir, "I'm going to lead my Rangers up the West Bank and intercept the Orcs. Hopefully we'll be able to stop them, and the Dark Lord will have to rethink his plan.
"Good idea! Go!" said Boromir as the next wave of Orcs jumped out of their landing crafts. Boromir drew his sword and ran forwards; the soldiers did likewise. He slashed at an Orc. It blocked and lunged at him. Boromir sidestepped and plunged his dagger into the creature's throat. Black blood ran down the blade and onto his hand, discoloring the scarlet glove he wore. He hastily yanked the blade out and hurled it into the closest Orc who fell down choking on its own blood.
Orc archers started firing arrows from the boats, now swaying in the current of the River Andúin.
"Shields up! Tortoise formation!" yelled Boromir. Obediently, the soldiers lifted their shields over their heads and the ones on the outside of the formation held their shields by the sides with bent arms. "Spears out!" instructed Boromir over the noise of the battle, "Advance!"
When the soldiers were within accurate range of the Orcs, Boromir shouted,
"Break formation and prepare your bows!" The archers jumped out of formation and knocked their arrows. "Draw…FIRE!" Boromir shouted. The archers loosed their arrows with deadly effect. The hail of arrows from the boats ceased.
"Kill the beasts! Don't let them regroup!" yelled Boromir. He decapitated an Orc with a quick swing of his sword. Dark blood stained his blade that had been given to him by his father. He had once been told that Orc blood eats away at the steel of one's blade. Grabbing his victim's spear, he flung it at the Orc chieftain. The lance rammed into the monster and the Orc fell to the ground. Seeing the fate that had befallen their commander, the other Orcs tried to flee, but were cut down. "Victory!" bellowed Boromir, as he strode over to where his dagger lay, imbedded in an Orc's throat. He retrieved it and cleaned both it and his broadsword before sheathing them. "Victory for Gondor! Victory in Osgiliath!" Then he mounted his horse to tell his father, King Denethor, the Steward of Gondor, of their triumph.
TBC.