The Disappearing Act
In the following weeks to come after the death of Buldron, King Morpheus notified his generals of the possible danger at night as security around the castle was soon tightened.
The people of Rohan and Gondor were notified only about the Orcs breach for precautionary measures as were the people of Dwarven and Elven territory.
Since their last meeting with the Orcs, the King and his good friends, the Letahaac brothers, did not have to engage in any sort of combat whatsoever. But on the last night of winter, that was about to change.
As the King was having his dinner and thinking about the Ring, another report from the Letahaac brothers came to his ears. "It is another invasion my Lord, trouble is brewing outside and the peasants are panicking." Tydon Letahaac bowed as he said so. "For the safety of our people, we have to engage the enemy."
Torann remained silent as the King sat up from his throne and temporarily left his thoughts about the Ring. "This is not good. The second invasion in a matter of weeks. Let us hope once again it is not about the Ring." The King muttered as they left the castle in a hurry.
Terror was written on the faces of many peasants as they reached the town centre. Farmers were defending their farms and stabbing at Orcs with rakes, Mothers were defending their children by taking blows from Orc blades and arrows.
Several buildings were on fire as the Orcs continued wrecking havoc among the town. These groups of Orcs were without a doubt several times more than the previous group. Arrows pierced through the night sky as blood spilled. The peasant's weapons were rendered useless against the heavy chunk of metal that protected the Orc bodies.
Torann expertly whipped out a bow and fired eight arrows, each which caught an Orc in his head, as Tydon and Morpheus unsheathed their swords and stabbed at the Orcs.
Upon the arrival of the trio, the Orcs focused their attention onto them, as hordes of Orcs on horseback and on foot charged towards them. Tydon and Morpheus fought at the front line as Torann killed from a distance behind them.
It became clear after a few minutes, that the trio were dominating the Orcs as bloodied bodies lay on the stone hard floor.
Then, a hard clash was heard as Tydon fell to the floor with a crash. The mighty warrior was bludgeoned by an oncoming Orc as he lay on the ground dazed. The momentum shifted hands as Morpheus was temporarily battling alone on the front line.
As Tydon got to his feet, Torann caught sight of fleeing Orcs, smiling triumphantly, he slayed the remainder of the Orcs with his bow. After the battle was clearly won by the trio, the King approached Tydon. "Are you okay? You got caught pretty badly by that maceā¦" "I am fine, what is more important is that we successfully defended our peasants." Tydon replied.
As they mounted their horses, peasants unlocked their doors and cheered as the King and the Letahaac brothers made their way back to the castle.
It was late at night and they prepared for bed as they reached the castle doors and dismounted their horses. But then, Morpheus met with a piece of bad news. The Ring was lost.
