"OZERA!" Evie yelled in the forest, searching frantically for the elf.

A roar came from the forest to her left and she ran towards it. Knowing full well that Ozera would be heading for the sound as well.

She hated orcs after what had happened to her brother so many years ago.

She broke through into a clearing at last.

Amazement lit her features.

Amazement and fear.

The Orcs were here alright.

But she had not expected quite so many.

At least a hundred orcs were dotted around the huge clearing.

"A human!" One of the orcs shouted.

Arrows flew all over the place from the tree tops then.

Evie snapped out of her stupor and prepared herself for a fight.

Twenty or so orcs ran to her, swords drawn and killing intent clear on their faces.

Evie drew the knife and fork from her belt bag, throwing them at the orcs. Two fell, instantly dead and Evie rushed towards the incoming storm with her walking stick raised threateningly.

She roared and struck the orcs on their heads, either knocking them out or killing them.

More approached her as she fought them, expertly twiddling the walking stick around and killing them, the wood already covered in a nasty red hue.

She took very few hits from them, moving around like a dancer.

She elegantly killed the last of the wave that had attacked her first and moved on to the next wave. Bringing her walking stick down, she planted it in the ground.

"Cover your eyes, Ozera!" She shouted, putting her hand firmly on the top of the walking stick.

"Illuminate!" She cried in elfish. The ground tore up beneath her, leaving her in a crater.

A light shot out of the walking stick, turning it a pure white, so bright that it was blinding.

She pulled it out of the ground and rushed through the orcs, killing them quickly and efficiently while they were still in a daze.

Evie took an arrow to her side but battled on anyway, killing the wave that had attacked her the second time.

At this point at least half of the orcs were gone, thanks to the aid of the hidden archer.

Ozera strung her bow again and fired three arrows at once, killing two of them.

Evie twisted, killing another, and another, and another.

Blood was pouring from her wound, but she ignored the pain using the adrenaline of the fight.

She handsprung over a falling orc and struck another through its chest, watching it fall she roared at them.

At last, the last orc fell to the floor, an arrow through its head and silence echoed around the clearing.

Evie sighed and went to the two orcs that held her knife and fork, pulling them free and cleaning them on the ground.

Ozera dropped to the floor next to her.

"Evie! Are you alright? Did you get injured? How bad was it?" She said in a panicked voice, not pausing for breath.

Evie put a hand on her shoulder. "Good teamwork." She said soothingly.

Ozera sighed in relief and then she looked at Evie, surprised. "How did you know where to go?" She asked in wonder.

Evie smiled at her, though it was more of a grimace because of the pain of the arrow, lodged firmly through her abdomen. "Elves are wise yes, and they know things. They aren't the only ones though."

"What did you do?" She said, looking around at the bodies in awe.

Evie flinched. "Perhaps later Oz, we need to get back to Rivendell in case there are more of them. Plus, I need to get this arrow removed." She said, her smile still plastered to her face.

Ozera's eyes turned panicky as she heard her words. She looked down at Evie's abdomen and gasped. "We need you to get back to Rivendell, now!" She exclaimed, twisting her arm around the small of Evie's back and hoisting her up.

The two made their way to Rivendell like that, Evie partially supporting herself on the walking stick and partially on the worried elf.