In Mirkwood, a pale elf with white hair and blue eyes stumbled into the wood. Her clothes were torn and she was muddy and covered in blood. "Help, please," she begged. Behind her, wild folk were closing in on her, chanting, "Revenge for Saruman, true heir of Middle-earth."
Meldiron lie on a rock in his favorite clearing. It was good to be home, yes, visiting his relatives in Rivendell was nice from time to time, but he was glad to be back in the Wood of the Green Leaves. His precious sword and bow lie at his side, if he should need them, a pack lay at his other side, and all was good in the forest. Or so he thought.
Meldiron was quickly brought out of his thoughts when He started to hear chanting. It grew closer and he realized that the voiced he was hearing were wild men.
Wild men? Out here? Impossible. A frown knit itself into his brow as Meldiron soon realized that these were indeed wild men. He then clasped his quiver to his back and sword around his waist as he heard a cry of help. Meldiron climbed up into a tree, disappearing into the leaves. He was soon right above the wild men. And among the dark, matted heads, there was a light haired maiden that was apparently unarmed. Meldiron knocked an arrow, drew back, and let the white fletched shaft fly.
Then the leader of the wildmen appeared underneath Meldiron. He was huge, about the size of a full-grown man, and he wore a bearskin on his back and a big black crown on his head. He held up his long thick sword and called the company to stop.
He began to sniff about, as an orc would, and he seemed to catch a scent.
"Can you smell it boys, were close" he shouted at the other men.
The wild men began to nervously look round but their eyes showed excitement.
Then in the distance, a strange shrieking was heard and giant spiders, half the size of a man came crawling up at a great speed. Some of the men drew their weapons but the chief with the crown stepped forward.
"It is time that this Rivendell falls. Spiders attack from the north while we attack from the ford.
With a laugh he and his company set off for the river.
The great leader of the wildmen, Greckuk, was actually one of the very few uruk hai to escape from treebeards assault on Isenguard. He had fled into the mountains and slowly gatherers an army of five hundred strong men. Then with high hopes at the undefended fortress of the wood elves, he set off for Mirkwood. On his way, he had come across giant spiders who were bloodthirsty and angry. Greckuk set them off to the shire for sweet meats...
The company halted at the side of the river, which for some reason seemed to be flowing at a great speed.
Greckuk pointed at one of the men and told him to cross the bridge, which he didn't trust. When the man was halfway across the bridge, a snapping sound was heard and the man, along with the bridge, fell screaming into the perilous water.
The nervous men peered round at their leader to see what he was going to do.
"What are you waiting for maggots, build me another bridge," he ordered, and the men set to work.
The spiders were fast at running, so they ran as fast as they could around the elven kings gate and up the hill that was behind it. They were setting a trap.
First, a few of them went down to the gate and laid iron strong sticky webs on the flood just in front of it, so if anyone tried to come out they would be caught and held fast.
Next the rest of the spiders set about hiding up threw trees and around the gate, waiting for an ambush
In the meantime, as the air thickened and the enemy approached, the fair-haired elf ran onwards even after seeing Meldiron. "There is danger following me," she panted as she whirled around and drew her sword. Her blue eyes shimmered with fear and determination. In her porcelain colored hand, she carried a steel sword that had drying blood on the blade. The elf, Linwe, was prepared to fight and she had fought. Her rust colored breeches knees were torn from falling and one of the arms of her button down embroidered dark blue tunic was shorter than the other from an obvious rip. Her boots were muddy and her hair matted. All of these things were signs that she had been in battle.
The elf, Linwe, gasped as the leader came forward. Her hand that was holding the blade shook wit determination and anticipation. She did not know what he was going to do, but she knew that it would not be good. Her breath caught and was held as she waited for the assault.
Meldiron jumped down in front of the fair-haired maiden, unsheathed his sword, and lunged out to strike down the mal-formed leader with one swift motion. He cut Greckuk all the way down his thick arm. In response, the man cried out, in anger rather than pain. after a few minutes of fighting, Meldiron pushed the leader up against a tree stump, holding his own sword up against his throat. As he was about to end the Uruk's life, he started to speak in a dark, strained voice.
"You and your race are doomed, you will all die! Between us and the spiders none of you will escape alive!" Greckuk grinned evilly at Meldiron, exposing his rotted teeth.
Meldiron stared at the uruk, hoping he was lying. He looked at the nasty creature square in the eye. He wouldn't give this minion of Saruman the pleasure of seeing terror in his eyes.
"You are wrong." and with that Meliron let his blade slide across the uruks neck. He would not loose his family, again. And he would protect his King and Prince to the end. Meldiron whipped around, a new incentive in his bones. Just as he thought he would be overtaken, a familiar sound filled his ears - a scout horn. Yes! Some of the hunting scouts must have heard the chaos and come to aid. But who was with them surprised Meldiron. Legolas, his prince, best friend, and responsibility, was firing arrows left and right. Meldiron grabbed the She elf that was still amid the fight by her upper arm and dragged her away from the mass of wild men.
Letting her down behind a large bush, he leaned in to whisper to her. "Stay here, the prince, his scouts and I will take care of the wild men." With that he resumed fighting.
In Mirkwood, the giant spiders had watched the battle with fury, and now their anger could be felt by the two elves, like a buzzing noise all round them. The doors to the city opened and when a few of the elves ran out they were caught in the webs. The remaining wildmen formed a semicircle round the two elves chanting evil words, from the lost land of Mordor that put fear into the hearts of all who heard them. The elves had two choices; they could fight the 400 left wildmen and infuriated spiders or somehow get over the webs and into the city. The spiders began to spin a giant cone over the top of the elves and soon they would be trapped inside walls that they would not be able to escape from, even with their elven blades, for the spiders wrath was now terrible.
In the midst of the fight, she frowned at the elf. Snorting, she left the place she had been place. "I am no weakling," she said to her, "I can fight just as well as you can he-elf." As if to prove a point, she stabbed the orc that was rushing towards her. "I needed assistance, not saving," she said to him with a slight nod. Catching some movement behind her, she twirled and sliced through a leg of an orc. "Sorry," Linwe said sarcastically as she plowed through the battle and fought the remaining orcs, spiders and wildmen along with the elf. "I think we might need more help. There is more of them than of us," the fair haired elf said.
In a deserted goblin city underneath the Misty Mountains, men and giant spiders were rushing about their business. In one room a large man had just banged on the door
"Come in" came a quiet slithery voice from inside.
The man breathed deeply and went inside.
He was in a circular room that seemed to be covered in a black blanket. It was completely bare, save the few flickering lamps. But on the other side of the room there was a dark throne, and a man sat upon it.
"My lord, the attack to Mirkwood has been sent off a few days ago, im sorry that i have had no time to report it to you," said the man at the door.
"I want all reports on the day that they occur in future , but tell me, what other forces do we now have," said the throned man.
When lord Greckuk comes back, he will have a larger army than he took with him my lord, as usual. But in the mean time my men have spotter some cave troll about there mines"
"Well then amour them up, fool," said the man on the throne, which now stood up."I will tell you this now, this stronghold is impenetrable, and no one will be able to siege it. The dark lord failed and so did Saruman. But I, Grima Wormtongue, will not."