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Estel's Encounter in the Woods ch4
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As Estel was pondering his scary, short adventure in his early childhood; he suddenly heard...WOLVES? This close to Rivendell? It was always light and beautiful, day and night at home. He heard them in the distance, but getting closer. What was he to do? He couldn't see them coming in his direction, in the very thick, now black fog. He could only hear the odd noises in the woods. The running, barking and howling had stopped, and it became very quiet and still in the forest. The evil creatures were encircling him, closing in on him.
His hair stood up all over, and he was shaking so hard...he was absolutely terrified. . He froze, he couldn't move for the fear. However he was also feeling humiliated and embarrassed for feeling this weak about himself this way. But he did know what danger he was in. Plus he did have to admit it...he was VERY young. So fear and uncertainy were ok in this situation.
Finally he grabbed his sword, having dropped and kicked it with his boot accidentally, planning on going to retrieve it in a couple of minutes, so he had an approximate idea where it was.. He was so confused, so frightened by what he was hearing. He could hear their breathing...they were making crunching noises in the leaves. Oh, they were SO CLOSE! He really didn't know what to do. He was one lone person facing what sounded like at least a dozen or more of the hungry beasts. The fog made it so much worse, but suddenly, he could hear growling from one side of him, and snapping from another. The only thing he could see were the glowing yellow eyes of the wild dogs.
He knew they were ready and eager to attack. Estel was now despairing ...he knew he was about to die. Then one of them grabbed his arm, which surprised him and hurt so much, that he dropped his sword in some nearby leaves with no way of finding it in the weather amid the attacking wolves. He still used his arms as weapons, but they would grab and chew on them...so he grabbed a large branch to try and injure them or at least back a few of them off a little and preserve his life a little he lost the branch and the only thing he could try and save in the onslaught was his face. He did as good a job as he could, while trying to fight back.
"Oh, Valar, oh, please Eru, help me...I don't want to die here."
Another wolf circled around him, and attacked him from behind; gnashing his teeth and knocking him over.. The creature left a big gash on the young man' back; and Estel swung back with his branch but there was no whine, so he knew he missed the cussed wolf! Another jumped Estel from the front and just started chewing on him. Torturing him. He knocked him over with his makeshift weapon. He was in excrutiating fire from the pain. The air was rife with fear, anger, pain...and blood...HIS blood.
Finally he found a tree, by touch. He tried to cover his back against it, slowly sliding down the side. He covered his face with his bloody arm, and attempted to use the large branch he had found, trying to protect himself. He swung at the closest one, even though it didn't afford much protection...They were slashing chewing, tearing his flesh...his legs, arms, torso, and whining when they got injured, accidentally hurting each other. They jumped over each other to get at the fresh meat before them. Estel was in unbearable pain.. He was covered with blood and getting light-headed. He was weak, dizzy now, close to shock ; and very close to passing out. It was all just too much for his body to handle.
He thought he heard a horse coming his way in the distance. It got there very quickly. He heard someone climb down from his horse; amid growling and whining wolves, until he heard hacking and slashing, and yelling. He could hear them running in the leaves. The pack was geting much smaller, he could tell. So they were either dead or had escaped. But there were none left. Hopefully they wouldn't be back. It was something he would have to tell his Adar...as well as about the black fog.. The horseman ran quickly to the badly hurt young man, removed his cloak and gave it to Estel.. Estel's hero talked to him the entire time they were getting him ready to go to a much safer place. "What are you doing out here all alone in this weather? I bet you can't even see what might be coming along to you, Anyone...or anything, could be a danger to you. It's not safe out here alone, but I'm sure you know that now, young man." Estel had heard what the wolves and man could hear, but they all could see and he couldn't see a single thing in the forest; and it should be almost morning by now. When was 'He' going to be able to see again. It was uncanny. He was in total darkness, even with the fog. How odd.
"Thank you" he whispered, unable to vocalize much else, to his rescuer, but,,,he felt so weak, was in so much pain and had lost so much blood, that he passed out..The man flew to Estel to help him all he could before they left for help. Then the un-named man carefully picked him up and set Estel on the horse in front of him. he was in shock by this time and needed immediate help.
They quickly left for their destination.
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