Chapter 4
"Where am I?"
"You're in a dwarf mine".
"Who are you?"
"Gimli, son of Gloin, who are you".
"I'm Miroku, how did I get here?"
"There was bright light, and you were there," Gimli answered, "It was kind of lucky that happened".
"And why would that be?" Miroku asked suspiciously.
"You scared the orks off," Gimli answered.
"Orks...," Miroku stated, "What are they?"
Gimli looked at him shocked, "You don't know what orks are?"
"I'm not from around here," Miroku answered, "I think..., Can you say where I am again?"
"You're in a dwarf mine that we have named Stone split path," Gimli answered, "It's on the border of Gondor and Harad".
Miroku could only stare.
"Middle earth?" Gimli stated out loud, "Do you recognize that?"
"Sorry, I don't," Miroku answered.
"What are we going to do with you?" Gimli questioned out loud.
"Tell me what orks are," Miroku answered, knowing that wasn't what Gimli meant.
"A race of carnivorous creatures, that act as servants to the dark forces," Gimli answered, "You scared them off, but they'll be back soon".
"How many?" Miroku asked.
"An army," Gimli answered, "We're trying to escape, to a human city named Pelargir. We have been resting since you arrived".
"Which has been?" Miroku asked.
"Mere hours," Gimli answered, "And now we're going to continue our trip back up to he surface".
"Surface," Miroku questioned, "I thought we were just in a cave".
"It started out as a small cave," Gimli stated, "But the dwarves here, had dug into it, made it larger. You are in a deep under ground maze".
Gimli and Miroku ended up right in front of the escaping dwarves, they marched as quickly, and quietly as possible. Almost completely in the dark, save a few torches. They traveled through numerous large rooms. None extremely huge, or breath taking by them selves. But together, they were amazing. They kept a keen eye on all routes through the caves, watching for any potential attackers.
"That's the last room," Gimli whispered to Miroku, "Then we're are outside".
Then it happened.
The drums was heard from deep in the cave.
Spine tingling screeches were heard deep in the cave.
Gimli ordering a sprint out of the cave.
They ran out of the cave before they even seen any ork.
Only to see a ork army waiting for them. The dwarves being greatly outnumbered, formed into ranks and marched directly into the ork army. They had no other option, running equalled out to being separated and slaughtered. They could not stall, the orks in the cave would of been able to ambush them. The odds were completely against them. Trying to fight them with their numbers was suicide. But they'd make the orks numbers at least more manageable for the orks next target. The two sides clashed, and the dwarves managed to win the initial hit, and keep up their efforts against the orks. Until the orks that were in the caves appeared, them and the trolls started to fight. There were only about fifteen to twenty orks, so that have to much of a threat.
The first thing that Miroku tried to do just before the two sides clashed was to use his wind tunnel. Needless to say, it didn't work, and he had to fight with only his staff. Miroku was having no problems with the orks, his skill was far beyond theirs. All he had to do was not fall down to their level. Underestimating an opponent would be at the moment an always a foolish mistake. Though he knew his efforts at the moment were not enough to save them. The dwarves that Miroku was fighting with were being killed off rather quickly. It is rather difficult to hold of two or more attackers at once after all. The orks numbers just didn't seem to end.
And then Miroku's situation had just made worse, the first of the trolls reached the skirmish. There were five of them, and the only one who reached the skirmish. Decided to swing it club right at Miroku. Miroku with the use of his spiritual powers managed to block it. The troll lifted his club, stared at Miroku for a second and swung again. Miroku deflected the attack slightly to the side, and Miroku shoved his staff up the trolls throat effectively killing it.
The orks hearing it's moan as Miroku killing it, back off.
The remaining dwarves regroup. And stall as long as they can.
Miroku has an idea.
The orks screech.
The orks resumed their attack.
Miroku shrugged of the first ork off with ease. And then he did it.
He used four of his sutras. One for each troll. He hit all four trolls with the sutras. The trolls all moaned in pain. And in that pain the trolls started to swing their weapons around, and used their other to hit the ground. Killing of anything that was close. Whether it was ork, dwarf, or even Miroku,. There didn't have any real target at that point. After some time, the trolls had started to slow down. Each movement being slower, and slower. Until they died a slow, painful death.
The orks situation after Miroku attack against the trolls had serious implications in the battle. The orks found themselves on the receiving end of the trolls pain. They were the ones being killed, and by their own no less. The orks couldn't fight the dwarves for they would die off to easily. All they could do was run form the trolls or die. Most chose to run, though lots didn't get a choice.
Miroku and the few dwarves that survived managed to so far took advantage of the chaos. Chaos that Miroku created. The quickly removed the orks that got in their way. They had eventually escaped, without immediate worry of being followed. For the orks had no choice but to regroup, or be slowly be destroyed.
They made their way away from the battle, and though they escaped without being followed, even though they were exhausted..., Miroku, Gimli, and the eight or nine remaining dwarves had to continue.
(A/N): I could not find an existing location for Miroku, so I created one.