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I looked at my reflection in the small pond and frowned. My hair was already looking like a disheveled and tangled mess of loose curls and I just washed it two days ago. It's been about three weeks and 6 days and surprisingly things have been going pretty well. I was slowly but surely making my way to Lolothorien and I haven't met any beastie weastie's yet. Go me.

I took one last sip from the fresh water and shook my hands of the excess droplets. I mounted on my horse Dice and we kept on heading southward. I have to admit that things have been so damn boring that I would actually ENJOY an ork attacking me. After another boring and tedious day of nothingness I stopped to find camp for the night. The area surrounding me where endless plains. I stopped and settled on a steep and narrow hill that had a flat cliff like rock embedded on the side of it.

Oh did I tell you I hunt rabbit now? Yes no need for applause, I know, I'm amazing right? Well after eating nothing but lembas bread and berries for two and a half weeks the need for meat drove me to the brink of insanity. Thus hunting poor rabbits, I feel kind of sorry for the poor little things but hey, you gotta eat right?

The first time I tried to go rabbit hunting I attempted to kill them by throwing my sword at them. That didn't go down well because I ended up injuring myself more than the rabbit. So after that I started setting up smart little traps with deep holes and bait. It worked like a charm.

So after hunting down some rabbit and eating the very little meat it had I fell asleep with the blanket covering me.

I fell in a semi-slumber and my ears picked up a very inhumane growl and sniffing accompanied by footsteps of two ..things coming from the other side of the hill. My eyes opened rapidly and I stood my torso up… Oh no.

The footsteps stopped abruptly and I heard another sniff, this one long and deep. "You smell that fire? Someone's camped here.." said a very deep and throaty jagged voice said sniffing some more.

My heart rate pumped faster as I got up as quietly and possible and clipped my two swords around my waist. I then assesd what I should do.. Should I fight or run? I heard the footsteps coming up the other side of the tall hill. It was too late to run now. I quickly remembered the advice Boromir gave me when fighting.

"If possible, always quickly asses your surrounding when or before fighting the enemy. This means you are given an advantage opposed to your opponent. Does he have any weaknesses? What are his strengths? These are the things that give you the upper hand while fighting."

I then quickly thought of a plan that might give me the gain in this fight. By the time they reached the top of the hill I can sneak around to the back of the hill and perform a melee attack while they aren't looking. Not a foolproof plan but it might just be what I need to actually survive this fight.

I then started to go around the mountain using the darkness to my advantage. I could feel my heart beating in my head. My breath was shallow and hardly there in fear I would get noticed or caught. It was by far the most scary and nerve wracking and the most scariest moment to date in my life. My hands started shaking nervously making the swords move.

I was finally making my way around the mountain and I saw the backs of the two orks.

"Looks like our friend here was in a rush." Said a high pitched nasally voice that was equally as scary as the other voice

"He left all his belongings and his beast here." He said "Sorry Dice" I apologized in my head while slowly stalking up the hill.

The one with the higher voice moved forward.. leaving me the bigger one to kill first.

Each step I got closer my blood pumped a little faster, my breath became a little quicker and the amount of adrenalin made me feel a little bit more on edge. I was only about 3 and a half feet from one of them now. I braced myself for the attack.

"Looks like dey just left" I heard the one with the higher voice say "the sheet it still warm" The one with the deep voice then started to turn around. This is it.

"NOW" a voice in my head commanded me.

His eyes widened as I lunged my sword viciously into his torso and then pulled my two swords out, the metal making sounds against his flesh. After that everything became incomprehensible and fast, the amount of adrenalin impaired my thoughts and all I could think about now was staying alive. Bluish blackish sludge seeped from the two deep wounds and the ork let out a guttural groan from his revolting face and fell to the floor in one swift motion.

I was too distracted with the first ork to notice that the other one performed an attack on me. He growled and launched his sword forward with two hands from behind his back, aiming for the top of my head. I braced myself and stopped the ork from hitting me by placing my two swords in an x shape in front of me. Lodging his sword in the process.

Although I stopped his attack he had the upper hand, he was on top of the hill. He used his leg to kick my torso. I then lost my footing and fell back, rolling down the hill. When I was rolling down the hill I felt a sharp rock hit my nose the back of my head and I let out a gasp of pain.

The momentum of the roll finally stopped and I landed on the front of my body, face pressed to the floor and the blood seeping from my nose making the dusty dirt cling to my face and upper lip. I let out a low groan and tried to compose myself. I was dizzy and lightheaded from the fall down the hill and the rock hitting my head.

I saw the figure of one of my swords and I attempted to reach for it only to feel a sharp pain on the side of my ribs. The ork had kicked me forcefully onto my back and placed his foot roughly on my chest. He had me pinned down with all his weight resting on me.

"You killed me best friend elf" the ork said in a snarl, smiling and obviously not affected by the death of the other ork at all. I was still dazed and I whimpered in fear trying to struggle out of his pin. "I THINK IT'S YOUR TURN NOW!!!" he said boisterously whilst raising his sword in alignment of my neck.

I screamed as he lunged the sword down and moved with all my strength to get out of his pin. I managed to move my body enough to avoid the swords contact with my neck, but instead it sliced close to my neck my through the muscle of the top of my shoulder, cutting all the way down to the floor. I screamed from the enormous amount of pain and managed to kick him in the groin. He then yelped and his pin loosened on me. I actually escaped him and I scampered along the floor to get my sword. He lunged in anger at me but by the time he was near me I had my sword directly aligned with his chest.

I shoved my sword in and out of his body and he fell to the floor in a lifeless mess. I gasped and breathed in and out to calm myself, throwing my sword to the side.

I laid their for a minute and I then looked at my shoulder and their was a pool of blood coming from the wound. The blood had seeped through the fabric of the dress, making a giant red stain. I then touched my nose delicately and felt it become enflamed and painful. I was still breathing in and out and silently thanked god that I was alive.

I managed to stumble back to the camp and rip some of the cloth from the blanket to help the blood loss from the wound on my shoulder. Thoughts were incoherent and unclear as I managed to pack most of my belongings on dice and mounted him. I needed to find safe grounds and help because the blanket doesn't seem to be doing much to stop the wound from bleeding. I guess at that moment all I could do was wait it out. Every minute I spent riding Dice I felt more and more fatigued. The pain was still there but became number. My brain was slipping in and out of consciousness, my eye lids feeling heavy it was hard to even holding myself up. I then felt my eyes close and myself falling of dice and in a heap on the floor.

My mind didn't register the pain as I lied in a mangled pile on the grass. I had to get up, I had to get back on the horse. But my body wouldn't cooperate with my thoughts. I was a lifeless pile. I could smell the blood seeping from my now agitated nose again, the metallic scent of the liquid filling my nostrils.

I stopped thinking as black consumed my thoughts.