Thanks for the encouragement WanderingIdealism!
Aragorn immediately sprang into action like the captain he was.
"Legolas, Gimli - get these three to one of the cars and get out of here!"
It wasn't looking good, but we didn't really have another option. We all nodded and prepared to storm through the trees. Except Sam. He got this funny look and just stood stock still.
"What about you, Strider?"
"I'm going after Frodo and don't you argue with me." As he said it he turned and sprinted in the direction the my cousin had walked off in. As soon as he made a move, O.R.C.s exploded through the trees, yelling, brandishing bats and iron pipes. It was awful, like being back in Moria again. My whole body sort of jammed up and I was stuck in place. That didn't happen to the others though.
Sam yelled just as fiercely and charged after Aragorn. That boy really won't take no for an answer. Strider's light on his feet, dodged our clumsy attackers no bother and broke through the ring. Sam wouldn't have been nearly so lucky if Legolas and Gimli hadn't jumped in to beat off anyone who came near him.
And that left Pip and me. Suddenly all our friends were gone and there we were surrounded by a seething mass of sweaty, ragged thugs. If the odds hadn't been so against us, I might've hoped to outsmart them (I mean, come on, their gang's called 'Orrible Radical Cillers. Killers - with a C.) But the odds were against us. We were totally going to die, or thats what I was thinking when I heard the revving of an engine. It was so loud it drowned out the O.R.C's horrid yammering.
Without warning, the old VW bus burst into the clearing, toppling everyone in it's way like bowling pins. Wheels screamed and the bus turned a tight circle in a totally awesome way. Throwing up dust and scattering the O.R.C.s. It was then that I saw Boromir at the wheel, he'd come to save us! It was a miracle, we were actually going to escape. Pip whooped and grabbed me by the arm, dragging me towards the van. We were almost there when what sounded like a firecracker exploded behind us. Instinctively, we both dropped to the ground. When I looked up a second later, I wished I hadn't.
The windscreen had shattered inward and poor old Boromir was covered in the shards. But that wasn't worst of it. God, I wish it had been. He'd been shot, right in the chest. I didn't even think O.R.C.s had guns, but one did. I just sat there on the ground like the useless idiot I am, staring emptily. Another firecracker noise, another shot to the chest. I spun round and saw the gunman, arm raised, with a twisted smile. But that was wiped off when the engine revved again. The VW shot forward straight at the shooter. I caught a blurred view of Boromir, grim and proud as the van sped past. Then bang, bang, bang. I flinched at every shot.
The bus swerved wildly and crashed into the stand of trees.