As the group continued their march, the mood had shifted from quiet reflection to growing tension. The hills of Rohan stretched out before them, their rolling green slopes dotted with wildflowers and tall grasses swaying in the gentle breeze. The people moved slowly, their fatigue evident in each weary step they took. Kitra walked alongside Aragorn, her eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of trouble. Alana was a few paces behind, her bow slung over her shoulder, ever ready for any sudden threat.
Hama and Gamling rode past them confidently on their sturdy steeds, their eyes sharp and experienced as they scanned the landscape for any danger that may lie ahead. The wind carried with it an eerie silence that set Kitra on edge, and she exchanged a quick glance with Aragorn, her instincts prickled with unease.
Above, on a hillock overlooking the vast expanse of Rohan, Legolas stood watch, his keen elven eyes ever vigilant. He saw the two horsemen ride past but paused, sensing something amiss. His sharp gaze darted across the horizon, and suddenly, a shift in the wind made his breath catch. On the cliff face above Hama and Gamling, a massive Warg and its rider appeared, charging down the slope with terrifying speed.
Kitra's heart leapt into her throat as she saw the monstrous creature hurtling towards them. Without hesitation, she called out to Aragorn and Éowyn who were nearby, her voice filled with urgency. They immediately tensed upon hearing her cry and prepared for battle
Without warning, the massive Warg slammed into Hama, its powerful jaws closing around him with a sickening crunch. Kitra's heart stopped as she watched in horror, feeling helpless and afraid. She quickly drew her sword, her hands trembling as she tried to steady them. But chaos erupted faster than she could process. Gamling valiantly fought against the Warg rider, his sword clashing against the creature's tough hide. From atop the hill, Legolas moved with deadly speed, his bow already drawn and an arrow fitted onto the string.
With precise aim and unwavering determination, Legolas released the arrow and it struck the Warg right between its blazing eyes. The creature let out a guttural growl before collapsing to the ground, lifeless. Legolas then swiftly moved forward and finished off the rider with his twin knives.
Aragorn sprinted up the hill towards the commotion, his eyes scanning for any other signs of danger. "Wargs!" Gamling's voice rang out, a warning to all.
Kitra's blood ran cold at the mention of Wargs - fierce and cunning scouts that often traveled in packs. She tightened her grip on her sword, knowing they had to be prepared for more enemies. Just as Aragorn rushed back down the hill towards them, Legolas appeared from the opposite direction, his expression grave and determined.
"A scout!" he called out, his voice tense with urgency.
Kitra followed Legolas' gaze and saw more Wargs appearing on the horizon - far too many for their small group to handle. Aragorn immediately turned and started running back towards the people gathered below, where Théoden was already approaching on horseback.
"What is it?" Théoden demanded as he rode up to Aragorn. "What do you see?"
Aragorn barely paused to catch his breath before responding urgently, "Wargs! We're under attack!"
Panic began to spread through the people of Rohan as they realized the dire situation they were in. Mothers clutched their children tightly, while the elderly looked around in confusion and fear. Kitra's heart hammered in her chest as she saw the tension and fear on everyone's faces. They needed to move quickly if they were going to survive this unexpected assault.
The roaring of Wargs and the clashing of weapons filled the air as chaos descended upon the battlefield. Aragorn's commanding voice cut through the din, his urgent movements revealing the gravity of the situation.
Théoden's voice boomed over the tumult as he shouted orders to his men, his regal presence a beacon of authority in the midst of turmoil. Kitra raced to Aragorn's side, her heart pounding with fear and adrenaline as she helped him mount his horse. She turned just in time to see Gimli struggling to join them, cursing and growling as he fought to climb onto his own steed.
Meanwhile, Legolas' keen eyes scanned the horizon from atop a nearby hill, spotting the approaching horde of Wargs with ease. The urgency in his movements spoke volumes - they were running out of time. Kitra glanced towards Alana, whose bow was already drawn and ready for battle, her fierce determination shining in her eyes.
Théoden rode up to Éowyn, his face displaying a mixture of concern and command. He firmly instructed her to lead their people to safety at Helm's Deep, an expression of love and responsibility etched onto his features. Éowyn's frustration was evident as she protested that she could fight alongside them, but Théoden knew that she had a greater purpose - to protect their people.
With a heavy heart, Éowyn accepted her duty and turned away, her resolve clear on her determined face. As Théoden galloped off with his horsemen following closely behind him, Aragorn leaned down from his saddle and extended a hand to Kitra. Without hesitation, she climbed up behind him on the horse, clinging tightly to his waist as they prepared to ride into battle together. The sounds of war grew louder as they charged forward, their fate uncertain but their determination unbreakable.
Alana, her chestnut mare already beneath her, gave Kitra a quick nod before deftly readying her bow. Her sharp eyes scanned the horizon for any signs of danger, never wavering from their task.
Gimli, his stout steed struggling against his commands, called out in frustration, "Forward! I mean, charge forward!" His voice was drowned out by the sounds of battle echoing across the open plain.
A smirk tugged at the corner of Kitra's lips as she watched Gimli stubbornly try to assert control over his mount. But any hint of amusement quickly faded as she saw the full scope of the danger ahead. Aragorn, tense and poised for action, stood beside them as they waited for the incoming threat.
Amidst the chaos and frenzied shouts, Éowyn's voice rang out with authority as she led their people. "Make for the lower ground!" she commanded, her tone unwavering and strong. "Stay together!"
The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the clash of steel as Wargs barreled towards them. Kitra's heart pounded in her chest as she took in the chaotic scene unfolding before her. Legolas moved with effortless grace, his arrows finding their marks with deadly precision. Gimli swung his axe furiously, determined to defend his people. And Théoden's men fought valiantly against their foes.
But the Wargs were relentless, snarling and biting with ferocity as their orc riders drove them forward with cruel intent. Aragorn's horse bucked and reared in response to the chaos surrounding them, making it difficult for him to gain control.
With a firm grip on Aragorn's waist, Kitra steadied herself as best she could while he struggled to calm his mount. Finally, with a swift tug on the reins, Aragorn managed to steer the horse into action, riding off to join their comrades in the midst of battle.
Legolas moved with the speed and grace of a summer breeze, his bow firing arrows with deadly accuracy as he deftly avoided the charging horses behind him. In one fluid motion, he twisted and leapt up onto Arod's saddle, gripping the straps with ease as he rode into the chaos of battle. The Wargs and their riders swarmed around him, but he was like a dancer, gracefully moving between them and taking them down one by one.
Kitra could feel the tide of battle shifting, and she knew it was time to dismount and join the fray on foot. With a thud, her boots hit the ground and she drew her sword and daggers, ready for the fight ahead. Her heart raced in her chest as she lunged forward, meeting the fierce creatures head on. She fought with all her might, her weapons slicing through fur and flesh as she dodged their powerful strikes. The weight of her weapons in her hands was a familiar comfort, reminding her that this was the only way to survive in a world at war.
Amidst the chaos, Kitra caught sight of Gimli struggling beneath the weight of a fallen Warg. His axe swung wildly as he shouted for her help. Without hesitation, she charged towards him, cutting through any enemy that stood in her way. Just as a Warg lunged at Gimli, Legolas rode up beside him and took down the creature with a precise arrow shot. "That one counts as mine!" Gimli roared triumphantly before another beast fell on top of him.
Kitra continued to fight fiercely, her blades moving in a blur as she defended herself against an onslaught of orcs. The sound of metal clashing filled her ears as she parried and attacked with precision. But there seemed to be no end to their numbers as more Wargs charged towards her. She ducked and rolled out of harm's way, her daggers flashing as she struck at their sides.
In the midst of the chaos, Kitra's eyes darted around, taking in the gruesome scene. She watched as Gimli, her loyal companion, fought for his life beneath a pile of bodies—two orcs and a Warg—that had fallen on top of him. He kicked and thrashed, trying to break free from their weight.
But before Kitra could move to help, another Warg appeared, crawling over the heap with its teeth bared, ready to attack. Aragorn, their fearless leader, rode swiftly toward them on his horse, sweeping up a spear from the ground and hurling it at the creature with deadly accuracy. The Warg let out a guttural shriek as the spear pierced its flesh, collapsing onto the pile of bodies on top of Gimli.
Gimli groaned loudly from beneath the mass of corpses. "Stinking creatures," he muttered with disdain, clearly unimpressed by the mounting heap.
Turning back to the fight at hand, Kitra saw Aragorn suddenly fall from his horse. A Warg had pounced on him, pushing him to the ground. He quickly regained his footing, but an orc on another Warg raced past him. With lightning speed, Aragorn grabbed onto the saddlery of the Warg and pulled himself up behind the orc.
"Aragorn!" Kitra yelled in alarm, her heart leaping into her throat as she watched him cling onto the Warg for dear life. She sprinted towards him without hesitation, expertly weaving through the chaotic battlefield littered with Wargs and orcs.
She reached Aragorn's side, launching herself at the Warg and slashing at its rider with her last dagger, she heard him shout her name in warning. The orc fell off the Warg under her attack, but Aragorn's hand had become tangled in the beast's strapping, and the frenzied animal was now racing towards the edge of a cliff.
"Kitra, let go!" Aragorn's voice rang out with urgency as he struggled against the bindings. "Are you stupid?"
Desperate to save her lover, Kitra pulled at the straps with all her might. "I almost got it!" she cried, her voice strained with effort as she fought against the Warg's powerful momentum and the tightness of the bindings. But deep down, she knew it was a hopeless attempt. The Warg was moving too fast, and the bindings were too strong for her to break through in time.
With the wind whipping through her hair, Kitra's heart raced as they barreled towards the cliff. Her eyes widened in terror as she saw how little distance remained between them and the edge. The steep drop loomed ahead like a gaping maw, ready to swallow them whole. Panic surged through her veins, but there was no time to dwell on it. With one frantic tug, she freed Aragorn from the strap that held him down.
She caught a glimpse of him standing up, ready to pursue her, before the Warg plunged over the edge of the cliff, dragging her along with it. The world spun around her as she plummeted downward, the rush of wind drowning out all other sounds. The ground rushed closer and closer until everything went black.