Thread: 5th Age- Last of the Elves
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Tarren quickly rides to the Elf and the Marshal of Rohan, "Hail Eothain, It has been long since we last spoke after the fight at Minas Estel. How Fair thee?"
Like many in the company, Tarren was known for fighting at the Battle of King's Tower as residents of the Chetwood call it. He was bringing a message to one of the builders and arrived during the heaviest fighting. Noticing a band of warg riders approaching from the North, he recognized Eothain as a captain on the field and called to him. Drawing a part of the Riders of Rohan that were present Eothain and Tarren led a successful charge on the Wargs and Orc riders.
This saved the entire company of Free Peoples of Middle-Earth from being caught in a pincer movement which would have killed them all. He left the next day before anyone but Eothain and a few soldiers of Rohan and Gondor could speak to him.
"Name's Elraen madam. Pleasure to meet you. Now, if you'll excuse me..."
She got up and walked to Arthas.
"What is it you wish to speak of Sir?"
As Haldir approached the men, I recognized the Marshal at the front of the riders. Ah yes, Eothain of the Westfold. I remembered seeing his father years ago breaking in a wild stallion, Eothain was not yet born of course, but I had been friends with his grandfather during the last war. One of the very few humans who I'd ever allowed a portion of my trust or friendship during my lifetime.
I gleaned much from the conversation between Haldir and Eothain, all the while keeping a very close eye on the rest of his company. I was sure they were of moral standing, but in my experience the men of Rohan were not known for their reason when it came to the defense of their homeland. Silently, I moved in the shifting shadows of the trees, climbing up the into the wide boughs of one that extended just above Eothin and Haldir. From there I could dispatch the Marshal more swiftly should he make the mistake of threatning physical harm upon Haldir.
There was clearly some bond between them, and it put me at ease somewhat despite my own natural mistrust of humans, and in particular the Rohirrim. The other warriors in the camp seemed to be standing around waiting for something to happen, perhaps they were more eager for a battle than I could actually see, but I doubted it would come to that anyway. I slid my blade back into its sheath and relaxed my muscles. Haldir was agreeing to accompany the riders back to Fastred under arrest. That simply would not do.
At that moment, I felt the nameless figure that had slipped into the underbrush overnight start
moving away, probably to report everything that it had seen and heard. "Damn it, I can not leave Haldir's side, but that thing will need to be stopped", I cursed with fustration and glanced at the others hoping that one of them had noticed it as well. Not a single one stirred. This was no mindless orc, the spy had been quite resourceful and stayed well hidden and downwind the entire night. I had briefly considered the intentions of the creature but I doubted it could serve up any real danger given our numbers, and the fact it was well within bow shot. Tthe shadows disguised it well enough to avoid being revealed by anything but its own stupidity, and it managed to avoid that entirely. It had not evaded me, however, and I watched it throughout the night. I had intended to
advise Haldir and perhaps send someone from the group to track it when it made a run for it.
Unfortunately these Rohirrim had lain waste to that plan.
Mmm, Gaeradir spotted me, clever girl.
I moved down the trunk of the tree I'd climbed and leaped down onto the ground beside Haldir, this situation needed a quick resolution and we could afford no delay. Several of the men's horses whinnied and took a step back of surprise, but a strong snort from behind in the clearing settled them down. "I must remember to thank Maersen with something sweet", I thought making a mental note.
"Siulad Eothain of Westfold", I said as my cloak settled about me. I nodded to Haldir silently, motioning him to stand fast for the moment. "I am Celebedhel." I stated this as a fact, rather than as an introduction, after all it was unlikely that Eothain knew of me at all, unless perhaps his father or grandfather had mentioned it, which again was just as unlikely. "I am ever gladdened to see the Riddermark still under such devotedf protection, Marshal.", I said smiling, bowing my head slightly so as not to lose eye contact with Eothain. "And a company of so many come to greet us and provide safe passage across Rohan? It was kind of King Fastred to send you here in such haste, but really, it was completely unneccessary."
I almost shouted it so that all his men could hear. Of course, I knew that wasn't the case. I had heard as much from Eothain already, but I thought I should give Eothain a chance to stand down honorably and not lose face in front of his men. I was resolved that we would not be delayed
and the spy was no doubt making pace, so we would need to make good time once we cleared up this mess. I do not feel like running all over Rohan chasing down a slippery agent of espionage. "Pray, how many of your men will be joining us? I know Haldir is anxious to get underway, and I'm sure a Marshal of the Riddermark would not sway or cause delay to those on the business of the King of Gondor."
I said this with no small measure of grit, for I intended that we would all leave together, and now. I placed a hand on the hilt of my sheath very casually, shifting the weight off my left foot. Beneath the swathe of silver-grey hithlain of my cloak, I tensed every muscle and nerve ready to react at the slightest raising of a spear. I stood stonefaced and unwavering, awaiting a response from Eothain.
Turning to Arthas, she clears her throat and speaks up.
"The name is Elraen, if you wish to know."
"Haldir, I'm back."
He slowed to a halt as he saw Haldir talking with the mounted Eothain. Putting the carcass down and placing the bow and quiver in their proper places, he tighted the strap of a large sheathed sword on his back. Dinhuan was a tall and broad shouldered young man, his hair dark and his grey eyes curious as he approached Haldir and Eothain.
"What's going on?"
(oi! leave him alone - he's gone..... he was spying and only there to show you how Morgoth is getting information etc. )
V said leave it alone so lets forget the thing
He cursed under his breath when Haldir spotted the Orcs. "I see that they have found us finally. So if you would not stick your nose in matters of state since we are still in Rohan and whatever the Kings business of Gondor is these days I do not care, neither do my men or the House of Kings. Oaths made by Eomer Eadig to King Elessar seem long forgotten, conveniently even since we have asked for their aid over and over again. None came now that Rohan is being plagued by the long forgotten evil. None I tell you! So if you really do not mind, I would care less whatever business the King of Gondor is dealing with these days." Eothain paused, fury raged inside him. Who was this elf that questioned his authority and knowledge about matters of Rohan. Haldir was his friend, but this elf he surely had not seen before. He nodded slightly to Tarren whom he indeed had not seen ages ago. He gestured two of his men to capture female elf and made sure that the other 3 made a formation protecting two of his friends, Tarren and Haldir. This was still his land and he would not be gainsaid or questioned by anyone.
Haldir's attempt to stop the fleeing spy was not successful, and I could sense the urgency of the situation. I wanted to pat him on the back and give him reassurance, but there was no time. As he dropped a couple of the charging orcs, I looked towards the oncoming squad and raised two fingers to my mouth, sending out a shrill but short whistle. Seconds later, Maersen came trotting into the clearing. I turned to Eothain as I mounted my stallion, "I do not wish to fight you, nor do I wish to see any of us fall today. Let us put aside this matter for now, or we shall see many more dead than these orcs." I did not intend this as a threat, but I had no time to explain that while a hoarde of orcs were bearing down on us all. Maersen raised on his rear legs and kicked the air wildly with his forelegs, calling out a whinny that seemed to echo outward across the rolling plains. I patted his neck and swept my cloak to one side.
I sensed something coming towards the Rohan riders in front of Haldir. Splitting the air, it was fast and powerful. Suddenly I knew. Spurring Maersen to Eothain's side, I drew Helinyetille from her sheath and she sung as the light flashes off her flawless steel. With movement faster than I would normally dare to display among mortals, I cleaved an iron-tipped spear in twain moments before it would have struck Eothain from behind. The shield slung on his back would have probably protected him, but a wounded Marshal would have been difficult to explain under the best of circumstances, let alone these. I said nothing of my actions, nor did I call warning to Eothain. Too often in my lifetime I had seen allies and friends fall from time wasted in talk. Maersen knew by instinct where I wanted him, and he spun around towards Haldir. "Haldir, I am at your command".
Haldir was issuing orders to the group to fall in and prepare to fire. Just then I saw some of Eothain's men circle towards Elraen. My face was stone, my will resolved, and I glanced back at Eothain only briefly before saying "None of my kin will fall today, and certainly not into capture by humans."... "Elraen" I yelled, "To me!". Spurring Maersen on I trotted around the tents as I flung down my cloeak and took my bow from it's place slung across my back.
Drawing three arrows taut against the force of the yew, I let one volley fly, then another and then another, dropping nine orcs as I came about to Elraen. I whispered to Maersen, paying no attention to the Eothain or his human soldiers attempting to enclose her. The arrogance of these men to think that I who had walked Middle Earth since before the House of Edain had been given breath or life would be so easily captured? Passionate though they may be, there is more chance of them seeing Alqualondë than laying a single fingernail upon me or my kindred.
As two of his men drew closer, I sent three arrows in quick succession whistling past their heads, so close that their ears would have been grazed if I had wished it. "Stand down" I shouted to them as much as to Eothain. "The orcs will have you all if you do not put aside your pride and turn your attention to the true enemies of Rohan." I looked down to Elraen on the ground and lowered my arm, "My lady" I whispered with a brief nod of my head.
"I am sorry to leave, but I must be off."
She lightly leaped up behind Celebedhel and held onto him lightly.
As I got to the first of the orcs, I felt the air parting behind me, "Tangado!" I shouted to Haldir letting him know I had arrived. I drew my blade, turned, and thrust it into the belly of the orc, giving it a strong drive upward into its chest cavity. My blade started vibrating slightly as I felt her power growing. She had long been with me, through wars and battles uncounted. It had been many years since I had cause to use my blade on an orc, and she was ever eager to taste the flesh of evil once again. As the orc started to slide from the blade I kicked it hard in the crotch and sent it flying into several of the oncoming hoard, spilling a half dozen of them sideways with the force of the impact. Using techniques taught to me long before the Age of Men, I dispatched another orc, and then three more, growing in my fury as they came upon the encampment in a wave. I swung my blade in an arc above my head and cleaved two more orcs in the neck, my sword more like an extension of my arm than a weapon. I thrust and parried their crude scimitars and sluggish blows easilly, they were faster than I remembered but no match for close quarter combat.
One of them came close to tearing at my tunic with a mace. I leaped off one foot evading his next swing and drove my blade downward into the gap underneath his helmet; as I came down, I pivoted and brought down two more of the foul creatures before the first orc had hit the ground.
Haldir was an expert archer, and his missed shot earlier had not been from a badly aimed arrow; rather it was the swift moving target that had evaded his shot, and only by a feather at that. Now he was in his full rhythm and his arrows flew out in a rain of death, bring down orc after orc. At first there had been 50, now less than half that number remained.
I turned and caught Haldir's eye, nodding with confidence. I had my back to him and his to mine, and as the orcs continued to fall to his arrows and my blade, I noticed another squad of orcs coming over the hills in the distance. By the rumble of the ground from their charge I would say there were at least another three score of them. I shouted to the other warriors and half heartedly to the humans, "To your feet and weapons, these orcs are not going to kill themselves!" What in the name of Ingwe were those Riders doing anyway? They were eager to stop a travelling group of elves and men to see the King of Gondor, but they would leave a host of Orcs to charge through their land unchallenged. I grunted with disdain at the entire situation and felled four more orc with one swipe of my blade.
Sorry about the food thing. I didn't read the previous posts correctly
She was closer now to the elves than she was before, slowly but surely she would make it closer to them and the Rohirrim. A warg rider swept in front of her, forcing her to loose her balance for a moment. She regained it and watched as the warg made it's way back to her, charging now. Positioning her self low and waiting for the attack, all of her elder brothers lectures on tactics came rushing back to her. They couldn't have come a moment sooner. The rider, swinging mace toward her chest, fell as she dodged his attack and countered with her own. Its arm split from its body, Gaeradir watched the wretched thing squirm before rushing to face the warg.
Turning, she saw the beast coming on to her all too quickly. She had no time to position, only to pray to Eru that she stroke would not falter. It closed in upon her and she rolled underneath the deplorable beast. As it passed over her she swept up her sword, cutting its stomach. She rolled back out, not missing one of the claws of the warg, ripping the back of her tunic and throwing a sharp sting across her senses. Finally making her way towards Haldir she continued to fight.
Sorry i'm a bit behind on the posting, but as you can see, I too enjoy a cheery day of orc slaying
The sun shone brightly, edging away any thoughts of the past; all focus on the battle that lay ahead. Orcs were swarming the area and the camp needed protection,
Removing Galanwear from its long sheathed position, he accompanied Haldir and strode towards the battefront, fresh strength building inside as the sight of orc blood came about.
"We can't keep going on like this Haldir." Dinhuan said, his sword leaving a trail of black blood and rancid flesh. "They're going to overrun us at some point."
He turned his gaze towards the south. "There... in the desert of Harad......." - The temple of the Dark Lord, that would be complete soon. So magnificent it was, that it's peak could be seen from the city of Corsairs, just south-east of the havens at Umbar.
Suddenly he took to the floor, clutching his heart with both hands..... The red-eyed Dragon tattoo burned - The symbol of the oath his forefathers had taken to serve the Dark Lord. He could hear the Dark Lord's voice in his head......
"Mm.....m..mmmmm...... Yes..... yes My Lord. The ships shall be here tomorrow, with more slaves...... Yes, the last of the raids. We have enough slaves now My Lord."
"Yes, the Easterlings have been spoken with. They had taken refuge in the Forests of Harad - on the south-eastarn borders of my lands. Yes, My Lord. They want revenge over the men of Minas Estel for drawing them out of their Eastern lands during the great battle. My forces, combined with the Easterlings are heading towards Mordor as we speak. No. The crossroads are heavily guarded. We cannot take the path through Ithilien. We have found a way into Mordor through the southern ranges of Ephel Duath. Yes My Lord. If the messengers are reaching here on time, then our forces should be into Mordor in a fortnight...."
"The temple is nearly complete My Lord. You shall have your sacrifices soon... The slaves that have been captured from Dol Amroth. We have plenty My Lord. We await your rising to your full power..... But not for long......"
I need to thank V for making me a community supporter and also Haldir, our GM
"Can you get a clear shot?" he asked Cerebedhel as Dinhuan defended Cerebedhel from orc attempts to kill him.
Elraen threw my bow and one of my quivers. I turned and ran back to Haldir, the huge orc and warg were bearing down on us faster than I had anticipated. I drew back a single arrow and let it fly. It pierced his armour but did not slow it. I drew again and aimed for the Warg's head.. one two three, I let fly a volley which brought the beast down and flung the rider towards us. He rolled and stood up, roaring wich a ferocity that would have shaken the sturdiest of men.
I bent on one knee and sent one arrow after another into the dark suit of armour covering it's torso, but the damn thing just kept coming! "Haldir, blades!" I shouted as the warrior next to me managed to fend off several orcs from prying my head off my neck. We were being swarmed, and the line could not hold much longer. We needed to bring down the commander. "Haldir, the commander!" I shouted in our elven tongue. I selected 6 of the steel tipped arrows, as the iron-heads did not seem to go far enough through this commander's protective suit. I laid them on the ground in front of me and silenced my mind. I focused my eyes on the commander, blacking out the background and all other sounds. I searched him as he approached, there must be a weak point... AH! There it is!
I picked up the first arrow, drew back my bow as far as I could and loosed the white shaft straight towards the orcish commander's helmet. It deflected off his visor... Curse! I drew back again with another of my steel arrows and chose the dark slit where his eyes should be. Letting the arrow go it whistled through the air like a bolt of lightning and impacted straight into the commander's face, piercing the helmet. "Haldir!" I shouted, "The head, aim for the head!". I drew back again and shot another arrow through the now cracked visor, the commander stumbled backwards but did not falter for long. I took an arrow and then another, quickly sending them through his knee caps, causing the brutish orc to fall to his knees.
I noticed several of the wargs flanking us... "Haldir we need to move!" I shouted in elvish, loosing another volley of arrows into the orcs that were coming up behind Dinhuan. The commander then stood and screamed in a strange dark voice... something crawled down my back and caused me to shiver from the roots of my hair to my very bones. I was running out of arrows... I nocked back another and then another, speeding up each arrow as I fired them towards the commander. One after the other they sliced through his flesh, first his legs and then upwards across his torso. I drew and drew again, firing one after the other as fast as I could... I must have been doing so more quickly than I had thought for as I reached for another arrow, I found the quiver empty.
I looked at the Orc Commander. He lay on his back riddled with white shafts that were potruding out of his body. He was dead, but that did not seem to sway the rest of the attackers. These were no dumb ordinary orcs, not at all... in the old days you brought down a commander and the rest were fodder. Not this time..."HALDIR" I shouted, "We are being flanked... we have to move!"...
Fighting them was all she could do. So that was all she did do. Slowly she fought her way closer to the forest. Though this wasn’t the smartest tactic it was all she could think of doing. Nearing a tree she began climbing it. Suddenly she was pulled down; before she began climbing she had not seen an Orc near enough to reach her so quickly. Still holding one of her long knifes in her left hand, she let go of the tree and reached to slash for the beings throat. Turning she felt the bit of metal on the outside of her left thigh. Gaeradir bit down let out a short scream, as she took her short blade to her foe’s throat. She fell against the tree she intended to climb, with the dead slouched next to her. The Orc’s size would have hid her from those that would not look closely. Ripping a slice of cloth from the bottom of her cloak, she tied it tightly around her thigh. Sleep crept upon her, attempting to stay vigilant seemed impossible. Gaeradir decided that if some one was to notice her, she would appear dead. Slowing her breathing slightly (enough to be taken as none at a glance), she fell asleep.
"We're going to need reinforcements soon or -" He was cut off when he heard Haldir's shout. He despaired, for he did not want to lose Haldir but was unable to do anything. Dinhuan crawled on his stomach and glanced at Haldir's dilemma. Then the first row of wargs fell, pierced with arrows of elf make. In the confusion Haldir escaped. Crawling back to Tarren and Gaeradir he said
"Haldir's safe and we've got some elves picking off the orcs in the forest."
“Dinhuan, how long will we have to rest before…” she trailed off in mid sentence after catching sight of his arm. That much blood lost from one limb? It hardly seemed possible, but then again he was still standing, so maybe it wasn’t all his. Wrenching her eyes away, Gaeradir caught sight of Tarren. Both of these men needed healing, and fast.
Quickly, Gaeradir reached in to the small pouch she carried with her always. Grabbing out some herbs, she crushed them between her fingers and reached over toward Dinhuan’s arm, him being closer, and smeared some of the plant over his wound, lightly as though not to break the weak skin attempting to cover it. That should keep the infection down a bit, until they reached Minas Tirith. She went over to Tarren. Taking his hands in hers she began applying a different leaf to his hands. It looked as though he had fought the entire battle with his fists. Leaning back down, she collected her self and began her question to Dinhuan again, “How long will we have before we move toward Minas Tirith?”
I'm off to bed, I'll be back in about 20 hours. If we move, make sure I come too
To his relief they were well hidden, seen by the sharp elven eyes, but the orcs were searching and fighting the companions not resting. When Haldir and his warriors appeared on the forest edge. The orcs charged them. "Tangado a chadad! Tangado a chadad!" The silent elven warriors obeyed his command promptly all of them, notching arrows and aiming simultaniously. The orcs gave shrieks as they rushed towards them. "Leithio i philinn!" Haldir and the elves released the arrows, wiping the front row of orcs. "Swords!" The elves once again obeyed and brought up the deadly elven blades, which glowed blue in the face of the incoming orcs. "Herio!" The elven warriors charged the orcs. They clashed only metres away from the spot where the companions were resting.
Haldir brought down his sword with such force that the orc sword that parried the blow was choped in two, and the mementom of the sword made it slice into the orc. Proudly watching his battalian silently hew their way calmly and skillfully through the tide of orcs, he continued to fight, parrying a blow from a charging commander and stabbing a warg, while it passed.
I have mentioned all the elven words sometime before and their meanings. If its possible, any new person coming, i would like to be in charge of this battalion, female or male, as long as he/she is an elf.
Also, Haldir - how about a few elven casualties, and men of course.? I would think in an attack like this at there would be at the very least one fatal blow dealt to an elf or man.
Suddenly, the exertion of the battle caught up with him and Dinhuan lay down to rest his weary body. Before slipping into sleep, he whispered to Gaeradir:
"Have faith. We shall prevail."