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Nerindel · 01-19-2004, 06:43 AM

Amandur

Maethor's death still weighed heavy on Amandur's mind as he watched the tall slender figure of Léspheria slipping away into the ensuing darkness to warn her people of her Cousins intent. A disparaging sigh escaped his lips as he turned to take up his post along side the elven archers. Had he been wrong to try to hold the ford? Had he lead the young ranger to his end? The image of the jeering orc holding aloft his young friend head made him shiver violently.

"Are you alright mellonamin?" Fintár asked his grey eyes creased with concern.

He nodded that he was fine, and lifted his bow too continue his barrage on the orc's, but deep down the seed of doubt had been planted and he wondered if it had not been folly to think that he could ever protect his elven love, when he could not even protect his own kinsmen.

Suddenly the dark speech of Mordor cut through the night air, breaking his despairing thoughts. The harsh language of Mordor had not heard in middle-earth since the fall of Sauron. Even the elves faltered, recoiling in disgust and horror at the sound of the black speech polluting their minds.

"Gurth gothrim lye!" (Death to our foes!) The elven captain cried out above the dim of orcish cries, pulling his command from their recoil and launching them into action. The archers resumed their volley. However, with the orcs, now being directed by Naiore many of the arrows skipped harmlessly off their enemies raised shields.

"Galadtal! Lintal! Tula sinome!" (Galadtal! Lintal! come here!) he heard Fintár call and immediately two lithe, fair-headed elves turned from their position and approached their captain, he could not hear what they discussed but suddenly the two elves nodded, then sprung away in opposite directions.

"There are two more patrols like ours; I have sent the swiftest and light-footed of my company to find them. it is likely that they will have heard the din of the orcs and already hastens this way. but I have given orders to have the two patrols turn aside and flank the foul creatures; hopefully they will not know what is going on until we have them completely surrounded.” Fintár informed him, seeing his puzzled expression.

"Wry grins formed on his lips as he saw were the elven captain was going, their arrows were almost spent and were proving ineffective against the orcs black metal shields. Fintár was about to give the order to draw weapons and charge at the orcs, but they waited patiently for the creatures to draw a little closer.

"What of Naiore?" he whispered, "this attack is obviously some ploy or diversion that she can pass unseen!” Fintár nodded his agreement, "but Imladris will not be totally deserted, we can only hope that Léspheria gets there first." Finar replied his sharp eyes still firmly fixed on the advancing orcs.

"She will!" Amandur whispered confidently, remembering the elven woman determination. He drew his sword ready for Fintar's command to attack, then remembering how much Maethor had loved this fair realm calling it his home, he resolved not to let his death have been in vain.

"Sii'!"(now!)

As Fintár gave the order they leapt forward blades drawn assailing the orcs with a fury not seen among the elves since the last alliance. Amandur decisively swung his sword across the throat of the first orc then filled with new determination he pressed forwards with the elves battling in the memory of Maethor and the young ranger’s love of this fair land.

01-19-2004, 06:43 AM	#11
Nerindel Spirited Weaver of Fates Join Date: Apr 2003 Location: In an endless sea of dreams! Posts: 827	Amandur Maethor's death still weighed heavy on Amandur's mind as he watched the tall slender figure of Léspheria slipping away into the ensuing darkness to warn her people of her Cousins intent. A disparaging sigh escaped his lips as he turned to take up his post along side the elven archers. Had he been wrong to try to hold the ford? Had he lead the young ranger to his end? The image of the jeering orc holding aloft his young friend head made him shiver violently. "Are you alright mellonamin?" Fintár asked his grey eyes creased with concern. He nodded that he was fine, and lifted his bow too continue his barrage on the orc's, but deep down the seed of doubt had been planted and he wondered if it had not been folly to think that he could ever protect his elven love, when he could not even protect his own kinsmen. Suddenly the dark speech of Mordor cut through the night air, breaking his despairing thoughts. The harsh language of Mordor had not heard in middle-earth since the fall of Sauron. Even the elves faltered, recoiling in disgust and horror at the sound of the black speech polluting their minds. "Gurth gothrim lye!" (Death to our foes!) The elven captain cried out above the dim of orcish cries, pulling his command from their recoil and launching them into action. The archers resumed their volley. However, with the orcs, now being directed by Naiore many of the arrows skipped harmlessly off their enemies raised shields. "Galadtal! Lintal! Tula sinome!" (Galadtal! Lintal! come here!) he heard Fintár call and immediately two lithe, fair-headed elves turned from their position and approached their captain, he could not hear what they discussed but suddenly the two elves nodded, then sprung away in opposite directions. "There are two more patrols like ours; I have sent the swiftest and light-footed of my company to find them. it is likely that they will have heard the din of the orcs and already hastens this way. but I have given orders to have the two patrols turn aside and flank the foul creatures; hopefully they will not know what is going on until we have them completely surrounded.” Fintár informed him, seeing his puzzled expression. "Wry grins formed on his lips as he saw were the elven captain was going, their arrows were almost spent and were proving ineffective against the orcs black metal shields. Fintár was about to give the order to draw weapons and charge at the orcs, but they waited patiently for the creatures to draw a little closer. "What of Naiore?" he whispered, "this attack is obviously some ploy or diversion that she can pass unseen!” Fintár nodded his agreement, "but Imladris will not be totally deserted, we can only hope that Léspheria gets there first." Finar replied his sharp eyes still firmly fixed on the advancing orcs. "She will!" Amandur whispered confidently, remembering the elven woman determination. He drew his sword ready for Fintar's command to attack, then remembering how much Maethor had loved this fair realm calling it his home, he resolved not to let his death have been in vain. "Sii'!"(now!) As Fintár gave the order they leapt forward blades drawn assailing the orcs with a fury not seen among the elves since the last alliance. Amandur decisively swung his sword across the throat of the first orc then filled with new determination he pressed forwards with the elves battling in the memory of Maethor and the young ranger’s love of this fair land. Last edited by Nerindel; 03-18-2004 at 05:52 AM.