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Thalionyulma · 06-29-2002, 06:23 AM

His father was presenting the stag's antlers to his grandfather as trophy, and his mother and sister looked on. It had been a good hunt. Pennnauriel was about to whisper something to Liliath, their mother when she caught his grin. The dark elf then noticed the two weary-traveled men, who had been invited as guests by his mother’s kin. They seemed to be fidgeting. Pennnauriel was about to say something to their mother when chaos broke loose.

A sudden shout and several cries of alarm brought the assembly to their feet. The elven hunters all went for their bows and spears as their assailants suddenly appeared from around them. Darts and arrows filled the air as armored orcs began to hack the elves.

“Poison! Ware the foul beasts’ darts and arrows!” Someone shouted as several elves fell dead.

Too late the elvenfolks fought back, their wooden spears and leather armor were no match against blades of steel. The dark elves fought desperately as more and more orcs and armored men came with darts and iron spears. Rûdhchamion gave a shout as an orc shot a dart at his mother, and watched helpless as his father trying to reach his mate, was cut down by one of the men whom he recognized as their “guest”.

“NO!” he shouted, with a short sword in hand he fought furiously towards where his parents were.

“Rûdhchamion! Behind you!” He heard his sister shout out a warning, and as a flash she pushed him aside. He caught her as she stiffened and suddenly went limp, a dart embedded at the side of her neck.

“Pennnauriel!” Rûdhchamion stared helpless as his sister breathed her last. Tears came unbidden to his eyes as he felt the wave of deep pain wash over him like cold water.

“You should worry more of yourself, elf” he heard the mocking voice of an orc.

Looking up he saw a large, heavily armored orc towering over him. A red mark was on his armor, a red eye.

Rûdhchamion awoke with a start. He sat up was breathing heavily. He turned to see Anarya and Khelek watching him anxiously.

06-29-2002, 06:23 AM	#11
Thalionyulma Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: across the sea Posts: 295	His father was presenting the stag's antlers to his grandfather as trophy, and his mother and sister looked on. It had been a good hunt. Pennnauriel was about to whisper something to Liliath, their mother when she caught his grin. The dark elf then noticed the two weary-traveled men, who had been invited as guests by his mother’s kin. They seemed to be fidgeting. Pennnauriel was about to say something to their mother when chaos broke loose. A sudden shout and several cries of alarm brought the assembly to their feet. The elven hunters all went for their bows and spears as their assailants suddenly appeared from around them. Darts and arrows filled the air as armored orcs began to hack the elves. “Poison! Ware the foul beasts’ darts and arrows!” Someone shouted as several elves fell dead. Too late the elvenfolks fought back, their wooden spears and leather armor were no match against blades of steel. The dark elves fought desperately as more and more orcs and armored men came with darts and iron spears. Rûdhchamion gave a shout as an orc shot a dart at his mother, and watched helpless as his father trying to reach his mate, was cut down by one of the men whom he recognized as their “guest”. “NO!” he shouted, with a short sword in hand he fought furiously towards where his parents were. “Rûdhchamion! Behind you!” He heard his sister shout out a warning, and as a flash she pushed him aside. He caught her as she stiffened and suddenly went limp, a dart embedded at the side of her neck. “Pennnauriel!” Rûdhchamion stared helpless as his sister breathed her last. Tears came unbidden to his eyes as he felt the wave of deep pain wash over him like cold water. “You should worry more of yourself, elf” he heard the mocking voice of an orc. Looking up he saw a large, heavily armored orc towering over him. A red mark was on his armor, a red eye. Rûdhchamion awoke with a start. He sat up was breathing heavily. He turned to see Anarya and Khelek watching him anxiously.