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((So.. let's make this easy. West- Rivendell ><))

"I haven't been to Rivendell in many years. I don't see why not," Isil said simply as she looked from Elrothiel to Sila, and then at her feet. Her boots were covered in mud, but that was nothing new. It was a random thing to notice, but her mind was noticing a lot of things today.

((God.. I've been having tough times with RPs today))

Elrothiel's heart skipped a beat. In her haste to choose the direction as far away from the orcs as she could get, she had temporarily forgotten that if they went West, the place they would be making for was Rivendell. Home? she wondered, it had been years since she was last there. She swallowed. The chances of being forgotten in a place like Rivendell were slim; they knew almost everything, and they would probably know she was returning, long before they crossed the mountains. She glanced quickly at her companions. It had been her idea after all. So be it. she thought, and then said aloud, "Rivendell then." before turning to survey the landscape to the West of them.

Sila nodded happily and looked at the direction of the sun. "I woud say that west is indeed that way." She said as she looked in the direction that Elrothiel was "Shall we be off then? Unless something is bothering you Heru Elrothiel..."

Eroswyn slowly raised his head up, his ears perking as a slight rustle from the bushes nearby took him and a few others attention. Bringing his hand up, he takes out his bow, a mithril arrow already resting firmly in it as he steps towards the bush. A low shriek came from the bushes as suddenly, a small orc leaped out of it, his scimitar slashing straight down the spine of one of his companions who did not sense the impending danger. Leaping to the left, he releases the bow string, watching the arrow imbed into the orc's forehead as he was licking the blood off of his scimitar. Standing there for a few moments as it's foul orc blood ran down the middle of it's head, it slowly topples backwards, hitting the ground with a loud thud, but not before giving one of the loudest shrieks Eroswyn had ever heard. "Damn, this was just a scout, others will probably be coming soon. We must hurry and leave this place!" Eroswyn said as he was running over to Lunarexion, swinging his leg over him and soon sitting in the leather saddle once more. Steering the reins to the right, he kicks his horse, causing it to gallop off, the rest close behind, only they was headed south, back towards Edoras. As they drew further and further away from the spring, coming back out onto the open plains, multiple howls was heard from either side of the small company as wargs soon came into view, thundering over the hills. Their wargs seemed to be under some kind of spell, giving them great speed as they were soon closing in on the Eorlingas. Eroswyn kicked his horse harder, trying desperately to find some way to lose the pursuers, for they appeared to outnumber them by at least 3 times. His heart pounding, he shuts his eyes as he tries to think of a way out of this situation.

Eroswyn looks to his right, quickly drawing out his bow as he lets his horse now run free, as he reaches behind him, drawing out an arrow and placing it within the bow, before aiming it at one of the wargs that had leaped for him, releasing the arrow and watching it sail through the air for a few moments before flying through the wargs heart, coming clear out the other end to land in the riders abdomen, sending them both to their doom as they fly back, hitting a pile of rocks with a thud. This simply angered the others wargs, their howls splitting through the air in a shrill tone as they never even hesitate, maintaining their pursuit of the Eorlingas. Eroswyn kept riding hard, coming over a hill as he spotted Edoras far off in the distance, but not wanting to risk any civilian or soldier casualties, he turns to the right, yelling for the rest to continue towards Edoras. Putting another arrow in his bow, he releases it once more, watching it imbed into the forehead of another warg, sending it tumbling down the hill. The other wargs would turn towards him, beginning to pursue after him, now not even paying the slightest bit of attention to the others who was nearing Edoras.

The wargs would bound after Eroswyn, their shrill howls joined by the cracking of whips by their masters, driving them further into bloodlust. Eroswyn wouldn't even look back, determined to keep riding to draw them away from Edoras, though fear could now be felt tugging in the far corners of his heart, slowly inching over him. Reaching behind him, he takes out another arrow, placing it in his bow and turning around, the sounds of thundering hooves beating in the same rhythm as his racing heart, as he lets the arrow loose, watching it sail through the air to land in one of the lead wargs legs, sending him tumbling to the ground, throwing the rider off and rolling over the small orc, crushing him into the ground. Turning back around, he dares not look back to see if that warg got back up or not, his attention now fully concentrated on getting away, though his hope that he would survive was quickly drifting into darkness. Lunarexion would begin to stumble, tripping over a pile of moss rocks as he ran, sending him and Eroswyn crashing hard to the ground. Jumping up, he looks at the wargs who was closing in on him, now starting to surround him as he fires another arrow, sinking it into the heart of one of the orc riders. He was just beginning to put another arrow into his bow string, when a loud horn roared across the plains, the wargs snarling and turning around, staring at a line of Rohirrim who appeared to number maybe 50 or so lined across the plain in front of Edoras. Blowing the horn once more, their horses begin to break into a gallop, thundering across the grassy plains towards the wargs. The large dog-like creatures would turn around, charging headfirst towards the Rohirrim, leaving only a few of their own behind to take care of Eroswyn, though the man was now confident once more that he could take care of a few measly orcs and their pets.

Eroswyn stares at the wargs and their masters circling around him, but their strategy was botched since there was not enough to completely surround him now. Dropping his bow to the ground, he slips his hand into a small slit in his jerkin, pulling out a small, yet effective, mithril dagger. Paying little attention to the fight that was ensuing between man and beast further down the plains, he simply stands his ground, waiting for them to make the first move. One of the orcs grew restless, his whip snapping down hard on the wargs back, sending it running full force for Eroswyn, who was already awaiting an attack. Quickly leaping to the left to get out of the way of the initial attack, he takes advantage of the position, his dagger swinging out to slice into the wargs hide, cutting down the side of his body as the warg charged past, though soon crumpling to the ground. Deciding not to test his luck with these creatures any longer, he steps forward, kicking his bow up from the ground and immediately placing an arrow in it's confines, releasing it towards one of the wargs who was now charging towards him, along with the other three. A slight smirk briefly crosses his features, as it sails clear through the gaping mouth of the warg, coming out the back of it's neck and into the slimy torso of the orc who was on it. Turning around, he barely has time to put in another arrow, nearly losing his balance as one of the wargs leaps towards him, narrowly missing him, though his left forepaw had grazed Eroswyn's shoulder, leaving a line of claw marks, though they was only about an inch deep. Eroswyn releases the arrow at the foolish warg, watching it imbed into the torso of the creature as it howls in pain, before shaking the rider off, following it to the ground as he lands right on top of the hapless orc. The remaining two orcs and wargs remained still, before turning and bounding off back towards the direction they had pursued him and his companions from, though the reason for this was unknown to Erosywn, for this was not in the nature of the warg to abandon it's prey. Looking down on the skirmish that was easily being won by the Rohirrim, thanks to the support of the fine archers on the walls that encircled Edoras. He then looks back to his horse, who was still breathing, and upon taking a closer look, just appeared to be exhausted. Eroswyn chuckles lightly as he sits down upon the grassy hill, his hand rubbing Lunarexion's head gently as he takes some time to rest.

Sila ran as well. She had no love for men, of that most knew, but her hatred for orcs outweid that. The foul creatrues had taken person after person from her and her freinds. She would kill all the ones that she could....