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Isil fallowed lastly as she held her bow close. As she reached a place where she could see the hills, she took a deep breath in and shot her arrow and watched as it slid from her fingers and implanted intself into an orc's neck. She stayed hidden in the trees as she continues killing off a few more. She did not want to reveal herself just yet.

arrow Southern Mirkwood, Sauron's former castle.

The moon shone darkly upon the silent tower, Inside sat some Orc's, not a mind blowing amout but enough to give the average lone traveller trouble, there was around 10.

In the shadows about 10 meters away a bush ever so slightly twitched. From the bush came a arrow. The moon shined coldly on the metal. With a twang the arrow was realeased dead into the group. Moments later a second arrow appeared from 2 inches to the right and fired in. By the time the second was fired the first had hit a Orc. The second raced into a second as it grabbed its sword. The other eight fled into cover. five had bows and tried to fire back. Another two dropped when with a yell the bowary in the bush stopped. The Orc's cheered. They didn't hear the sword clink as it was drawn. The three sword Orc's went into the bush as the three Orc's with bows sat back down.

As the Orc's with swords advanced into the bush a word of Sindarin Elvish halted them. Gurth an Glamhoth. A man said as he stepped from behind a tree, the Orc's jabbered something in man tongue but the man didn't bother to listen. With swift steps he aproached the trio. With a elegant spin the first Orc dropped. A second followed with the sword being pulled from its heart. The third slashed wildly at the man who blocked it easily. The man aimed an elegant slash at the Orc who cowered, so the man delivered a kick to the creature's face. As it fell on its back it died under the mans sword. Swiftly cleaning it the man put the sword back into its scabbard and re-drew his bow. Holding two arrows and firing a third he aimed for the tower, the second and third followed close behind. An Orc screamed, followed by another two. The man smiled for a moment then walked towards the tower.

((Gurth an Glamhoth.
Death to the Din-horde - Orc's))

(( th fight with the orcs and us siding with the Rohirin is over. He ended it. I hasve no idea where is is, though))))

((Ok, so we're no longer fighting then. We're somewhere between Rohan and Mirkwood, not entirely sure where.))

Isil made her way onto the battlefield that was now covered with dead bodies. The stench was horrible. Isil sighed. As of now, most of her arrows were used up. She salvaged a few that were not bent or broken that she took out of dead corpses.

((Oh, so i'm nearly ontop of you lol I'm so blind lol ))

arrow Tirith Anduin [Where the two seat are]

The man silently padded up another hill. His eyes, although tired remained fixed upon the seat before him. The Chair of sight The man sighed. Dare I see? Do I wish to see more enemys? He slowed a moment. Such thoughts often caused him to ponder his life. Perhaps I will see hope. The man would have laughed if he did such things. With certain feet he approached the chair and sat. It seemed strange to be sitting after so long. Instantly the man felt his eyesight strengthen. He looked around himself. North he saw ice and deaht. My home is there somewhere. The man thought idly. Looking west he saw horses grazing in Rohan, and the forest of Lorien. Turning east the man gazed sadly at Mordor. The flame of Saurons eye was visible. It scanned around as if seeked something. Looking away from such a sorry sight, the man gazed south. With a start the man stood. There were people. People surrounded by dead Orc's. Perhaps they know where Rivendell is. Slowly the man stood. Honesty or by stealth? He pondered. I will be honest. He decided and made his way south west.

Elrothiel wiped her sword in the grass where she stood on the rise, slightly above the battleground. She sheathed Naraithas and looked down. The acrid stench floated in the air and she saw with satisfaction that all of the orcs that had attacked her had vanished. She felt a pang of loneliness when she remembered the man who had bargained for her freedom. She smiled wistfully, wondering where he was now. She sighed and turned away. There was no point wondering about it now. She looked over the surviving soldiers, and located the man she assumed was the leader, tending to his horse.

She walked down the slope towards him, to see if he was friendly, and if he had any news that he would share with them.