The Rohanians and Dark Elf looked at Laurel as she slumped slightly in stance. Her mind was whirling. Suddenly she had a flash of clarity 'Who is with my grandmother?!'
Leaping into the cliffside room she saw the Gondorian fighting viciously. She also saw some of the Wild Men had been downed with slender silver daggers. She looked up to see Taralphiel holding three in one hand, eyes glaring.
Laurel fought like a cornered beast to remove the threat to her grandmother. Slicing one soldier open, she spun and planted her foot in the stomach of one behind her, before running her blade along his throat, and watched him crumple to the floor. A yell sounding from the throne, she saw a Wild Man descending upon Taralphiel. She already had her sword readied, but a quick dagger throw from Laurel saw she neednt use it. Racing to her grandmothers side she scowled 'Do not raise that sword again by Eru!!'
More Wild Men came through the passages, and Laurel slipped into a frenzy of fighting, hearing the screams and clanging of blades dulled in her ears. She knew she was getting more and more careless. It was when a Wild Mean took a lucky shot at her exposed leg that she woke from it, but simply too late. She slumped to the floor, as the Rohirrim ran back into the room with Rudhchamion and Annanoldowen, after securing the children. She saw the Elves loose their bows before darkness enveloped her.
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