In unison five arrows flew across the gap and felled the first rank of orcs. Four of the second rank were down before they could react but the fifth arrow from Fingil glanced from the Captain's armour. The great orc screamed a war cry and his remaining company charged blindly toward the dark tunnel where the arrows had flown from.
Fingil managed to lose another arrow from the rear of the group and felled the foremost chittering orc before slinging the bow quickly on his back. He drew his large sword, it had seen battle in the north and was an ancient and powerful blade, and Fingil found comfort in it. It had disposed of the hordes of Angmar and would not fail to bring death to ptiful scum of Moria.
Within seconds the orcs were upon them and battle commenced. He parried a weak blow from a barely armoured fiend then stabbed forward into its unprotected gut. The screech of the creature was foul and was quickly silenced as, with a swing of his mightly blade, Fingil took the head from the creature.
Fingil took stock of his position and panic hit him when he noticed Torfithien was nowhere to be seen. But then he realised Celebrian was gone as well. No doubt his companion was protecting her mistress.
Another goblin charged at him and he countered and swung again. This foe was more nimble than the last and darted aside, receiving only a cut along the arm. He dodged under Fingil's second attack and managed to cut a large wound across the elf's upper leg. Fingil cried out, in anger moe than pain, and sprang forward with a pace that surprised both combatants. The orc was impaled on his sword before he could move.
However, this sudden burst caused Fingil more than it gained. the sword had wedged between the creatures ribs and the metal armour he had worn. Try as he might, Fingil could not dislodge the blade so he gave up and drew his smaller hunting blade. He was now at a distinct disadvantage and the enemy sensed it. As he moved back from the melee another orc paced toward him menacingly. The goblin followed him and, twisting his head to one side, cried in a taunting manner. Fingil cried back and tried to intimidate the orc as best as he could. The competition of wills continued until the orc, in a temper, leapt at Fingil. They closed and, weapons forgotten, fell to the floor writhing about. The goblin managed to roll on top and his hands closed aeround Fingil's neck. A spike of his armour buried into side and Fingil almost despaired. His felt light-headed and the gleeful chittering of his enemy seemed far off. But it was this very sound that brought Fingil back from his hole of despair. The thought that an orc was getting the better of him offended all of his senses and with a heave, he lifted the enemy from him and pushed him backwards. Picking up the creatures own jagged blade, he buried it deep, stabbing through the gap in the visor of its helm. Blood spurted out and it went limp. Fingil left the blade in its head and regained his knife. The wound to the side was quite deep but not life-threatening and Fingil decided he could live with it for now. In the struggle, they had moved down the tunnel and he strode quickly to see how the fight went back at the cave entrance.
[ November 01, 2003: Message edited by: the real findorfin ]
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