[Orofaniel]

Firiel suddenly woke by a strong grip around her shoulder. She didn't want to open her eyes, because she was in sleep. The dream was sweet and she didn't want to leave it...just yet. "You have to wake up," Rostion said while breathing heavily. She got up from her sleep and gazed up on Rostion. His eyes were worried. "Get up Firiel, right away. We must flee!" Rostion said and he got to his feet. Firiel hurried to her feet as well.

"What's going on, Rostion?" She asked while looking at him trying to figure out what it was. Rostion remained silent for a moment, looking out in the air. "There are orcs attacking!" Rostion said looking at her, now almost dragging her out from the elves' camp.

"What must we do?" Firiel asked him. Her voice was thin and she was shaking. "We must follow this road and seek Tanroth. He is standing guar on the Western side." he added.

They went down the small road and then suddenly Firiel saw Tanroth there, right in front of them. The fog was still thick and it was difficult to see how far away the Orcs were.

"Quickly," Tanroth said to them as they got over to him. "I don't know how far away the Orcs are, but they are close." Tanroth said in a worried and deep voice." Firiel and Rostion looked at him whit great eyes. A terrible thought suddenly got to Firiel; they were only three of them! Where were the others?

At this very moment, Solondil and Erkaliel came out from the fog. They had already got to their swords, knowing that danger would come.

"We couldn't find the others!" Solondil said. "I think they went to the Eastern side...." Erkaliel added as soon as Solondil had finished. Firiel understood what this meant, as the others did too. They had been divided into two groups, one on the Eastern side of the cam and the other group on the Western side.

"There is nothing we can do about it now!" Rostion said loudly. "We'll have to fight these Orcs first and then we can go and look for them. There is no time now." He continued. Tanroth gave a short nod. Everyone agreed that this was the only thing that they could do.

As the Orcs came closer, now Firiel could see them with her own eyes Rostion held her hand. "Keep close to me," he whispered. Before the two of them got to say another word Tanroth's voice rose through the foggy air. "Grab your swords!" Tanroth commanded.

[ November 02, 2003: Message edited by: Orofaniel ]