[Burzdol]

As soon as the company was around two miles from Mirkwood, a group of wargs broke through th dense foilage. Uruk-hai ran behind them, swinging their barbaric swords. Islist quickly ordered a halt, "Everyone, split into two groups. One group will flank them, the other will take a head-on charge. I will lead the charge. Elleraden will divide you."

"Islist,"Elleraden started, "Which group will I be in?"

"Mine. I want the best, and most experienced in the charge. Oh, make sure Durvagor also takes the charge."

"Yes sir."

The two groups split ito the arranged groups, and then Islist charged. The others were suprised by the quick action, since none had even formed into a main group yet. The closest behind Islist were Elleraden and Durvagor. Their horses worked twice as hard to catch up with their leader's in his moment of insanity. The group could now hear the growls of the wargs only fifty feet away. The rangers started crying for Gondor, and then soon quit upon meeting the enemy.

Islist took down the first warg by double teaming it and it's master with Elleraden. The beast fell, but the ranger's victory was short lived. More wargs rushed in to meet the small ranger force. Their hope of winning was fadding since uruks now joined the fight.

Above the clashing of swords, snarling of wargs, and yells of pain, one word was heard, "GONDOR!"

The flanking party rushed in like a tidal wave on a bare beach. The enemy was now divided also. One force to face the frontal assault, and another to face the back. With the last Uruk dying by Durvagor's sword, the company was off.

Over the rushing wind Islist yelled, "There will be more of them. Let us ride quickly now."