[Arvedui III]

Gromfelt quickly wiped the blood off his axe and took a stance. The doors brust open and with a yell the goblins and uruks charged the hall. The simple baracade his fellow dwarves had built wouldn't hold up much longer. Gromfelt chucked his smaller axes hitting a orc in the chest and another in the head. "Bullseye, Grom!" yelled a little dwarf, who was scurring around to find more weapons. "Bifin, you get up the mountain, as far as you can go!" He yelled as he sent another hachet into the eye of an orc. It seemed like it would end in the hall right before the baracade. The elves and humans seemed to have killed half the orcs, and other half seemed like it had already been picked off by the dwarves. But, then the swarm of uruks broke through.

A huge black bar, there was no other way to describe it, rushed into the hall and crashed into the defenders.Most of the old company was together now, stapping off the orcs as long as they could. Ani Dao was bleeding again, but other then that they all seemed fine. Kili and Durin looked positivly happy. The orcs charged the compainy, and broke like waves on a rock, but soon, after what seemed like a lifetime of axe swings, decapitating fithly little goblins, and minor scraches, Gromfelt began to give ground. His limbs ached, and there seemed to be no end to the horde. "We can't hold them!" Bali yelled. "Now would be a good time to kill Kaldon." Astarielle echoed above the battle. Gromfelt hartly agreed, so long as he got a swing at the traitor. "No" Bali yelled, "Come on, in here. The hall is a lost cause."

[ April 18, 2003: Message edited by: Arvedui III ]