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Esgallhugwen stood next to Lira, managing to have gotten off her horse. Her wounds still bled slowly and the aching throb only added to her anger, very much like when one tries to bring down a great bear or wild cat, the more wounded the animal is the stronger and more bloodthirsty it becomes before it tears it's pursuers to utter pieces.
"You can stay back or you can stay close" she whispered to Lira and the Hobbits "whatever you think is best, I'd perfer if you stayed back even my horse could not carry all of us and it is a sad fate that your faithful mounts have been slain, so take my place as gaurd and prepare yourselves" she saw the riders race off towards Falowik, Finėwen and the rest who were not trapped in the copse.
"The time has come for me to try and do my part, stay here with Thoronmir unless he tells you otherwise, even though we lost our mounts and some of us are wounded, we would be lost without his leadership". She hopped on top of Morsereg's sleek black back and warily made her way around the ruined stone wall, that was part of the copse, she saw the men run off with Lumiel fairly close behind even without a horse.
She raced quickly among the dead bodies, a black blur almost unoticible in the shadows. Esgallhugwen drove her horse towards Falowik, coming up behind the hill so the men wouldn't see her. "Do not worry", she spoke soft and quickly in thier ears, "you will not have to run".
The Elf seemed to grow tall and dark as she mustered her strength and power, the moon with all its light and beauty cast an evil shadow upon her pale face, and her eyes seemed to glow like silver stars in a harsh cold winter. Morsereg reared and screamed throwing his head about.
At first the men reared in their horses with sickly humour on their faces thinking the enemy was making a mistake that would lead to their advantage, but their hearts soon qailed before the dark menacing shape its eyes shining in the star and moonlight like beacons of death and impending torment.
"You lowely worms," she cried at them "who think of yourselves as brave men, who think you have no fears, you had found yourselves strong and inexsaustable, fools you must feel now to know you have brought merciless death upon you, beautiful and lovely but a terror and plague to all things mortal, you have brought me down upon you and I will not deprive myself of taking your lives, be thankful if you come to an end swiftly!".
She raised her sword as Lumiel crept up towards them.
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