[The Perky Ent]

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Paladir, along with Hanindur walked off to the right as the group split. The place was dark and foul, and Paladir new that something was not right but he followed Arathorn’s orders and carried on walking into the darkness. As they walked forward they definitely felt a presence before them, and an evil one at that, evil and powerful. Paladir stopped, thinking he had seen something, and as he gave his eyes time to focus there was a towering dark figure in front of them, yet it remained still.

“Is… Is that a statue? Or worse?” Hanindur said, edging slowly towards the dark shape. He rose his torch up towards the shadows face and suddenly, its eyes opened and a red fire beamed from them.

“Hanindur move!!” Paladir cried as the beast raised its hand to swipe the Ranger, but Paladir charged and shoved Hanindur out of the monster’s grasp and instead Paladir himself was taken by the monster. The great being began to squeeze the life from Paladir, and its grasp was so tight that he didn’t think he was going to make it, but he kept trying to fight his way out from the monster’s hand. The beast began to loosen his grip, but, even though Paladir could now breath again, he new this was not good. It threw him into the air and then opened his wide gaping mouth, revealing long sharp teeth, as sharp as a sword, and Paladir landed right on top of them. His left leg and the lower part of his stomach were now impaled on the fell beast’s teeth and Paladir new that even if he survived this encounter with no more wounds, it would only be a matter of time before he died.

This is it, he thought, but suddenly he heard a whizzing noise, and straight away he new the noise was an Elvish bow… Elladan’s bow. The beast tossed Paladir to the side like a piece of rag, and he landed with a thud on the hard ground. At first Paladir could hardly move as his legs were totally disabled, but his upper body was still in tact and the Ranger would never give up. Elladan ran to Paladir to check if he was still alive and to his astonishment he was, he looked up and noticed a wound on Elladan’s right shoulder and yet he still continued to fight, firing arrows at the dark fiend, but all they did was bounce of his hard, scaly skin, causing no real damage.

Paladir glanced to his left and through his blurry vision he managed to count all of the remaining company, five there were, but he knew that it may not be enough, as skilled as they are, to defeat a being of this power. The injured Ranger then looked to his right and saw his sword lying on the ground. The light was reflecting off the weapon, light from the men’s torches. Paladir mustered all his strength and began to crawl, slowly but surely, to his gleaming sword. He stretched out his right arm and grasped the hilt tightly and brought the sword into his possession and as he grasped it he said to himself, “We’re not finished yet beast!” He looked down at his legs which were now covered in blood, yet he began to feel life flow through them again, and with a great struggle he started to pick himself up off the floor.