Esgallhugwen's sword clashed with another man as Thoronmir and Lumiel sped away with Falowik, Uien and Finewen close behind. But where had that bothersome Falco gotten to? He was not close at hand and the horsemen were still coming at them.
She had no time to find him among the bodies, whether alive or dead, she knew he was no fool, or hoped he wasn't in any case. She made a dash to the copse of trees to see Thoronmir's brave horse go down on top of him.
They were surrounded. The wall of horsed men had become impenetrable, but they paused unsure as to whether or not they should make their way into the copse or keep their distance.
Four of their mounts were gone, not including Falco's, the night was upon them and the keen night vision of the Elves set in. Esgallhugwen was caked in her own blood, she refused to take the arrows from her wounds knowing that the barbed points would only make the bleeding worse.
With nimble fingers, she swiftly broke the shafts in half reducing the pull on her shoulder and thigh. Now she would be able to use her bow once more.
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