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piosenniel · 03-31-2004, 01:56 AM

‘This is for Gorby! You filthy Orc!’

Madoc heard Daisy’s voice ring out over the harsh cries of the Orcs and the screams and yells of the Hobbits. The Orc that had downed Ivy stood grinning at the fallen Hobbit, his back to the charging Daisy. His face turned from its leer of triumph to one of surprised pain as the little Hobbit drove her knife between his ribs. The momentum of her run put the full force of her body into the thrust. With a strangled gurgle, blood gushed from the beastly lips and the Orc fell to its knees, and with a single convulsion toppled over dead.

Daisy ran back to where Madoc was standing, the bow that Fairlight had given him, sending arrows at the remaining four Orcs. She grabbed up a long, sharpened stave and ran to help Melody and Tom who stood back to back as two Orcs circled them, clubs in hand.

The remaining two Orcs, one with a long-knife in his hand, the other with a gnarled, heavy oak club were drawing near to Cedric, who had gone to the aid of the fallen Hob. The Hobbit, finding the old fellow dead, had risen up as his eyes caught the movement of the two Orcs to his left. Brandishing his own knife and sturdy oak walking stick, he fended them off, driving them back from where he stood. Seizing opportunity to bring one down, he threw his knife with all the force he could muster. A satisfying thunk rewarded him as his knife sank deep into the Orc’s neck, dropping him in his tracks.

The other Orc took no notice of his fallen comrade, but ran Cedric swinging at him with his club. His hairy muscled arms outreached the Hobbit’s, his club soon finding purchase against the side of Cedric’s skull. Madoc fired a well aimed arrow and brought the Orc down. The Orc toppled over, falling heavily over the prostrate body of Cedric.

Madoc pulled out his skinning knife and ran to the aid of the fallen Cedric. Shoving the dead body of the Orc to one side, he knelt down by Cedric, cradling his companion’s head in his hand. Cedric grimaced as the blood flowed from the wound at his temple. Then reaching up for Madoc’s free hand, he clasped it tightly.

‘My mother,’ he gasped. ‘Tell her I love her . . .’ His voice trailed off as the light fled his eyes. Laying him down gently, Madoc whispered,’Yes.’

He looked up to where the last two Orcs were harrying Tom, Melody, and Daisy . . .

03-31-2004, 01:56 AM	#86
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	‘This is for Gorby! You filthy Orc!’ Madoc heard Daisy’s voice ring out over the harsh cries of the Orcs and the screams and yells of the Hobbits. The Orc that had downed Ivy stood grinning at the fallen Hobbit, his back to the charging Daisy. His face turned from its leer of triumph to one of surprised pain as the little Hobbit drove her knife between his ribs. The momentum of her run put the full force of her body into the thrust. With a strangled gurgle, blood gushed from the beastly lips and the Orc fell to its knees, and with a single convulsion toppled over dead. Daisy ran back to where Madoc was standing, the bow that Fairlight had given him, sending arrows at the remaining four Orcs. She grabbed up a long, sharpened stave and ran to help Melody and Tom who stood back to back as two Orcs circled them, clubs in hand. The remaining two Orcs, one with a long-knife in his hand, the other with a gnarled, heavy oak club were drawing near to Cedric, who had gone to the aid of the fallen Hob. The Hobbit, finding the old fellow dead, had risen up as his eyes caught the movement of the two Orcs to his left. Brandishing his own knife and sturdy oak walking stick, he fended them off, driving them back from where he stood. Seizing opportunity to bring one down, he threw his knife with all the force he could muster. A satisfying thunk rewarded him as his knife sank deep into the Orc’s neck, dropping him in his tracks. The other Orc took no notice of his fallen comrade, but ran Cedric swinging at him with his club. His hairy muscled arms outreached the Hobbit’s, his club soon finding purchase against the side of Cedric’s skull. Madoc fired a well aimed arrow and brought the Orc down. The Orc toppled over, falling heavily over the prostrate body of Cedric. Madoc pulled out his skinning knife and ran to the aid of the fallen Cedric. Shoving the dead body of the Orc to one side, he knelt down by Cedric, cradling his companion’s head in his hand. Cedric grimaced as the blood flowed from the wound at his temple. Then reaching up for Madoc’s free hand, he clasped it tightly. ‘My mother,’ he gasped. ‘Tell her I love her . . .’ His voice trailed off as the light fled his eyes. Laying him down gently, Madoc whispered,’Yes.’ He looked up to where the last two Orcs were harrying Tom, Melody, and Daisy . . .