The Road to Erebor RPG

[Arien]

As the others departed Belegond took a last look at Yanithe, sadness was in her eyes but her face was strong. He was glad she did not have to stay, and although no-one said it, Belegond, Arlome, Einen and Gromfelt were likely to perish with the elevs as the numbers were too uneven. Last of all Bali went, he gave a final nod to Belegond and left. The door was giving way now and small axes and swords were poking through the doors. Arrows were being fired to keep them at bay.

“Arlome, Einen, Gromfelt!” he shouted before the on- comers broke in. “Fight well and do not give in, make them wish they had not lived to see us!” And with that the doors came crashing down. Uruks came in droves and Belegond shot as many as he could along with the elven archers. The slew many and the fell by the door and did not have a chance to fight. But alas he was running out of arrows and so were the rest of them. He soon changed to his daggers, plunging each one deep into the advancing Uruks. He could see none of his other companions just the elves scattered . As he went to kill another Uruk he saw the bodies of elves men and dwarves on the floor, it saddened him but he had no time to grieve or pay respect if he was to live through the onslaught. His companions must be lost in the sea of the enemy because now there were hundreds of them and the noise was defining. But he kept going.

As he went to kill another he felt a sharp pain in his arm, it had been slashed but not enough to stop him, he contiued.

[ April 19, 2003: Message edited by: Arien ]