Calenlondiel's Lord Of The Rings Game "Many Meetings"

((nobody uses orcish arrows... Orcs are terrible bowsmiths... But I guess if you really want to... It just seems very un-Tolkein like))

(((Roar. Maybe it was made to look human then orcish but isn't orcish. would that make sense?)))

Tela laughed. "I can't think of anyone I don't have bad blood with." she said smirking.

"How you gus doing?" asked Arwen as she approached them.

Tela turned. She was suddenly quiet. She felt a little inferior in Arwen's prsence. Arwen was perfect in everyway.

Dagaron looked at Arwen. "We are all fine."

"I hope they don't strike again. it could mean serious trouble," said Arwen. Just then she tripped over a branch and landed clumisly on the ground. "Why do I always do that?"

Tela hadn't noticed Arwen trip. She was frozen completely still looking out over the field. "They're here." she said in a cryptic voice.

"Who's here?" asked Arwen as she got off from the ground peering into the distance.

"I don't know" Tela said as she shook from the daze she had gone into it.

"There's a slight movement over there," said Arwen pointing into the distance.

Tela felt weak. She knew thsi was wrong. Something evil was moving towards them.

"It doesn't seem right in this place. You know belong," said Arwen.

Tela drew her sword and dashed off towards the movement. Each step made her dizzier and dizzier.

Arwen went to the other side of her but spread out with her dagger at hand. A sword would help her in a tight fix.

Dagaron saw the movement also and sprung to his feet. Drawing his sword, he ran after the others. Tela normally would have been a bit faster then him, but in her state, he caugth up easily. His injured leg seemed to dissapear as he ran, the adrenilin covering up the pain.

Arwen saw him and grinned.

Tela colapsed from her injury and from the evil trying to possess her. She mumbled on something about "No...I won't give in...no matter how high the stakes."

Dagaron stopped and lifted Tela to her feet. "Come on Tela, don't give in. You have to fight it." He supported her with his arm and yelled to Arwen and Theomer. "Whatever that thing is, find it."

"Gotcha," said Arwen as she dashed ahead of them.

Theomer could sense something too, but he was not nearly as sure of himself as the others. Two elves and a Dunadain... And he, the only one among them with no elven blood. Still, he drew his sword, and followed Arwen through the trees. They moved swiftly through the woodland, until they came to a clearing, where they stopped. Theomer jerked back as a massive, roughly forged scimitar came crashing to the ground mere inches from his face. An Uruk-Hai followed close behind it, having leapt into the meadow in one great stride.

Theomer took his sword, and swung fiercely downwards towards the creature's neck. It merely raised its fearsome blade and easily blocked Theomer's comparatively weak blow. The next time around, the beast struck first, in a mighty downward arc. The ranger dodged nimbly to the side, leaving the mutant orc with his weapon buried partially in the ground. Before it had a chance to react, Theomer circled around it and stabbed it in its unprotected back. It hovered there for a moment, before collapsing dead to the ground.

"More will follow. We must leave Rivendell as quickly as possible. The enemy will follow us, and the haven will be in no danger."