Aerin was wielding her sword with great swiftness and skill, much to the amazement of some of the men.
"Aerin, look out!" called Wren.
Aerin felled a Wild man just as he was about to strike her with a cruel axe.
The evil Elven maiden appeared again.
She cackled.
A wild man siezed Aerin from behind and she fought back.
"Let go, heathen! Let go!" she screamed. An arrow whizzed past. Aerin ducked and the Wild man's grip loosened. She saw that he was dead. The evil Elf wielded a cruel curved sword, rusted and brown and charged towards Rangar.
"Rangar!" screamed Aerin. Rangar turned and in an instant saw the danger. They fought, with the aid of Turthol and Tareth and slit the elven woman's arm. She cried out in pain but still continued to fight.
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"The love of the Elves for their land and their works is deeper than the deeps of the sea." - Galadriel
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