Islists plan was working as they fought with the surprised orcs he saw Islist,Elleraden and Dûrvagor out of the corner of his eye leading the horses to safety, he was relieved to see that Telpetal was among them.
The orc he was battling swung it's crude sword to meet his the sudden ring nearly deafened him, as they locked Sorlas kicked out and sent the orc sprawling to the ground, fumbling desperately to find the sword that had flown from it's hand.
"Retreat, Rangers Retreat!" he heard Elleraden cry. he kicked the sword further from the sprawling orcs grasping hand then ran after the others.
They ran without stopping for some time he could still hear a few orcs following in the distance. As they slowed to a stop he burst out laughing slapping Tarannon on the back "Did you see their faces" he laughed remembering the look on the stunned orc's faces as they had charged into their midst...
As he looked around he could see that they had finally made it to the eaves of the forest and the desolate, treeless brownlands now streched before them, this land was a sore reminder to all of them of what they were still to face. the land had been ruined during the last war between Sauron and the Last Alliance at the end of the second age and it had never truely recovered. Recounting his history, he sighed heavily, then he grimly trudged over to see how his horse was and what if anything had survived in Telpetal's panniers.
[ June 27, 2003: Message edited by: Nerindel ]
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