Gabrielle shouted orders. Chaos reined for a while, but order was found. "First line, FIRE!" Gabrielle had organised the archers into two lines. "Second line, FIRE! First line reload!" Many orcs and easterlings were falling, but still they came. "First line FIRE! Second line draw weapons!" The enemy was too close to shoot at now.
Gabrielle drew her own sword and prepared to fight. "We do this for Lothlorien. We do this for our families," Gabrielle was good at motivational speaches. "We do this for each other. ATTACK!" At this command the elves locked in combat with the enemy. Gabrielle was at the front fighting with her soliders.
A young, new member of the army fell. An orc approached him and lunged forward to attack. Gabrielle saw this and threw a knife at the orc, killing it instantly. She then went to help the solider up. "Don't let that happen again. I don't want to lose soliders if I don't have to." She smiled at the elf then continued to fight. This would be a long battle.
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