Gromfelt and the other dwarves had helped the new elf to safety. Now, he, Bali and Kili worked their way left, hacking and slashing every orc as they went, while Dain and Durin headed right, doing the same. Out of the corner of his eye he spoted Ani Dao, blood flowing from her arm. The dwarves set a new course and began working their way toward the injured elf. Einen and Arlómë had already made their way to them.
If only a little more relief could come to them, Ani Dao could patch that wound of hers. Grom thought. Both he and Kili swung wide, disimbowling four orcs between them, and opening a patch. Bali lept into the breach with Kili and Gromfelt holding the sides. They all made a sort of circle around Ani Dao and Burzdol, but still the orcs would not relent.
Ani Dao looked close to feighting.
Then, Grom girned inwardly, recalling an insiedent in his youth."Had enough there, she-elf!" He cried to the wounded elf above the din. Imedietly Ani Dao stood strait, looked at him with a posionous experesion, and began decapitating orcs at a fever pace.
"What did you do." yelled Kili, blocking a orc blade. "I gave her an enemy to pound after this. Gonna really reget putting in that "she-elf" part though." He yelled back, brifly massaging the back of his head. A memory of the last time he'd insulted an elf.
Then, something happened. A great brood of orcs came runing madly from the right side the path. A horn blew. Arrows flew. Gromfelt and the others looked up, and ten mounted elven warriors came charging through the press.
[ March 13, 2003: Message edited by: Arvedui III ]
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