* Bethberry sang as quietly as fair willow leaves of silver-green. Her barely audible words brought to each hearer's mind and heart a soft-glowing light, like the best memories of golden summer. A protective calm rippled out to encircle those closest to the daughter of Tom and Goldberry: Volondil, Poppy, Bird, Menelduliniel, Estelarion, Andreth, Hinura. Birdie, who'd been shouting out for Holly and Olo, found herself relaxed and quieted by the song, though oddly enough the relaxation led to a heightened, serene alertness rather than drowsiness. The rest of the group within the circle of Bethberry's song experienced a similar phenomenon. *
* Estelarion's arrow sank deep into the left side of an oncoming Orc, causing the Orc's thrown spear to only catch in Andreth's clothing. The Orc bellowed in pain but remained standing. Meanwhile, Andreth's arrow found its mark in a nearby Half-Orc who had tripped over a tree root while aiming a spear at Bethberry. The spear went whistling harmlessly by the River Daughter's daughter. But while Andreth's arrow drew blood, the Half-Orc smiled grimly, for its leather armor had taken the brunt. *
* Menelduliniel stood waiting at the ready with her daggers just a little too patiently. Before she could act, an arrow knicked her arm, opening a wound. *
* Nardol's arrow sailed clean and true into a Half-Orc, an inch above its heart. It stumbled around gasping in pain. *
* Aislan's dagger found its mark in an Orc, but only did minor damage, as the Orc's strong voice uttering curses evinced. Meanwhile, this Orc hit Estelarion in the gut with a stone, knocking the wind out of the Elf. *
* An arrow whizzed past Hinura's ear as the Half-Orc who'd aimed it stumbled into a tree on being hit by a lightning bolt from Gandalf. *
* The company now counted three Orcs and three Half-Orcs battling against them in camp. Two more enemies could be heard running towards them through the trees. *
* Meanwhile, Holly, Peri, and Olo were just now coming back into camp, within sight of the above scene. *
* And somewhere in the darkness, Midnight stood alone, trembling mildly in confusion. His assailants had left after he'd tossed two of them into clumps of bushes. When he'd belonged to the Ringwraith, the black horse had often just grazed when his master dismounted to do battle or other fell deeds. But this grey-cloaked, bearded one with the tall pointed hat ... Midnight felt drawn to help him. Only, the war steed feared and wondered at the smoke and fire and exploding earth caused by the wizard. *
[ December 06, 2002: Message edited by: Gandalf_theGrey ]
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