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Ivy stood, having strayed from where Madoc had dragged her to, staring wide-eyed at the orcs before her. A voice behind her shouted out "Move, Ivy!" and without thinking she pulled her knife violently from her apron, leaving a nice rip in her skirt. She charged out towards the orc closest to her, lunging with all her strength to insert the knife wherever she could. The orc snarled at her in small agony from the tiny pierce of Ivy's small knife. As she came about her senses, she let out a yelp. The orc advanced towards her, the knife still embedded in its leg. She turned round to run quickly. As if it was placed strategically to trip her, Ivy stumbled over a felled tree branch, and was flat on the ground, where she dare not move a muscle. She was panged with the thought that the others might be in worse danger. Melody! she yelled out to herself, closing her eyes tight.
The foul stench of the orc approached Ivy, it's stagnant shadow cast over her body like a dark veil, and a small drip of its blood fell on her arm. She stifled a scream at the feel of the drop, and turned round instantly. The orc loomed above her, holding a knife of its own. Ivy, wide eyed tried to back away slowly. There were voices, voices screaming at her to run.
"IVY!" came the shrill voice of Melody as she spotted her good friend. Ivy couldn't see her. She could see nothing but the orc before her. The orc made a strike at Ivy, but she darted to and fro. Yet that was not enough to stop the knife from piercing her leg. She let out a scream of pain, that was answered with a cry of terror from Melody. The orc turned round to see to whom the shriek belonged to. Ivy seized this opportunity to scream out to her friend. "Melody! Run away! They heard you!!" she gasped at the top of her lungs. She saw Daisy from the corner of her eye, gasping in horror to see Gorby's body, lifeless; but the image was quickly gone when Daisy decided to make a plunge for the orcs near them. Tom, she could not see, nor Melody, but she hoped they would be safe.
Meanwhile, she looked around frantically for anything to throw at the orc while it was distracted. Picking up a good sized stone, she flung it at the evil creature with all her might. It staggered around for a moment, but did not seem to be hurt from the blow, simply angry. It let out a warning, so it would seem, and struck again, this time with much more precision.
Ivy screamed as the blade went in, and for a brief moment it seemed that she could see the Shire again, but it was not so. As the pain sunk in fully, she closed her eyes, which would not open again; and she drew her last breath.
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