Last Ride of the Heir RPG

[Saraphim]

Elrohir was surprisingly unruffled, given his situation. Underneath his tactical, battle-ready mind, he knew that after the battle had ended, he would replay it in his mind, and remember how many times he came to within a breath of dying.

But it was with eerie calm that Elrohir loaded his bow and shot, the arrow hitting its mark in the eye of one of the trolls.

Another arrow went through the other eye, felling the beast, and creating a opening point to escape from the ring of approaching trolls. That one came from Elladan, who nodded to Elrohir.

He knew what to do. Swift as he could manage, Elrohir had used the fallen troll to give him a boost up to a tree, where he used his vantage point to shoot arrow after arrow, aiding the elves and rangers. In a matter of moments, more of his comrades were with him shooting from the canopy.

Then, the moment came. Elrohir reached into the quiver at his waist, only to find it empty.

A wave of fear washed over him, but was abated when he saw Elladan below him, battling for his life with a great brute of a troll. Drawing his sword from his back sheath, he leapt down from the tree, and used the momentum to aid in his swing, slicing the great head from its putrid neck.

Elrohir landed kneeling on the troll's back, sword still in the follow-through position. Elladan helped him from his knees, thanking him.

"But there is no time for words, brother," said Elladan quickly, "Our friends are still deep in the fray!"

[Mad Baggins]

"Trolls!" shouted Beroth, feeling his heart leap into his throat. He drew an arrow from his quiver, fitting it to his bowstring, and let it fly. The arrow found its target, the soft neck-flesh of one of the trolls. Beroth smiled grimly and shot another arrow, this one lodging itself in the eye of a troll. He shot arrow after arrow, nearly all of them hitting their mark. When he found his quiver empty, he smoothly put away his bow, not letting his fear show to the others. He unsheathed his great sword and charged at a troll, dodging the others' arrows and swords.

"You have met your doom at last, foul creature!" he cried, leaping and swinging his sword. He thrusted upward quickly and stabbed through the creature's neck, felling it. As it dropped, Beroth narrowly missed being crushed by its massive weight. Sprinting away, he picked out another troll and descended upon it, piercing its foot with his sword.

The beast bellowed in anger and pain, swiping at him with its great arms. Beroth leapt back, holding up his weapon, and charged again. He stabbed at the troll's neck again but missed, stumbling forward. He was nearly trampled to death when the beast stepped forward, but at the last moment he leapt back again and stabbed, this time piercing through the lower chin. It gave a gurgling cry, then collapsed before Beroth. He exhaled in relief and turned back to the battle.

[Eowyn Skywalker]

A good deal of time it had taken to walk to the Troll Shaws. And when they had gotten there, all the orcs they had ran into had been dead. And not just dead, but pounded to death. By something large and heavy. Hanindur was aware of someone saying: "But that means..." But he was too busy nocking an arrow to the string to notice anything else that was said as the realization came to grounds-- they were surrounded by trolls! He faintly heard the wizz of a well shot arrow against the air, and one troll fell over. Hanindur assumed that was one of the elf's shots, but this was no time to be worrying about who got the most kills, when their lives were in danger.

He pulled back, and let fly the arrow towards the nearest troll, silently praying that it would catch the creature between the eyes.

It didn't.

Silently cursing, and hoping that he wasn't too foolish to continue on against the maddened monster, he dropped his hands to his side, and pulled out his dagger, throwing it with as much strength as he could muster, without having another arrow on the string. The metal blade hit, and pierced, destracting the troll long enough for Hanindur to get another arrow on his bow, and fire. He was aware of another arrow, this time from above, also striking the troll, and, with the combined fire, the troll dropped with a strange howl in it's throat, as it fell over, dead.

If that had been the only troll, Hanindur would've relaxed, but there were too many to waste time now. He drew his sword, not even taking the time to reclaim his dagger, still imbeded in the head of the fallen troll, and slashed hard at a partly wounded troll, injured by the arrows shot by those with bows, and very angered.

He had fallen into the heart of the battle now, a battle not only to kill the trolls, but to hopefully keep his companions alive as well.

[Hama Of The Riddermark]

Owacyn fired an arrow at the first troll, it took it in the eye. It howled in pain, and swiped at Owacyn, who ducked, rolled and came to a kneeling position. Firing another arrow Owacyn ran forwards, jumping up and swinging the sword down in a huge arc, it took the creature in the forehead, and stuck there. The troll moaned and collapsed, Owacyn was thrown by the fall, but recovered his footing just in time for a second troll to catch him in the chest with a huge punch.

Arathorn looked to the side, momentarily pausing in combat as Owacyn hurtled off the ground, he crashed into a tree trunk and fell to the ground, not trying to stop himself with his arms...

[Phervasaion]

Paladir looked back at Rivendell for one last time as the group made their way out of the gates. He sighed and said “Fair Imladris… Will I ever see you again?” He then turned and caught up with the others who were already making good pace down the bank. They journeyed on and Paladir was looking into the sky at the gathering clouds around them. Suddenly, he heard a whizzing noise and looked to see an arrow soaring through the air, though he did not know who fired it.

Probably one of the elves, he thought to himself as he ran to Arathorn drawing his sword from his battered sheath. “Put away your swords men. There is no Orcs. Elrohir was just…uh…demonstrating his skill. Yes…um…I bet that he couldn’t land an arrow in that tree over there,” Arathorn said, pointing to a tree far away. “And he did so…now he’s won the bet!” Arathorn said, giving Elrohir a piece of gold. Elrohir was blushing. Arathorn was a great man, he thought. “He just saved your hide Elrohir, pay him back!” Elrohir thought, trying to quickly improvise. “Yes, I won. However…uh…my arrow bounced off in the wind. So, Arathorn deserves his money back!” Elrohir said, giving the gold back.

Paladir sheathed his sword and remained quiet until they reached the trollshaws in the evening, when the sun was disappearing behind the hills. Arathorn halted the group in the trees began to speak to the Rangers and Elves about the danger of trolls when, out of the darkness an arrow came and narrowly missed the chieftains head. “Orcs!!” He shouted, as everyone drew their swords and followed him into what may have been their first glorious victory in the growing darkness of middle-Earth. But, when they ran into the darkness the Orcs were already dead… Something else had killed them.

“We are too late! They have been taken!” Owacyn shouted as he looked upon the vile dead Orcs. “What was the cause of their death?” Paladir suddenly asked as he turned towards Elrohir. “It seems,” Elrohir said, “that they were beat to death.” As soon as he said this Paladir heard thumping sounds behind him, and he knew what it was straight away. The company turned around to see numerous trolls walking towards, and surrounding them.

Immediately The Elves and Ranger’s began to fire arrows at the surrounding troll’s. Paladir fixed an arrow and shot at the nearest enemy, but it narrowly missed his head and seemed to make the troll slightly angry. He charged towards Paladir while he was fumbling with another arrow when he suddenly stopped and fell to the ground with a thud in front of Paladir. There was an arrow in the back of his head, and Arathorn was standing behind him with a bow in his hand.

Paladir nodded to him as he unsheathed his two handed broadsword and charged into the fray of battle. He ran to a troll and hewed off its right leg, and as the great monster fell, he finished it by driving his blade into the creature’s neck. The Ranger then shifted himself, narrowly dodging another trolls swing, and with an upward swipe, sliced the neck of the fiend. Paladir knew that his skill lay in hand-to-hand combat, rather than in bow use. He was now side by side with Hanindur, Owacyn and Arathorn as they continued to battle, and win, against any troll that challenged them. The first fight was nearing an end.

[ArwenBaggins]

Eirian, fumbling in confusion, forgot about his bow and gropeled for his sword. Finally grabbing it, he charged headlong into the already-dwindling fray. "Die, hideous and foul beasts!" He found the nearest troll, dazed but angry from the sudden fighting, and sliced madly at his midsection. He cut clear a hand and slashed deeply into his side, but not before the inscenced troll could swing his man-sized club and knock Eirian forcefully to the ground.

Falling with a loud thud in the deep mud and briars, Eirian howled in pain but refused to go down without a longer and more damaging fight. His left wrist was almost certainly broken- he could barely move it and it was already swelling to twice the normal size. The troll, blood pouring from his bodily injuries, roared loudly and crashed about, nearly knocking Arathorn in the side of the face. Eirian wiped his now-bloody forehead and delved his sword into the neck of the monster, twisting and turning it in all ways possible. It fell with a low grumble.

The battle was nearing an end, the trolls being murdered heedlessly by the adventurers. The pain of his wrist was almost unbareable, but Eirian couldn't quit now; fighting was his life, his protection, his sport. Trolls were now bumping and pushing and chopping at each other and the group, but they were now brutally outnumbered.

[astarielle]

"But there is no time for words, brother," said Elladan quickly, "Our friends are still deep in the fray!" Elladan took a deep breath before running full pelt into the heart of battle once more. Trolls surrouded them, no-one knew which way to turn.

"Do you remember that game we used to play when we were yet young?" Elladan smiled as he said this. Elrohir nodden and smirked as he knew what his brother meant.

"You forget little brother."

At which, Elldan handed his brother an arrow as his quiver was spent. They each fired an arrow at a troll, not intending to kill it. As expected the trolls roared loudly and came crashing towards the elves who where now standing back to back, swords poised. They seemed to be moving in slow motion as they charged towards the twins, clubs held high ready to beat down their foes.

The elves remained stationary as the trolls loomed over them. They could now smell the foul odour emminating from the beasts now see the muscles quivering with rage. At the very last moment ,as the spiked clubs were about to come crashing down on the pair, each elf dived between the opposite trolls legs out of harms way. An almightly roar, resounded around and could have been heard from many leagues away. The trolls staggered around then toppled to the ground sending a vibration through the earth.

"It seems you have forgotten little as well Elrohir" said Elldan as he drove his sword into the neck of one of the fallen trolls.

Elrohir nodded, then both ran back into the foray.