The Hills of Evendim RPG

[Alatariel Telemnar]

Finëwen drew her sword. The others scattered under the attack. Arrows flew by. Finëwen made her way to the side of the group. A man charged at her holding a sword. She stabbed him before he could make a move. He fell to the ground, still dying. A bow and a few arrows were around his neck. She took the bow. It was in fairly good shape. Not as she was used to: elvish bows, but it would do. She took his arrows and began shooting the charging men.

One man made his way for two of the hobbits who seemed a bit preoccupied. Finëwen shot him in the back, he stopped from the blow, but didn’t seem to want to give up yet. He fell to the ground after an attempt to keep going after the hobbits.

Finëwen was about to stop and help Lira, but a few more men came up onto the camp. Why is our camp under attack? What happened? Finëwen wondered. It all seemed a blur to her. She stopped her wondering and took out another arrow and aimed it at a man.