Lord of the Rings: The Dark Age

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OOC: check out the backstory at the ooc thread https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=379652

IC: Hrothnir stood on the eastern section of the large, thick wall that surrounded the citadel of Isenguard. Once, long ago, this wall had been solid rock, but now, what with the war and all, construction was more about time than effectivness. Large boulders had been wedged in place, and a wooden partition wall ran the entire length, keeping everything in

Gazing out into the distance, he thaught he could see the fires of camps off in the distance. It wouldn't supprise him really. The Uruks that had fled into Fangorn seemed to multiply at an astounding rate, as nearly every week there was a raid for supplies, and the odd small siege force every now and then

Sighing to himself, Hrothnir turned around and shouted to the gate guard. "Hey Draxor! When's that Elven expedition supposed to arrive again?"

Draxor, an older man with many combat scars looked up. "Keep ya ironclad boots on Hrothnir! They got a good few hours yet!"

Grumbling to himself, Hrathnir returned his attention to the East. However, his mind kept going back to the elves. Even though they were part of the new alliance, he had only ever seen them from afar. He hoped to meet one properly when they arrived...

 

[LadyFairy]

Idrial is a Human Warrior/Ranger.

She is 23 years old, Slender of build with long blonde hair pulled back into a tight braid with a simple circlet upon her brow. Her eyes are green in color; she is dressed studded leather armor, along with a hooded cloak.

For her weapon she uses a long bow for ranged combat and a scimitar for close combat. Her bow and quiver of arrows are over her shoulder across her back, and her sword is sheathed at her side.

She travels to the last remaining resistance to lend her skill in defense of mankind. She has a hawk friend called Rishka that travels at her side.

Idrial stood out side the gates to the citadel of Isenguard and looked around at everything that was in front of her and hoped that what little skill she had would be of use, as she moved forward to speak with a guard at the gate and gain entrance.

 

[Screech]

Draxor leaned over the top of the gatehouse. "Hello there youg lady! You must be from the southlands, yes? Come on it" He signalled and the gates were opened, allowing Idril access to the citadel

"If you've come to lend an extra hand in combatting these wild devils then you better speak to Hrothnir ove there on the east walls. He's been on watch for days now, so probably hasn't missed much"

 

[LadyFairy]

Idrial looked up at the guard who had spoken to her and waved her thanks as the gate was opend and she continued thru to find this Hrothnir.

Once thru she looked around and found that the citadel had been put to good use and much of it had been repaired slowly over the year's... remembering that the guard had said to look for Hrothnair on the east wall she begain heading in that direction stopping from time to time to ask someone if they had seen him.

 

[Screech]

One of the guards pointed over at a man, dressed in scale armour, standing on the eastern wall, gazing out to the east.

"That's him miss."

Hrothnir shifted on the wall, stretching slightly and blinked. One of the campfires seemed to have gone out, but he couldn't be certain of it

 

[LadyFairy]

Idrial nodded and headed twords the man the guard pointed out. She stopped not far from him and watched him a moment as he gazed out over the eastern wall.

Clearning her throat she said. Excuse me... but are you the one called Hrothnir?

 

[Lotharian]

((Italics is words that would be in Elven.))

"Mae Govannen." The Blonde Elf clad in green and brown leathers said, a delicate bow upon his back along with a fine quiver. Upon his neck was there a simple clip that resembled a leaf that was a symbol of his descendance of whom his lord was. Or it would be wiser to say his Lady.

The other figure nodded in return, he was clad in silver armor and a blue cloak. Upon the back of it was a six point star, signalling his proud inheritance. For he was one of the few left of his kind, considering how many had died in getting the Elven Royals from Middle Earth. They didn't have the strength to make any more pushes and thus they were forced to withdraw. And now they pushed south towards Isenguard to try and make a push for survival at least until the time came that they could make for Valinor.

The meeting between the two Noldo of two very different paths. One was of Galadriel's realm, a Galadhirim. The other was one of the few left from the times of Beleriand. The Galadhirim was in charge of the scouts while the other was in charge of the defense and command of the refugees.

They were at least a two day walk further along the woods of Fangorn and the Wold to get to Isenguard. Unfortunately, the Orcs had enough camps in the area to slow down travel signifigantly....

The two were in the middle of discussing the plan of attack on a nearby Orcish encampment under the command of the local warlord, Gringmar.

"You take too long Galdor." Said a figure drapped in the dark robes, walking up to the pair of Elves.

"I will not risk my kinsfolk pointlessly...." The armored fellow said hotly to the dark robed one. Pulling forth a map of the local area with all the orc patrols and the orc encampments drawn out. Orcs without the Dark Lord to lead them were not so skilled and prone to infighting, but the problem is, without any armies left to take advantage of this, the Age of the Orc had indeed come.

The dark robed figure looked over the map, and sighed to himself. To him it seemed so simple. "Hit them hard and fast here...."

"But that's too risky Urtur!" Galdor shouted at the black robed fellow whom merely laughed lightly in return. Galdor's face began to turn crimson with anger. He hated being mocked by this Elf who lost his sanity for anything long ago!

"He has a point...." The Galadhirim said calmly, using his hands to motion out his strategy. "If we hit them hard and fast, we should be able to disrupt them long enough for the refugees to make it by and they should have a clear path to Isenguard after that...."

"Círdan!" Galdor began and sighed. "Fine... So be it.... But all blood spilt is on your hands Urtur!"

"Let it be for there shall be little." Urtur said before rejoining the refugees. He would let this people play their part and get to safety and resume his studies!

--------------2 Days Later----------------------

After a bloody battle where out of the few Elves they lost a good 15 of their 50 soldiers. Most Elves were trained in battle, but you can only equip so many of them. Urtur rode a simple brown horse up to the gates of Isenguard with the other 135 refugees (soldiers included). The few remaining of the Elves of Rivendell, the Golden Wood, and Thranduil's Realm in Mirkwood.

Urtur patted the neck of his faithful horse that he's had since his time in Valinor, awaiting to be let in....

 

[LadyFairy]

Idrial looked over the wall as she waited for Hrothnir to acknowlege her, and saw manny elve's below awaiting entrance, but not nearly as manny as she would have hoped to see, and she sighed shaking her head at the loss thinking that the Orc's, and Urika had taken their toll on what remained of the elve's as well as human's, and dwarves alike.

 

[Screech]

Hrothnir shook his head, he really had to get some sleep. Turning, he saw a woman standing next to him. He REALLY had to get some sleep. "I'm sorry. Must've got distracted. I'm Hrothnir. How can I help miss?"

Draxor saluted to the elven gengregation and signalled for the gates to be opened. Once more, they creaked open, allowing access to the citadel

 

[LadyFairy]

Idrial turned to Hrothnir watching as he waved for the gates to be opened and what few were left of the elves were allowed admitance. I am Idrial a Ranger, and i have come to offer my skill against the ork's. I was told i need speak with thee. she said as her hawk friend Rishka chirped and flapped her wings.

Folding her wings once more and resting comfortably on Idrial's sholder her talions gripping her sholder but was carful not to pearce thru the cloth and skin to deeply. Looking at Hrothnir as she gently brushed Rishka's feathers she said. Forgive my friend.. This is a new place and Rishka is a little uncomfortable.

 

[Angelus]

Aramin walked slowly to the edge of the forest and looked down towards the remains of the village, saddened by what he was looking at. He had heard rumours that there were raids like this going on everywhere by Uruks, orcs and others who supported them but he did not want to believe how bad it had become. He knew that Helm's Deep and Minis Tirith had both fallen but he did not want to believe that every human had abandoned Middle Earth to the evil of Mordor, especially since Sauron had been destroyed. He shook his head and walked slowly down to the village, hoping that he would find someone alive so that he could ask them what happened, who or what had done this to them.

As he moved further towards the village he knew that he would find nobody alive here because the place looked as if it had been flattened by a huge fist and all he could see were the bodies laying everywhere and they looked at though they had been ripped apart. The first thing that he wanted to do was retch as he had never seen anything this brutal and he wondered what had done this to them. He moved deeper into the village but stopped as soon as he came upon the body of an orc with several arrows in its body and shook his head then walked away from it and wondered what else he was going to find.

 

[OnHarry]

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