Another fight. To aid those dwarves
I recall the shouts, the smoke all around us, enemies coming in lines trying to get us to crush us
And we did not hesitate even a minute, I saw the fear in the faces but we stood and fought and never took a single step back
And we won. We took serious damage, our own blood colored the ground when the last attacks had ceased and the pain was visible in the faces of those men and women although no cries were heard
And yet I did not care about that, really, for I could not, I had no understanding about what happened, did not see the pain or agony, ours or theirs, only the victory and the utter destruction of that enemy
And I laughed in that field, felt the blood running through my veins, felt excitement and passion filling my heart and soul, just for the sake of the fight itself
And still the pain was there, just the same one as in that poor hobbit village
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I can't get these stains out of my uniform, they won't go away
