No Surrender?
It was not in my nature to surrender. I do not recall ever having the need. The men surrounding Parnard and I numbered no more than just over twenty. A motley and undisciplined bunch they were, save the Rohir. I tried to move in his direction, to take him down swiftly.
I flicked the blade of Sarphir over the face of one of the men, then lashed out, slashing the blade across his throat. Swiftly changing hands, I pushed Sarphir into the gut of another who was approaching from behind, reaching out with my free hand to grasp the windpipe of yet another, and tear it from his throat.
Parnard had already caused much damage, he had managed to drive Steel Thorn through the Rohir's armour and into his leg, and was lunging at one with red hair on his left. Two down, four injured.
All I could think about was bringing them all down, by whatever means possible and then...
Henepa screamed....
"Put down your swords, Elves, or we cut off the Hobbit's hands." An uncommonly large Man on a dark horse with a white blaze called out. The others stopped, backing away a little, and clearing a path so Parnard and I could see the captive Tavern Keep.
'No surrender. Noldor did not surrender'
But they had a helpless Perian, and one I had previously known of. A second mounted man with short cropped hair had Gaisarix gagged and bound, slumped across his saddle.
We could finish them, Parnard and I, but could we do so before either Hobbit was slain?
(With thanks to Estarfin for the picture.)