Geirdrifa's eyes were wide with fear and awe, his arm lowered even as one of the foul brutes from Mordor saw to strike him! Then he blinked as dark purple blood splattered over his face and the creature fell before his feet, clutching it's mortal wound. "Watch yourself comrade!", Halsarn yelled above the clashing of crude iron upon wooden shields and the cries of the wounded and dying! Geirdrifa steeled his heart and his training took over, it was more reflex rather than conscious thought that led his axe to cut off fingers and hook the weapons that were meant for his comrades on either left or right of him. He felt the excitement and fear course through his veins as he felt the impact of weapons upon his shield, the Queen and her son were warding off danger for the time being yet! Then the man on his left fell forward, before anyone could help orcs of brutish size began to stab and cut and he had no time to feel anything as the gap was swiftly filled up again. Then the captain's voice sounded again , "Time to push forward!!" , the whistle rang in his ears a sharp piercing sound that would threaten to drive him mad! Halsarn struck another mortal blow besides him, until a mean shove of a club drove him back in the man behind, Geirdrifa sidestepped to swing at the club-weilding orc, the creature fell to the sword of another man as it jumped away. "Get on your feet!", Geirdrifa commanded, even though it was hardly his intent! His comrade needed little encouragement though and with renewed energy from finding himself alive still the line began to edge forward with mighty strokes, his face flushed with resentment of this enemy! "Push my boys!! Push!!", one of the tallest and broadest men Geirdrifa had ever seen jumped in the line on his left and with his great axe he hewed a gap systematically in the pack of orcs, aided with men equal in the first one's size, the captain and the company's veterans had joined the battle.
Thus far it had been an even fight, many orcs had fallen and some brave men aswell, yet pitched it was, the young squires ran through the ranks as swift as they could to pass around water to the thirsty! Arrows and javelins flew from either side to the other and the howling and cries were deafening even over the metallic clamour and splintering of wood! Yet this was the moment of either victory or defeat!
It was an utter mess, but laughter and cheer sounded as the orcs finally began to waver. In their hesitation they only presented yet more of their number to the Gondorian troops and the mercenaries in their service! With venomous and feverish strength the toughest orcish brutes yet hacked, kicked, bit , stabbed and gored what they could, though when the last one of the bigger monsters was cut down the smaller ones ran back, it became a rout! "Go after them!! Don't let them get away!" The orcs fully turned their backs now and with howls of dismay their fear rippled along their line, more and more began to break and soon they were fighting eachother, shoving and trampling one another in their panic as they tried to get away! Geirdrifa hewed down his final orc as many young men jumped past to yet have their chance to kill their first! He himself though just stood there, his axe slipped from his fingers as he gasped for breathe and a young boy set a cup of water against his lips, he drank deeply and emptied it. Once empty the squire would run to Halsarn whom sheathed his sword after wiping it clean on his own last one, "Good fight.", he stated. Geirdrifa laughed and the last thing he thought was when he saw so many enemies of Man felled was, "This is great! Just like the stories!"
Then suddenly all the aches, bruises and cuts he had suffered without realising had come to tease and pester him.. He called out for one of the healers that were rushing on the field to aid whom they could.
Geirdrifa had done his first battle.
