"Seems like we found ourselves a nice little place of them pointy ears, boys!" A tall, broad orc chuckled softly at the promise of fresh Elven meat for him and his group of scouts as he gazed upon the refuge of Meluinen. He hid again behind the tree, absently waving away the bugs that can be found in the marshes around Meluinen. "B... But, Grubuck, these are pointy ears! A whole refuge of them! And we only have ten Orcs! Scouts even!" Several others of the Orcs nodded fiercely at this comment, the fear clearly seen in their eyes. "Oh you bunch of big, ugly cowards! Look at them pointy ears. They never expected us to get past their sentries. We shall wait till the night brings us cover, then we strike!" Knowing their leader but too well, the scouts mumbled their concerns towards each other while trying to make themselves comfortable between the high grass and trees. At least no Elf would find them there, they thought...
"You smell that, Grubuck?" One of the scouts raised himself quickly, wildly turning his head from his left to right. "Oh shut it, moron! It's the marshes you smell, nothing more." Grubuck replied, clearly bored by their fear and their pathetic attempts to make them turn around and run away. "No I swear it, I smelled something else... See, it's there aga..." Before the Orc could finish, a long arrow pierced his unarmoured throat. With a loud splash, he fell backwards right into the water, while his companions jolted up while grabbing for their weapons. "Where are they? Where are these pointy ears?!" Grubuck shouted out loud, in his foul black speech.
The whistling sounds of fired arrows filled the marshes, and with every arrow, another Orc was robbed from his life. Suddenly, the clashing sound of a sword hitting another sword rang, as a tall, dark haired Elf jumped forward to face the remaining Orcs in close combat. The two remaining Orcs, apart from Grubuck, stood no chance against their enemy. Nailed to the ground by the surprise of the Elven ambush, Naegilrond killed them within a blink of an eye, before turning towards Grubuck. The large, vicious Orc raised his double headed axe up high.. "I'll split your skull apart, pointy ear! Yours, and those of all your over aged friends!" Naegilrond did nothing more than answer this insult with a smile, as the Orc charged forward. Though he never made it even one step further...
Naegilrond stared at the body of the Orc leader, pierced by four arrows. A large frown rested on his face as he looked at the remains of the scouting party. "How could they come so close?" he whispered to himself. "This is the third patrol coming so close to Meluinen in but two weeks time..." Three other Elves stepped forward from behind their cover, to reclaim the fired arrows from the bodies. All agreed with Naegilrond's words. "Things are stirring in the north, my friend. I bet war shall be upon us, sooner rather than later..." Naegilrond nodded at the comment made by his friend. He raised his head, to look at the last rays of the Sun. The warmth touched his face like his wife would, a loving, caring touch. If a war would indeed come, he would do anything that lies within his power to keep his wife and daughter safe.
Anything...
