An unexpected return

The last of the Orcs died with a mixture of a grunt and a gargle as Ridaran pulled both swords out of its body. It slumped to the floor, twitched once and then lay still at the Elfs feet. The Warrior took a deep breath as the adrenaline drained from his bloodstream and glanced backwards down the Hall through which he had just carved his way. As far as his keen eyesight could make out through the half-light ,body upon Orcish body lay strewn across the cold, hard floor. He had not meant to plunge this far into Morias lower depths. Rather he had been asked by the Dwarves to seek out an Orcish leader known to be based down in the Second Hall, deal with him and hopefully acquire whatever orders he was carrying to help them figure out there next move in their struggle for control of the underground city. The Leader was found, swiftly dispatched and the orders safely tucked inside Ridarans armour. However, just as he started to make his way to safety the recently deceased Leaders bodyguard showed up and Ridaran found himself hard pressed as he fought his way out of the encircling horde. As he did so the blood-lust took hold and even after slaying the guards he pressed onwards down an unfamiliar corridor where he encountered the next wave of reinforcements charging up to meet him. At first, this new force did not take the appearance of a single Elf seriously and went forward to meet their dooms upon his whirling blades one at a time. By the time they had realised their mistake and attempted to defeat him mob handed it was too late to save themselves, such was the lethal mixture of battle fury and cold calculating blade work that they encountered... …All of which had lead Ridaran to an unknown and empty hallway far from where he was supposed to be. Cleaning the thick, black orcish blood off of his swords by wiping them on the still warm corpse laying at his feet, he pondered his next move. He was lost that much he knew, but what to do next ? Then he felt it, a sudden soft breeze that smelt of grass and fresh mountain air. If nothing else the source of such a thing offered him a way out of the Mines and his current predicament. The breeze caressed his face again and he set off in the direction he thought it had come from, scrambling over some boulders and debris he dropped down onto the hall floor once more right in front of a partially open double door through which both fresh air and golden sunlight poured through. Relieved, he strode through and then stopped dead at the sight before him. He found himself stood at the top of a gentle incline in a valley framed by tall, snow capped peaks. To his left the cool, still waters of Mirrormere reflected the mountains and sky creating a dappled swirling effect upon the rock faces. In front a winding, tree lined pathway lead downward and onward to the rest of Lothlorien that lay beyond his view. For what seemed an eternity Ridaran stood statue still all his senses drinking in the scene before him. Then a single, silent tear ran down his cheek and lost in a maelstrom of memories he whispered a solitary word - "Home"