Arostir's Battered Old Journal, 11: The Darkness Encroaches...



This is a bad business! But we're not the only ones in it... We were lucky to have reached the Angle when we did, for we came across a pack of Goblins attacking the outer walls which were hastily barricaded in fast defence. If we tarried any longer on the journey here, I fear the folk of the Angle would have been overrun...

We had trapped the Goblins between the wall of spears and our blades, they were quickly dispatched, my blade has indeed shown her true bite and as I sliced the neck of the last foe, I felt a surge of energy flow through my body... I felt rejuvenated and admittedly highly excited... I forget sometimes how thrilling the fight can be. But I must be careful not to be blinded by the adrenaline...

The Angle was supposed to be kept secret and hidden as we are an elusive kind who dwell in secrecy. How these cretins found the location of The Angle is beyond me... But they are dead now, let us hope no more show up for the time being.

We have all busied ourselves with securing the defence of The Angle. For no doubt more foes shall fall upon us soon... However, I fear that we are heavily outnumbered... I look about me and see not fighters, but old folk, women and young children, all Dúnedain, but not the fittest or the best trained... For the real fighters had traveled with our lord, Aragorn... Leaving only our company to defend the North in their absence....

 

Garram, being a master of traps and elaborate snares, had set up a gauntlet of fierce traps through the hidden path to reach the Angle to hopefully slow any advancement of the enemy to a crawl, we had all been keen to learn the one safe route through the hellish field of traps and we were wise to follow the Dwarf's lead, for I did not wish to put my foot in another bear trap.... The first time was bad enough!

We had gathered water from the Bruinen and scouted around for some Athelas for several folk were wounded in the initial skirmish... As I scouted around for anything that could prove useful, I came upon a curious bird... A crow it seemed from afar, though upon closer inspection I realized it was a pesky Crebain... A spy for the enemy, and he had seen us leave the hidden path to the Angle, before I had chance to shoot the bugger, he flown off and headed North... I fear that had sealed our fate, we must get ready for the final defence of our land and kin... No doubt by now the enemy knows us and sees us as a major threat, they are likely going to send a frightful force upon us. Let us hope that aid comes in time...

The calm before the storm is always the worst, tensions has been high and it was several long and unsure days before any herald came or any raven flown back with any message... Luckily though, an Elf by the name Ornessar had travelled from Rivendell to announce that there will be assistance from the Elves... But he also grimly revealed to us that a band of Orcs were found travelling South from the Bruinin Gorges, that gave us less than a day to finalize our defences... This Elf, a High Elf he was... Perhaps he along with his fellows may be the boon that may turn the tide of our situation... Either that or they shall fall along with us all here...

 

If I do die, I hope one day someone shall come along and find this journal and know of my tale, and I hope they will understand that our deeds shall not be for naught. Maybe song shall be told of our deeds afterall. The final battle of Arostir, Warden of Annúminas, loyal blade to his stout company and a fighter to the very end...

Thorontir assures us all that we shall see the conclusion of this battle and that we shall survive.... Perhaps he's right, but even so, I'm going to see how many of these vile wretches we can make die first!

To Arms! This shall be our day, arrows shall fly and swords shall clash. For the Free Peoples!

For today is a good day  to die!