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The Twin Warriors - Iarnuil: Separate Ways.



We entered the Morgul Vale after a quick rest.  "Iarnuil, you will stay by the camp and entrance to the Vale with the third group. Iarvenil, you will follow the second group into the woods - Shall the first group fail, the second needs to inform the others and hold the position. You will be the messenger. I shall go with the main force." - Nethillon then said and looked at us. I looked at Nethillon but I knew that I cannot go against his orders. He glanced briefly at me and then Iarvenil as a quick goodbye just in case. Then he have moved with the group he assigned to go with him. They rode off the main path and moved towards the river, where they were meant to stay and watch the Vale. Not long after Iarvenil left with his group towards the woods and we were left near our camp and the entrance to the Vale. Nothing was happening until a shriek reached our ears. "What was that?!" - I then shouted and soon recalled my older brothers warning me about the flying beasts. I warned the others and the archers as well then prepared myself just in case. Time was passing without any signs of enemy in our sight then I have spotted a scout running towards us and recognized that it was Iarvenil. "Iarvenil, what happened?!" - I asked him as soon as I spotted he was so pale. He was shaking and i tried to calm him down. We moved behind the others. "They are coming!" - He shouted to everyone, frightened and motioning to the other end of the Vale. "Where are the others? what happened?" - I tried to ask him but he seemed really off. "Dead... they're all dead...." - He whispered more to himself than to me. I threw my arm around him trying to calm him down. I soon glanced at him as I understood what he was talking about. "Where is Nethillon?" - I then asked him once again. "Nethillon... Nethillon...." - he whispered then started to cry. I focused on keeping him calm then for as long as I could. Then I have spotted the enemies incoming. "Iarvenil... Gondor needs you... Go back to the White City... please warn them! We will hold them as long as we can..." - I then told him unsheathing my sword and rushing into the battle as he ran away. We kept holding them off as long as we could, they were thinning and the flying beast never showed up around us I turned around then felt something sharp in my chest. I glanced down to see a sword-wound before falling to my knees.