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morgynleriNo Shield For My Soul, Éowyn and company about to make it a very bad night for some orcs and trolls so as to make it possible for the army on the outside of the Black Gate to effectively storm the gate. Because Reasons.
If anyone had ever told her she would one day be climbing the mountains around the Black Gate of Mordor in company with an orc, an elf, and a dwarf, Éowyn would have thought that person mad. And yet, here she stands on a knife's edge ridge, drawing her bow in tandem with her companions and those they'd led.
Arrows fly and fall on the ranks of the orcs below. Opening the path and guarding it for the handful of men and dwarves who carry great axes and war hammers to take on the trolls atop the gate. It will not matter that they cannot open it without the trolls chained to the gates, not with ladders waiting to be run up the wall.
"And now all Luputar must do is take and hold the wall." Dazbol's voice is quiet as not to carry far, the tone wry in a way Éowyn had never thought an orc could be.
No. Uruktar, Dazbol had called herself and most of her small band. Orcs, perhaps, but it would be as calling the Rohirrim simply Men, for it is only a small part of who they are.
"Aragorn will manage, with the help of our eastern friends." Glorfindel sounds inordinately cheerful for someone who is perched on a mountain with an army of orcs below them, in the inky dark of night.
If anyone had ever told her she would one day be climbing the mountains around the Black Gate of Mordor in company with an orc, an elf, and a dwarf, Éowyn would have thought that person mad. And yet, here she stands on a knife's edge ridge, drawing her bow in tandem with her companions and those they'd led.
Arrows fly and fall on the ranks of the orcs below. Opening the path and guarding it for the handful of men and dwarves who carry great axes and war hammers to take on the trolls atop the gate. It will not matter that they cannot open it without the trolls chained to the gates, not with ladders waiting to be run up the wall.
"And now all Luputar must do is take and hold the wall." Dazbol's voice is quiet as not to carry far, the tone wry in a way Éowyn had never thought an orc could be.
No. Uruktar, Dazbol had called herself and most of her small band. Orcs, perhaps, but it would be as calling the Rohirrim simply Men, for it is only a small part of who they are.
"Aragorn will manage, with the help of our eastern friends." Glorfindel sounds inordinately cheerful for someone who is perched on a mountain with an army of orcs below them, in the inky dark of night.
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