Thread: Angmar

Elvon of the West Thromi Shortbeard Nan Angmar Peace! Elvon said in a rare show of anger, when the human knight and the Halfling. Now was not the time for debate. There is no time for the setting of traps or snares. We will draw out the foe and make a hasty escape to his bright eyes scanned the land between their high ridge and the orc camp, where a thicket of forest and sloping hillside up to where they were characterized the grounds. The trees grew thickly and there was no pathway visible. There. He concluded, pointing with a long finger a bit to their right. There was a small clearing with thick bushes and trees on either side. Thromi and Thor, you each will place yourselves on either side, to be the anvil and hammer in our ambush. Nair will remain further up here as our final line but she shouldnt get involved. Myself, Gilraen, and the perian , he used the Sindarin word for Halfling, will go forward and draw the enemy. When we pass through that clearing, we will turn at the base of the climb and give battle. That is where you two warriors leap out behind and smote the enemy in their rear. We shall do this however many times is required until the enemy numbers have been culled. With discipline and luck of the heavens, we shall prevail. Leave your bags and gear here and take only what you need for battle. Perhaps, Elvon continued, turning to Gilraen, you should give your bow to Nair. We will be too close quarters for you to use it. Nor will we provoke the orcs with shooting. Let them think it is anything but an attack upon their camp, in order to maximize our surprise. He looked at both women, hoping they would agree. Thromi nuzzled Moiras shoulder with his hand. Ill be here and if any should be hot on your tail then they will have me to contend with. The rabbits will become the wolves then and we shall bite deeply into our foes with iron. He said with a grin, axes in hand. He didnt like the notion of hiding in bush and thicket but the elf had a wise strategy to employ against superior numbers. You plot like a true captain of war, master elf. Is there much battle across the seas in your land? Me? Elvon said, drawing out his naked blade, forged ages ago for a different time and conflict. It was still sharp and deadly. No, not I. Six millennia or more has it been when I last drew steel in battle. Let us hope I have not forgotten too much. He said with a bemused grin, forgetting he was with mortals and younger elves. Six millennia! Thromi was astonished. They were following an elf who hadnt fought or been in a battle in six thousand years?! And the last time he skirmished with goblins but not a few months ago. And what is it exactly youve done in that time? He asked with surprise. Me? Elvon said again without a change in tone. Im a glassblower. I shape beads, ornaments, trinkets he shrugged, looking to Gilraen and Moira, as if that was the end of the discussion. Should it matter? The one war he had partaken in, the War of Wrath, lasted longer than the live spans of most men! An entire continent had been drowned. There had not been such a deadly conflict since then, except perhaps for the one to come still. Ready? Follow me. And not a sound, any of you. Put that pipe out, sir. He said to Thor as well. The night eyes of the orcs might see the burning of the embers too. They wouldnt want that. Moving slowly, Elvon went over the edge of the ridge and slid slowly down to the treeline, a drop of a few feet. He climbed slowly to his feet and stalked through the thick woods, occasionally looking back to see if his two companions were with him, until they neared the other treeline some thirty paces from the ridge. He hoped the others were getting into position. When the others had gone, Thromi nodded to Thor, the knight of Dale. We should go too, and quietly. He glanced back to Nair. Fare well! he said to the female elf. Hopefully your skills wont be needed. He joked with a morbid smile. The healer not having anything to do would be a good day, no? No blood, no wounds, no bandages. That would be an extraordinary good outcome. When Thor was ready, Thromi moved down into the forest to the appointed clearing and ambush spot and took his place in some dense foliage. Further ahead, peering out from behind the trunk of a tree, Elvon could make out the perimeter of the orc camp, where a half dozen of the creatures were sitting around a fire, sharpening weapons and barking to one another in their guttural tongue. They were at ease and relaxed, thinking there were no foes in this place. Who can mimick the sound of a woodland animal? Elvon asked Gilraen and Moira in a whisper.