Narchril woke up far from the camp and she was shaking slightly, and she lay on the cold ground with no Orcs or Wargs in her line of sight. "What happened?" She whispered under her breath, as she slowly sat up and turned slowly and carefully in a circle, unsure of where she was.
Narchril spotted her bow and quiver lying on the ground nearby and when she scrambled toward them, she had a sudden revelation.
Narchril stopped and she yanked out a knife, that she kept in her boot at all times and she was looking around for Orcs and Wargs, unsure of what exactly she was supposed looking for in this fight.
Narchril managed to retrieve her quiver, slinging it over her back and she reached for her bow. Her hand closed around it and she felt the very familiar weight of the weapon, as she picked it up and she stood once again on her feet.
Narchril shook her head slightly as she began to walk, carefully creeping along as she had no horse and she had her weapons back. Her stealth was an asset to her and now, she was dealing with a situation that could work in her favor. If she approached it with a much needed objective of stealth then it would work.
The Wargs strangely enough at the sight of her, they didn't react at her presence when she got to the camp.
In fact, they were nuzzling her from all sides, and it was like they had been tamed somehow.
It was just like the wilderness in them, had been tamed somehow by an animal expert.
However, throughout their history they weren't ever known to be led by food. They were only known to bow down to their alpha, and they had never been known to bow down to anyone else.
Narchril took up a position behind a nearby set of rocks and she drew her bowstring back and her arrow flew through the air. It went into one of the Orcs' eyes and it collapsed with the arrow in the eye.
Narchril continued to fire at the Orcs in the camp, until she found her horse and she started to run toward it.
She raced ahead at her top speed toward her horse, and firing at the Orcs nearby as she managed to make it to her horse.
Narchril swung up onto its back swiftly and she moved the reins with a click of her tongue as the horse galloped off.
Narchril swiveled around on the horse's back and she drew back her bowstring, firing arrow after arrow at the pursuing Orcs.
When the Wargs got near her however, they reared up and she was stunned to see that the Wargs were all turning on their Orc riders and her eyes widened, as she turned around on the horse's back and they continue onwards, riding farther and farther away from the carnage that was now behind them at their backs.
Narchril managed to get to the East road nearby. She continued to ride on the road, though at a slower pace then she had previously been riding, as her horse was soon to be tired if she had kept riding him at the previous pace.
Narchril eventually stopped to make camp in a sort of nook with a cliff up above her head. She tied her horse up loosely to a branch in order for him to be able to run if dangers approached them and she made a fire in the small nook.
Narchril blew on the fire carefully so that it blazed up slightly more and she had managed to shoot down three big squirrels and a rabbit to eat.
She formed a spit over the fire with some big branches and she was very carefully watching the animals, as she was turning them as she was carefully cooking them thoroughly.
Narchril pulled the first squirrel swiftly off of the spit and replaced it with the rabbit, and she was sinking her teeth eagerly into the first food that she had eaten in days, having not eaten before she had rushed into the battle against the Orcs and Wargs the day before.
It was then, that Narchril heard the noise.
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Moon's Nature |The Hobbit|
Fanfiction|I own nothing of the Hobbit book or films. I only own my character and her plotlines| Narchril - (To Rend/Rip/Tear) A fine name for an elven warrior. If she had been born a son to her father, then she would not have needed to worry about being a gr...
