The story of Alora and Halbrand, two lovers who were set to fail. The Elvish Princess of Lindon. The Rightful King Of The Southlands. A love story filled with war, despair, magic and prophecies.
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"Do you feel ready?" Arondir asked Sorin who prepared his arrow and he looked at him, eyes filled with nothing but determination. "Ready as I'll ever be, yourself?" Sorin responded and Arondir inhaled a breath looking ahead already feeling the Orcs were close. "I'm with you, until my last breath." Arondir answered with a light smile and Sorin smiled back.
Sorin looked back to the forest and his sight allowed him to see further than the ordinary eye. A gift all elves had.
Arondir looked ahead as well and his ears perked up seeing that single flame.
Then another.
And suddenly, the hill was swarmed with torches and the two elves glanced at each other knowing they were tremendously outnumbered. Staring at the army that marched towards the village, passing the bridge and breaking down homes.
"Take your aim." Arondir whispered to Sorin who nodded as he aimed his arrow exactly where he wanted and waited for Bronwyn to release the signal. "They're getting closer." Sorin said to him as Arondir looked over to Bronwyn who was struggling to light up the cart and he could see an Orc coming close to her with his torch. He glanced to Sorin who was still holding his arrow steady and they could both hear the heavy footsteps coming closer. Arondir sees Bronwyn fight with the Orc as he killed the woman with her and he worried for a moment.
Just as he thinks about jumping down to help her, she deals with the Orc, killing him and taking his torch then sent the flying cart down the hill.
The group of Orcs looked to the cart confused and Arondir lit up Sorin's arrow then the elf released it to where he was aiming. The flaming arrow lands right on the wooden shavings and oil lined up to keep them trapped. A large fire was lit up and Arondir began to kill the Orcs inside as Sorin did the same, the other villagers were taking their aim and shooting arrows.
Sorin glanced at the people who were hit and he felt this wave of guilt that he was unable to save them. A few other burning carts were released to secure them there and Sorin kept shooting, never stopping.
Suddenly, a large Orc pushed the carts breaking them all free and they began to spread out. Sorin shot at an Orc who was taking aim to a villager, he sees an arrow make it way to him and he simply moved his head to the side, but he kept shooting.
A stabbing sound made Sorin turn his head and he sees the man next to him was taken down. Arondir noticed as well and Sorin set his bow down then unsheathed his sharp sword. He spun to the side as the Orc swings it's axe to him and he swung his sword cleanly taking the Orc's head off.
"Look out!" Arondir warned him as a chain is wrapped around Sorin's neck and he is yanked down by three Orcs from the ground. Arondir runs to help his friend, but he is attacked by another Orc and Sorin landed on the floor with a loud thud. Sorin grunted as he tried to remove the chain, but he is then dragged away and with his sword still in hand, he stabbed it into the ground. This made it difficult for the Orcs to keep dragging him and he rolled his legs over his head to flip himself backwards.
