BALLAD OF BROKEN SWORDS ( LEGOLAS )

𝟬𝟯𝟵 ━━ gone where we cannot dwell

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˚ ₊ ♡ ❰ BALLAD OF BROKEN SWORDS ❱
*✧ ─── ❝ ❪ GONE WHERE WE CANNOT DWELL  ❫ ❞
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ACT THREE ── face et spera 🏹 ⁺⑅

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CHILDREN OF ARDA DUOLOGY ⋆ ☄.
♯ ❝ I SAY I'D BEAT THE BOTH OF YOU ❞
CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
˚ ₊ ♡ the third age ─── year 3019
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❝ 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘺
𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 𝘢𝘵 𝙙𝙖𝙬𝙣 ❞

AMIDST THE CHAOS GYDA RIDES UPON HER HORSE WITH HER SWORD GLEAMING IN THE DAPPLED SUNLIGHT THAT FILTERS THROUGH THE DENSE CANOPY OF CLOUDS IN THE SKY. The air was thick with tension and the metallic tang of impending battle. With a guttural roar, the orcs charge upon their vicious beasts, eyes glowing with cruel malevolence.

Theoden was ahead of the convoy, raising his sword high, rallying his comrades, "For Rohan!" He cries out, voice cutting through the chaos.

Legolas, who Gyda notes is close to the front of the group, swiftly nocks an arrow and lets it fly, felling an orc before it could really reach the front lines. The growls of their enemies grew louder, shrieks and wrenching yips as the two opposing sides met in the middle of the field.

Gyda swings her sword, watching as the orc topples from the imposing beast, squealing in fright.

The battle was fierce and unrelenting. Swords clashed and arrows flew, and the ground shook with the force of the combat. Aragorn moves with grace and precision, his sword dancing in his hands as he fought off multiple orcs at once. Legolas advances like a wraith, his arrows faithfully finding their targets. Gimli's battle cries are a thunderous roar above the screams of his victims.

Gyda grunts as her own horse is brought down, knees digging in the rocks and dirt as she rolls away from the onslaught. Dust follows her like a smoke trail in the wind. She coughs, eyes glaring up and brows furrowing in concentration to see who dared to approach her.

The creature was a tall, imposing figure, clad in dark armour that seems to absorb the light around him. His eyes glow with a malevolent red light, and his sneer reveals a mouth full of sharp, pointed teeth.

With a guttural roar, the orc lungs forward, his massive sword swinging down in a deadly arc. Gyda, nimble and graceful, dodges the blow and counters it with a quick strike to the orc's side. It howls in pain, retaliating with a swift backhand she can barely duck away from in time.