𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖆𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖓

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔴𝔬

I don't even care if the sun is burning my skin. I don't care that we've been running for a couple hundred hours. We're gaining on Mary and Pipin. I can smell the foul scent of Uruk-hai. It burns my nose. They smell foul. They smell like blood. They smell like fire and the flesh of man.

"Come Gimli!" I yell behind me.

"Alright, Alright." Gimli hurdles down the hill. 

I help him up.

"We cannot delay." I say.

"Come Legolas and Gimli!" Aragorn yells. 

I nod. I grab Gimli's arm and I run. Gimli pushes off me.

"Nobody drags a dwarf! We dwarfs are natural sprinters!" Gimli yells.

I roll my eyes. 

"Then keep up." I say running.

Aragorn stops me. He listens to the ground. Listens to their footsteps. Their rage. Their ferocity. 

"What do you hear?" I ask. 

"They are going faster." Aragorn says.

"Have they picked up the pace?" I ask. 

"Yes. They have picked up our scent." He says.

I nod. 

"We must hurry." He says.

"Come Gimli." I say.