"These orcs won't stop coming!" Gimli yells.
I shoot another orc near him.
"That was mine!" Gimli shouts at me.
"Then there's a good thing there's more than one." I say.
"Hmm." He glares at me.
I shrug and slam another arrow into an orc behind me. I throw him back. Aragorn comes up from the hill side. He charges. I shoot an orc next to him. He nods at me. I nod back. I jump over an orc knife. I slam my foot into his face. I slam an arrow into his chest.
"These orcs do not go so close to the woodland realm." I say.
"What does that have to do with anything?" Gimli asks me.
I look at him.
"What it means Gimli is that Sauron is advancing too closely." Aragorn answers.
I pull on my bow. I kill another orc.
"I'm at nineteen Legolas!" Gimli cries.
"Twenty-seven!" I yell back.
Aragorn looks at me. I shrug. He raises his eyebrow. An orc charges at me. I shoot an arrow at his arm. Their armor has changed. It's stronger and not made of solid steel and iron. It feels like it's a stronger material. These orcs are different. I just don't know what it is yet. There is something that's changed within these orcs.
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𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰
FantasyAnother Lord of the Ring's fanfic. Well, it's more like a hobbit fanfic, but Aragon and Gimli are there as well. This might be out there but I'm doing it. Please don't hate me. An elf rises to power and is aligned with Sauron. One elf that came from...
