Waking Up In Another World - A LOTR Fanfiction

[11] Waking Up In Another World - A LOTR Fanfiction

Chapter 11:

“Orks!” – cried Legolas, quite unnecessarily in my mind.

They came over the hill in swarms, bearing down on us at a rather terrifying speed.

I pulled my sword out, and spun the shield that I had taken to wearing on my back, down on my arm. The others also their weapons as the charging Orks got closer.

As the first Orks reached us I swung my sword out – accidentally lopping off it’s head. It’s body fell to the ground, and it’s head flew through the air – landing on one of the other Orks.

The others looked over at me impressed, and I just shrugged. Then it was the fight.

It was close, and messy. Gimli used his ax to lop of the legs, while Legolas and Zena shot them dead. Aragorn and the Hobbits were working on taking out as many as possible with out really having a strategy. Gandalf was hitting the advancing Orcs with his wand/staff, and Boromir was just hacking them apart. I decided to join in the fun to. I mean what could be more fun that hacking filthy Orcs up on a whatever today was – night? Nothing! Go exercise – and down with TV. Snort. I could do with a relaxing evening in front of the TV.

The Orcs aren’t hard to kill – it’s the numbers. They are like ants at a picnic. Really big ants with weapons, amour and the intent to kill. A great mix.

I want to spare you the gory details so I will just say – we hacked almost all the Orks up. No more Orks. The ones that did survive retreated (I didn’t know they did that!) screeching and yodeling the whole time.

We stood around panting and trying to catch our breath. We were filthy – now covered in Orc gore as well. ‘At least nobody died!’ – a cheery little voice in my head told me. ‘If somebody had, it would have made the whole thing a lot more interesting!’ – an evil voice told me. I didn’t agree with either voice.

Everyone was sort of going around bumping into each other and doing nothing really. I rounded them up, and then checked them over for injuries. Yah! I get to play doctor! ;) Not.

Mostly just cuts, but I cleaned them out – and then bandaged them up. Legolas had a nasty cut above one eye. Wow! Mr. Perfect could get hurt? That was new to me! Zena was busy fussing over him, so I just handed her the bandages and moved on.

Aragorn didn’t want me to disinfect the cut on him lower leg, but I told him that if he didn’t stop whining, I might just slip up, and pore the disinfectant somewhere A LOT – less comfortable, - if you get my drift. He shut-up and let me clean his leg after that. I even gave him a piece of bacon as a treat after words for being such a good boy. I gave him a pat on the head to. I have never seen Aragorn so mad! I just about died of inner laughter.

[Note: Inner laughter is when you are dying of laughter inside, but your outer appearance remains unchanged. Just being clear.]