The Last Othellan

The first battle

Boromir ran to the doors of the room and looked out, only to draw his head back from the outside a second before an arrow embedded itself in the door, where he had stood mere moments ago.

"Get back!" Aragorn shouted to the hobbits "Stay close to Gandalf!"

I joined Boromir at the doors and shot down an orc, earning a sharp squeal. Many more were coming, and they had another most unwelcome creature in their midst.

"Great" I snarled sarcastically, heaving the doors shut with Boromir and Aragorn.

"They have a cave troll" Boromir said, his voice and facial expression also oozing with sarcasm.

Legolas, Aragorn and Boromir barricaded the doors with anything they could find, and I felt a tug on my leg.

"Come on, Pip!" I urged the hobbit, taking hold of his upper arm and leading him back behind Gandalf. His guilty face was white and scared, and I bent to my knees. "They would have discovered us sooner or later, don't blame yourself" I said quietly. Pippin nodded, and behind me Gandalf drew his sword with a yell.

I stood up and jogged forwards towards the others, fitting another arrow to my bow, and behind me heard the hobbits drawing their own small blades.

I stood next to Legolas, and aimed my arrow directly at the doors as they shook with the weight of the orcs pushing against them.

"Argh, let them come!" growled Gimli vengefully from behind me "There is one dwarf yet in Moria who still draws breath!"

Adrenaline pumped around my body as the doors strained even more, but I kept my bow straight and steady as beside me Boromir spun his sword expectantly in his hand. Orc weapons forced their way through the wood and I clenched my jaw as a gap big enough for an arrow opened up in the door.

Legolas loosed his arrow first and it hit its mark as an orc squealed in pain. I fired my own arrow, and heard another screech as I grabbed a second from my quiver and let it fly.

The doors burst apart and the orcs exploded into the room. I shot a couple more before they were upon us. Unsheathing a dagger, I stabbed one in the throat while I shoved my bow into my quiver, but more surrounded me. I took another dagger from my waist and slashed one across the chest, disabling it as another orc leered up at me, before I slit its throat. The orc I had injured raised its scimitar and brought it down on one of my daggers. I kicked it in the chest and stabbed it.

Putting one dagger away, I drew my sword while another orc, who obviously thought I was an easy target, smashed its weapon on my other dagger. As soon as my sword was free of my quiver, I decapitated it with a yell and slid my other dagger away.

I heard the hobbits' battle cries as they joined the fray and turned. My blade was met by that of a huge orc with a long, rusty sword in its clutches. Holding my sword in both hands, I duelled it as fiercely as I could, eventually slicing off its hand and stabbing it in the chest.

There was a huge roar from the doorway, and a gigantic troll stumbled into the room, roaring its displeasure from its misshapen, jagged mouth as the doorway was obliterated by its humongous form. It's thick grey skin would be hard to pierce, and its huge feet would no doubt destroy half the room in a second. 

I took out a dagger and hurled it at the orc holding the troll's chain. It hit the orc in the neck, but another two were advancing on me and I had no time to collect it.

Legolas shot the troll where the heart should have been, but it barely made a difference as the troll made a beeline for Sam.

He yelled but I jumped in front of him, allowing him time to run. The troll brought down its mace, which missed me by inches as I rolled under its legs to avoid it, coming to a rest in front of Sam again. Scrambling to my feet as the troll advanced on the both of us, I raised my sword, ready to stab, slash or disfigure it so Sam could run.