The orcs of the White-Hand had been keeping the settlement of Eaworth in the plains of Rohan under siege for many weeks now. All of those who tried to leave were met by the axes and fangs of the warg-riders who kept the settlement on their own. Few entered or left in the past weeks, the orcs grew in number and getting joined by more.
The Old-Man of the Great Tower had sent his new breed of orc as well as a party of dunlendings around forty men strong. They came from three different clans; the falcon, the ox and the dragon. The warrior Pren was among these, under the banner of the Falcon this time. He had left his wife at their new hut in Dunland, going to the Gap to meet with the group of dunlendings at Wulf's Cleft.
The fires roared fiercely at the large war camp, and the roars of the wild men were loud as their boots marched in a tremendous beat! Chants were shouted as they marched through the Gap before they crossed around Isengard and over into the Stonedeans. Here more dunlendings, some mixed blood though still with a hatred to the rohirrim, joined the group and they then marched into the Broadacres. Here they had no trouble as the only settlement on the path had already been taken and burnt by the orcs that had advanced a long time before. Crossing the river they moved quickly up into the camp, and there preparations started.
Weapons and armour were gathered, and a rough plan was set. The orcs and the wargs were the first to leave. They ran at the gates and attacked with full force! The warriors of Eaworth held them back well, managing to keep them at the gates. The fight went on and the orcs gained little ground, so the uruks and the dunlendings joined. The dunlendings however broke off to the large beacon, for the uruks were a strong enough force to push the rohirrim further into the town. The dunlendings then came from behind, a group of the most nimble climbing up the beacon and began to shoot arrow down upon the men.
Pren had joined in the fight down below, the horse-men sandwiched between the orcs and the dunlendings. Pren had found himself toe-to-toe with a large rohirrim. Pren swung his axe and it bounced off the side of the armour of the man and in return he got a club across his forehead, splitting the skin and blood started to trickle from the gashes down his face. Another axe swung and it hit into the horse-man's sword arm, making him loose his grip on the sword though he pulled a dagger now with his left arm, and thrust it into Pren's thigh. Stumbling back he swung his axe once more, this time true and it struck the man in his unprotected head that he fell to the floor. The fight went on and on, and more injuries came to the wild-man as well as the rest of the raiding party.
Just when the horse-lords looked like they were about to fall, the doors of the Mead-Hall flung open and out ran dozens and dozens of rohirrim dressed in thick armour and with shining swords! They pushed back the orcs and the dunlendings back to the gates. The trap the rohirrim set had worked and now the attacking force had been pushed back to the gates, the dunlendings had escaped back across the river to the Stonedeans where they rested for the night. Now only twenty one men strong, they crossed back into the Gap and Dunland injured and aching, each returning back to their homes and families.
(This is just 'a version' of the Siege of Eaworth. This or the one without dunlendings happens when ever it happens in your own story lines.)
