Dorvairse pulled the reigns, his horse, Calenhal snorted and breathed hard as if galloping a long distance. The metallic clanking noise sounded from every direction from shields repeatedly knocking against the backs of armored gondorian soldiers. Dorvairse looked behind him to his men, he had brought of band of seventy five men with him this time into the fields of Gondor on a standard patrol. Geordal, his most trusted officer and second in command of his flank came up behind him with a swift gallop from his horse and halted next to him.
"My Lord Dorvairse!" he called out
"Captain?"
"The men are tired and need rest, dusk is about on us."
Dorvairse nodded, but kept a keen eye around the surroundings. They were in the western region of gondor, far south of the village of Dínadab and far west of Calembel. He threw up a hand and signaled the men to dismount and make a camp near the trees for cover. Before he himself dismounted, he sent two scouts out eastward to check if there is any threats to the camp. Dorvairse and his men set up camp in no time.
Dorvairse sat down on a log put near a fire and breathed a heavy sigh in relief, he needed to rest, it had been a long day of going to and fro with no signs of Haradrim or Orc activity. He was relieved that his lands were free from distress for today. "At least we had one day of peace." he thought to himself.
Geordal came walking up, holding a tankard in his hand and sat down near Dorvairse.
"A quiet night, some of the men say that they expect to be murdered in their sleep or wake up to a sudden attack by evil men." Geordal commented.
Dorvairse gave a silent chuckle, "I don't think that the haradrim would come this far into this region. They know its two well guarded and watched by most watch towers and scouts. It would be a fool's errand."
Geordal nodded, "Well, it still worries me that the morale of the men are low. We should consider returning to the White City or even Dol Amroth for a brief respite from patrol."
"No i don't believe we are done here yet, something troubles me and i yet seem to lack the sense of what it is."
Geordal looked out into the blackness of the night which had fallen quite quickly, He soon spotted the first scout coming swiftly back to the came in a great rush. "Village under attack! We must give aide!"
Both Dorvairse and Geordal got swiftly to their feet and ran to meet the scout. "What news do you bring?" shouted Dorvairse's captain.
"Lothgobel is burning, Haradrim have mounted an assault on Lamedon from the eastern side. Near the river. They have a camp at Tathrendalf!"
Dorvairse quickly spoke to his captain to gather the men and mount quickly. He ran to his horse and mounted swiftly, riding to the front of the camp where all his men were gathering. "To Lothgobel! Men of Gondor!" Dorvairse shouted.
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Dorvairse and his men grew near to Lothgobel, and halted on the hill. The village was burning, smoke billowed from most all of the buildings. He could hear the screams of the villagers and the sound of swords meeting swords from brave villagers trying to save their town. Dorvairse gave a few signals to his men to split formations and then shouted to his men, "For Gondor!"
Dorvairse charged down the hill with his men behind him. Arriving in the city, Haradrim were in every direction. His men charged in and began to assault the haradrim. Dorvairse swiftly dismounted and took up his sword and shield in which he was well trained in.
Raising his shield in front of himself, he charged forward and shield bashed through a group of haradrim coming head on. He knocked some of them down and turned around to meet them again. Digging his right foot into the ground, getting sure footage, he raised his sword and shield up in a ready stance.
The first haradrim charged forward and threw his best swing, Dorvairse blocked it with his shield and threw in his counter, striking down the attacker. Sudden arrow volleys from his men barraged the remaining haradrim around him which cleared the way for Dorvairse to move forward.
The Screams of villagers were all over the village, Dorvairse directed anyone he came by to the exit where his men were waiting with a protecting flank. He turned and spotted a boy in a window within a burning house. Running to the door of the house and planting himself in front and readied up for yet another band of haradrim attempting to make a effort to strike him down. Making easy work of them he turned when all was clear and kicked open the door. He gestured to the boy to take his hand in which the boy did and told him to stay close behind him.
Dorvairse made for the exit as quick as he could only to intercept another flank of attackers. Again making easy work of them, he moved forward again and rejoined his men outside the village. He mounted the boy on his own horse and then mounted himself aswell on the back of Calenhal. The boy took hold of dorvairse's armor for support as Dorvairse began to move his horse forward.
Dorvairse signalled to his flank and shouted a battle cry, "Men Of Gondor, We of the White City do not let our lands fall to evil! Fight to regain what has been stolen from us!"
And with that, he charged forward with his men and defeated the remaining Haradrim Raiders.
After the battle, Dorvairse organized the villagers together of all who were left and escorted them to Calembel for safety until Lothgobel was secured and rebuilt. Dorvairse had asked the boy whom he rescued of his parents only to find they did not survive the raid. Thus Dorvairse decided to adopt the child into his own family, forging a crest of his family and heritage and gave it to the boy. This boy was named, Burwod, a Gondorian Child.
