249 days untill Durin's day.
Not a days goes by with out missing you m'dear Brulda.
The hunt was on! Early this the company (or what was left of it) spotted A Goblin patrol, A perfect opportunity for some revenge, we quickly made way to chase the enemy. Our high spirits didn't last long. It seems the patrol was rallying towards the army we encountered earlier this week. Restless they march, restless they walk.
I decided we would track the enemies host, they seem to march towards the Valley of Imladris, but I presume even Goblins aren't stupid enough to attack the Elven City in the North. And soon their intention were made clear. A mighty host of vile creatures march along the Bruinen, burning and pillaging everything on their path. We kept our distance and followed the Orc-hord.
The Orc-hord has finally crossed the Bruinen, it is here where they encountered the first resistance, but this only seemed like A waking call for the orcs, like a force of nature they started to pour down on what ever was shooting at them. Shortly after we heard the sounds of Battle and my company decided to help who ever it was whom was shooting at the spawn of Morgoth.
We decided to stay close to the bank of the Bruinen, our posture not allowing us to cross anywhere safe. The enemy did not seem concerned by this how ever, and charged over the mighty Bruinen. A decision they had to regret shortly after words because many of the vile creatures were taken by the might of the River.
Now was the time for the sons of Durin to strike! We formed A rear flank and charged right into the Orc ranks on this side of the bank, they were caught by surprise and soon the sounds of flesh being cut and blood being spilled would be carried by the river. A fierce battle took place, on both sides of the Bruinen. My small company battling the rear guard of the army that had neglected to kill us. A mistake many of our foe's wouldn't live to regret.
As the battle raged on, my numbers started to dwindle, although we were gaining the upper hand, we were paying the price of that. My axe red with orcen blood my shield battered by orcen spear. But ever we fought on, ever we struck harder into a seemingly unending amount of enemies. We were driven back my company split in two.
The decisive part of the battle had began, my strength was starting to fail me, but my lust for Orcenblood alive as ever. And so we fought on. But as endearing as my kin was, the might of the Dwarves was starting to fall. For as more creatures started to head our way, we made ready for a last stand! I sounded the horn of Khuzrúl! And roared my loudest roar! We smashed into the growing number of Orcs and like A knife running through butter we were cutting our way back towards the banks of the river.
VICTORY!
We paid A high price for this day. I have taken it upon my self to speak to those we have given aid to.
