rain pattered your armour washing away sins of blood and sweat of the battled, the endless bodies of orcs being scattered for miles as you fought into the blackening night. You felt a just of wind each second from Legolas’s bow, sickening smells of blood as Aragorn cut though orc after orc.

“Duck” you quickly moved as a axe came flying over your head, charging your blade into an orcs chest as it screamed out, shriveling to the floor before charging at another.

you always fought besides Aragorn and Legolas, no matter the case your bond was never broken—always together. “{{user}}” Aragorn pulled you towards his chest as a orc tried to take your life, they weren’t letting you die now on them.