The larger of the two Uruk-Hai drew a long, black, wicked knife with a jagged blade and a graven image carved into its hilts.
"Come closer, my little friend!" he hissed, green-blue tongue flicking across his thin lips and yellow, jagged teeth.
"I shall not!" Frodo cried, putting his back to the cavern wall and drawing Sting, which flashed blue fire in the darkness.
The orcs begain to close in, tentatively now that they had seen one of their own fall to the strangers.
There was a thrum as Legolas loosed an arrow, then a Ting! as is ricocheted off an unseen mail coat under the Orc's filthy cloak. The deflected arrow sunk deep into Sam's ass, and he uttered only a long, slow sigh and a "Sorry, Mr. Frodo..." as he sunk to his knees and toppled over onto his face in the muck.
"Ha! Ha!" cried the Uruk-Hai, their confidence alive at this evil turn. They crept closer, bladed circling and whistling. Frodo raised Sting to the ready and cried "O! Elberet! Githoniel!"
The Orc swung his black blade and Frodo parried, but the force of the blow sent him spinning against the back of the cavern, where he swayed off-balance at the edge of the abyss.
"Frodo!" Legolas cried. "Gimli, quickly!" he said, drawing his long thin knife and dropping his bow as he dashed toward the orcs.
Gimli braced his foot against the corpse of Shigritta and with some effort pulled his axe free, then turned and stumped after Legolas.
But the orcs were upon Frodo, and the bigger one with a lightning stroke almost too fast to see snicked off the Hobbit's wiener, which few into the darkness.
"Come closer, my little friend!" he hissed, green-blue tongue flicking across his thin lips and yellow, jagged teeth.
"I shall not!" Frodo cried, putting his back to the cavern wall and drawing Sting, which flashed blue fire in the darkness.
The orcs begain to close in, tentatively now that they had seen one of their own fall to the strangers.
There was a thrum as Legolas loosed an arrow, then a Ting! as is ricocheted off an unseen mail coat under the Orc's filthy cloak. The deflected arrow sunk deep into Sam's ass, and he uttered only a long, slow sigh and a "Sorry, Mr. Frodo..." as he sunk to his knees and toppled over onto his face in the muck.
"Ha! Ha!" cried the Uruk-Hai, their confidence alive at this evil turn. They crept closer, bladed circling and whistling. Frodo raised Sting to the ready and cried "O! Elberet! Githoniel!"
The Orc swung his black blade and Frodo parried, but the force of the blow sent him spinning against the back of the cavern, where he swayed off-balance at the edge of the abyss.
"Frodo!" Legolas cried. "Gimli, quickly!" he said, drawing his long thin knife and dropping his bow as he dashed toward the orcs.
Gimli braced his foot against the corpse of Shigritta and with some effort pulled his axe free, then turned and stumped after Legolas.
But the orcs were upon Frodo, and the bigger one with a lightning stroke almost too fast to see snicked off the Hobbit's wiener, which few into the darkness.
tzizimine:
Only 29? Goodness...from your photo you look much younger!
brandviolet:
And I plan on staying 29 a long, long time.