The hobbits felt like drowing in a sea of orcs and knifes. As they fought back to back they still found themselves hardpressed as Rosalina only had a small knife to defend herself with. Luckily orcs were not great swordsmen but they still had the benefit of large numbers and deadly steel. With difficulty the hobbits managed to retreat to one of the large boulders that littered the campsite. Numenor and Magnanamous made Rosalina crouch there and stood before her.
The two hobbits stabbed at anything foul before them and there were many targets. Ilmenang and Elenruth sang a bloody song and drew much orcblood. The elvenblades that Elrond had given them proved indeed to be excellent weapons and many orcs soon bewailed their attack on what they had thought to be easy prey. None of the halflings could see how their other companions fared in this black tide but the sound of battle still surrounded them. "I don't know how long I can keep this up!" shouted Magnanamous at Numenor. "As long as we must!" answered Numenor him. "The Shire!" he cried again as he burried Ilmenang into the side of an unlucky orc. "The Shire!" shouted Magnanamous too.
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