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𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘:

Urak-Hai: While JRR Tolkien doesn't exactly explain what they are, it is assumed that they are the result of breeding orcs with men. Their name translates to "Orc-folk"

Isengard: The dwelling place of Saruman the White, who men consider a wizard.

Warg: Evil wolves that are sometimes tames by orcs and Urak-Hai to ride

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"I am flesh and I am bone,
rise up, ting ting, like glitter and gold.
I've got fire in my soul,
rise up, ting ting, like glitter."
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{5} Demise of Rovnik
"Halt! Insolent fools," spat a grimy creature. He stood at a forbidding eight feet (~2.5 meters), with teeth filed into points and a mane of dreadlocks that reeked of grime. He was garbed in rough wool and a full set of lacquered orichalcum armor. The metal was swathed in a supple cloak of which was pinned with a brooch that he had claimed from a slaughtered elf.

His face warped into a scowl as he watched some witless creatures that he disdainfully called his soldiers stumbled over the edge of a ravine and flailed into the haunting abyss. Were they really so pathetic that they couldn't even survive in their surroundings? Nothing had even attacked them!

"That's why I put them in the front," he snarled, mostly to himself. They had been drafted onto his regiment for some reason unknown to him, yet they certainly fell short of the criteria he commanded his soldiers to follow.

After all, he was Rovnik, colonel of the first Uruk-Hai regiment of Isengard. He governed his legion with a first of steel and ironed them into soldiers that were fit to bring ruin to the kingdom of half-elven filth.

"We move east and hook around the ravine!" He roared, jerking on the reins of his warg and hauled on them until they were facing the proper direction. "Unless there are any else who desire to walk into their death and rid me of their incompetence!"

Amused chuckles chorused throughout the company before they shifted to the direction the colonel ordered.

It was precisely the direction a certain Wood-elf had hoped they would follow.

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Fissures clawed at the surface of the ground as Legolas drove his blade into the twelfth pressure point. The cracks, despite being deadly, were barely visible to the naked eye and certainly couldn't be spotted unless someone was looking for them.

The Wood-elf had taken a long time to scour the lands of Raudhparan for the perfect scene to prepare his trap. After a painful and tedious search, he had finally come across the perfect basin to use. Pressure points similar to those that he had used to create the ravine lined the entire perimeter of the basin, therefore creating the opportune set for his plan.

    The fractures that resided on the front and sides of the basin had already been struck by the prince, however. Upon consideration, he had realized that the most effective course of action would be to trigger the majority of the pressure points before the enemy regiment arrived. Then, as they unknowingly marched into the basin of their death, he would be able to sneak behind them and set off the final fractures.

    If he were to be honest, he was genuinely impressed with himself for coming up with such a plan. Perhaps those years of wandering outside of Mirkwood would end up paying off for him.

    "And now, we wait," Legolas mumbled to himself as he retracted his blade from the earth and remounted his horse to stake out a hiding place. Just along the horizon, he could make out the shapes of the regiment on the ridge of the closest hill now.

    The time to put his plan into action was almost upon him. He had long since directed his horse to a safe spot a distance away from the basin, then tucked himself into a cleft of a hill that wasn't visible from the basin.

    Just as the Wood-elf had managed to regulate his breathing and settle into the niche, the beasts were upon him. Their synchronized steps pulsed through his elven ears loudly; they never went away, yet somehow they dulled into a thumping noise in the background that kept pace with his heartbeat.

    Ever so carefully, Legolas stalked to the edge of the cleft and observed the actions of his opposition. They looked even more wretched up close: they were tall, broad, oozing with filth and blood, and were equipped heavier than any orc Legolas had witnessed before.

    One thing was for sure though–these were not orcs. Whatever they were was far from it.

    However, if everything else had been upgraded about them, they still lacked the wit to take notice that they were walking straight into the trap he had set for them. To be fair, there was nothing about this particular area of Raudhparan that differed from any other place in the hills. Someone would have to be expecting to get attacked in order to detect something out of place.

    "Keep it moving you disgusting beasts," Legolas muttered under his breath. Nearly the entire regiment had made it past the rear pressure points. In just a few more moments, the Wood-elf would be able to complete his task.

    Legolas' next movements were furtive and calculated. He moved with such stealth that not even the grass beneath his feet made the slightest sound. Every breath he took seemed as though it was muted, and even his clothes remained noiseless despite the fact that he was moving.

    In one fluid movement, Legolas had unsheathed his blade and held it even with his waist. His quick steps represented more of a prowl than a jog as he edged towards the pressure points. So far, the soldiers in the back were yet to learn of his presence.

    Without wasting any more valuable time, Legolas set to work. It wasn't long before the Wood-elf had reached the final pressure point. His fingers were clasped tightly around the hilt of his blade as he brought it into the air, ready to strike.

    "Elf-scum!" A nasally, snarling voice sounded out causing Legolas to groan in annoyance. Of course, some stupid beast had to spot him.

The blond swiftly completed his task by driving his blade deep into the earth with great force. In an instant, deafening cracks roared from the crust of Arda and violently shook the ground. Tremors gripped the earth and caused Legolas to lose his balance for a moment as the plates shifted apart.

The enemy's yells of fear were dulled by the booms of pieces of earth plummeting far underground. With each segment of the ground fracturing away from the rest and plunging into the depths of Arda, hundreds of beasts went with it.

Legolas grinned in victory as he witnessed the fall of the foul creatures. Their cries of fear and confusion were simply fuel for his pride. The peace of Imladris was not going to be disturbed this week.

The Wood-elf snapped out of his victorious stupor as he saw the beasts that were on the edges of the assembly jumping to solid ground and attempting to flee. With a battle-hardened scowl, he whipped his bow from its mount on his back and readied his aim. Within seconds, several beasts had crumbled to the ground while choking on their blood. 

Legolas sprinted across the basin to give chase to the ones who were escaping. His feet fell as light as feathers when he danced from stone to stone. Each remaining piece of earth was like a wavering island stranded in a dark sea. While midair from each jump, Legolas' hands moved so fast that not even a trained eye would be able to follow them as he fired off arrows into the heads of his foes.

The unveiling of his presence and his graceful movement attracted the attention of the escaping orc-like beasts. They hissed and howled at the elf who they immediately shifted the blame to for the death of their kin.

Seeing as it was only one elf who stood in challenge to them, the creatures made no hesitation in unsheathing their weapons and rallying against their foe. By the time Legolas had made it to stable ground, he was already dodging arrows and parrying strikes from the beasts.

"If it's a fight you want, elf-scum," one of the creatures snarled, "then you should have asked."

Legolas spared a fleeting glance at the deteriorating basin behind him and the droves of monsters falling to their doom. "Perhaps, though I fail to see what fun that might've been."

Like a predator who had grown tired of toying with its prey, Legolas sprung into action with his hardy bow and arrow. The creature who had challenged him now laid bleeding out on a trembling ground with an arrow lodged deep into his windpipe.

The elf burned through his foes as a fire might consume a forest. In his wake fell the unfortunate bodies of his enemies who weren't slain in the crumbling of the basin. Almost all of the were dead before they even hit the ground.

Though, in his blitz, Legolas began to realize something. These beasts were much harder to eliminate than the typical orc, which was somewhat to be expected considering their superiority in size and armor. However, they also boasted a greater intelligence and tougher skin than the creatures Legolas had grown accustomed to slaying.

Legolas grunted in exertion from the continuous firing of arrows and sprinting. His arms were beginning to grow weary from the sustained effort, but to his irritation, he still had nearly two dozen beasts left that had managed to escape from the collapse. Right as doubts began to take root in the Wood-elf about his undertaking in taking down the regiment, a loud groan sounded from the earth. The lands of Raudhparan had grown too weak around the basin from the persistent tremors and now the cracks were branching outside of the basin.

Now this could be used to his advantage.

Even if they were superior to orcs in every way, the beasts were still inept in balance and grace. While Legolas was minimally hindered by the cracking and fragmenting of the ground, many of his enemies were losing their balance and even falling into the widening gaps.

The aid from Arda breathed renewal into Legolas and he quickly whipped another arrow from his quiver and notched it. This one landed deep into the exposed gut of a beast, and the next into the back of one's head. At one point he even prepared three arrows at once, which successfully managed to simultaneously dispatch a trio of the revolting creatures.

"37... 38," Legolas murmured to himself as he used an arrow to drive deep into the face of an enemy before notching it and shooting it into an exposed section of one's chest.

Upon the dramatic fall of the final orc-like beast, Legolas assumed he had finally eradicated the regiment. Though, to his dismay, a quick surveillance of the horizon revealed what he believed to be the colonel of the pack escaping on the back of a warg.

Legolas huffed in vexation at the circumstances. The beast held such little, pathetic pride to flee from battle instead of confronting the Wood-elf. He scowled and moved to return his bow to the clip on his back when a noise interrupted his movement. The ground trembled as a pounding flooded his elven ears.

Though, quite unlike the booming and irregular groans of the earth from it breaking into pieces, this sound was rhythmic and held a cadence that appeared like music to his ears.

Behind him came galloping his valiant white steed, who displayed not a single fear of the carnage and crumbling ground that surrounded them. How his horse had managed to time his appearance as perfectly as the ivory beast did was beyond Legolas, but the elf took no further question to it and hastily swung atop the horse's back.

In a fury of beating hooves and blonde hair cutting through the air, the two galloped across the dividing lands of Raudhparan. Though the warg that the assumed colonel was riding upon was swift, its pace could not hold a candle to the speed the Lothlorien horse possessed.

Legolas dropped his reins in a show of the trust he held in his mount and readied his bow. However, as he took aim, his mount dug deep into the ground and flew at a velocity at which he had never witnessed a horse traverse the ground. In a moment's time, he had managed to draw even to the warg and its rider.

Without a single command from the Wood-elf, the ivory horse pinned his ears flat against his crested neck and snaked his head towards the beast. In a single snap, the horse had sunk its teeth deep into the neck of the unsuspecting orc-like creature and flung him from the back of his warg. Legolas nearly lost his grip on his weapon as he witnessed his steed's actions in disbelief.

Just as his enemy harshly impacted the ground, the ivory horse proceeded to maliciously trample the beast with his sharpened hooves. Legolas' mount had nearly dealt a fatal blow to the temple, but his foe managed to shed away his shock and rolled away from the attacks.

Before the horse could react, the monster unsheathed his weapon with rage and quickly aimed to swing it down upon the mount's head. Legolas snarled in wrath at the threat to the horse he was beginning to treasure, then stood atop his saddle before flipping off the front and bringing his own blade up to parry the strike.

"I would not dare to antagonize neither him nor I," Legolas seethed with a malignant grin.

"What would come of it, horse-master? You'd whip me with the silver strands of your beast's tail?" His taunts ground into the thin patience of the Wood-elf.

Legolas made no move to continue the conversation, rather striking the foul creature with his blade instead. His enemy easily countered his slashes and pushed back with jabs of his own. Legolas was quickly learning that his foe possessed far more strength than himself and would need to display more skill and agility if he wanted to win.

"Have you lost your words, elf-scum? Perhaps this will fuel your mouth with something to speak of," the creature sneered at Legolas and adjusted his cloak to where the brooch that pinned it was displayed vividly. Upon the paling of Legolas' skin and the horror that crossed the elf's eyes, he knew that he had struck a nerve.

The Wood-elf stared at the brooch in dread, losing all sense of his surroundings for several moments. The pin was of a beautiful leaf, consisting of winding, shimmering silver and embedded with scintillating green elf-stones.

There was only one elf-maiden who could've donned this brooch, and Legolas knew so because he was the one who had gifted it to her as a token of their friendship and his unrequited feelings for her.

"How did you get this?" Legolas demanded in a blitz of fury. His anger was ammunition in his erratic attacks, which soon had his foe pinned to the ground with his dual blades in an 'x' against his neck.

"I'll give you the comfort of knowing that the red-haired She-elf pleaded and begged greatly in the final, gruesome moments of her life," he goaded, spitting at Legolas. However, before the Wood-elf could decapitate the colonel, he kicked the elf off of him and regained his footing.

"And I'll give you the comfort in knowing that your entire regiment is vanquished! What pathetic military officer can't even keep his men alive against a mere elf?" Legolas fired back, seething with wrath and contempt. The beast chuckled at the fire raging in the Wood-elf's eyes.

"So quick to lose your temper and become irrational," he tsked, easily dodging Legolas' strikes. "I did not perceive elves to be this immature."

"I do not know if you have been in many fights before," Legolas grunted, sidestepping an assault and using one of his blades to meet the sword of his enemy before using his other knife to cut a deep gash into his arm. His foe hissed in pain and now swung his sword with not quite as much force, but was otherwise unaffected. "But there is usually not this much talking."

"So might it be," the creature chuckled darkly. "But then you might've not learned the death of your pathetic She-elf."

This time, though, Legolas was not as easily consumed by his anger from the provoking comments of his enemy. The Wood-elf bit his tongue and bided his time, knowing that soon he would be able to silence his foul competitor for eternity.

Through clever staged attacks and manipulation, Legolas was eventually able to force his enemy's blade from his hand, rendering him defenseless. A small smirk spread across the elf's lips as he heard the metal sharply clatter against the ground. While Legolas expected his enemy to make a move for his sword, he instead resorted to attacking the elf with his bare hands.

This was a mistake on the part of his enemy, as Legolas was far too agile to get struck by any of these assaults. His movements were nimble and calculated as he evaded each strike and in turn landed a well-placed slice on the beast's body. While he was certainly playing dirty, it was efficient, and soon all of the ligaments that he had precisely severed were inhibiting too much movement from his enemy.

Unfortunately, his strikes were still not quite enough to take down his formidable enemy, who was also too tall for Legolas to be able to deliver a blow to the neck or head. He had an idea, but his blades weren't thick enough to work with what he was contemplating on doing.

Legolas swiftly ducked another punch and rolled across the ground, taking up the hilt of his enemy's fallen sword and wielding it boldly. The elf sprinted forward and delivered a powerful kick straight into the gut of his opposer. This caused him to lose balance, providing the elf with an opportunity to rapidly swing the sword at his enemy's legs. The blade hacked completely through both flesh and bone, effectively separating the rest of the beast from his lower legs.

The creature let out a blood-curdling scream of pain and he entirely collapsed to the ground. Not wasting a single second, Legolas comes to the side of his fallen foe and pressed the tip of his blade against his throat.

"Now, I wish to know the name of the foul creature I am soon to slay, so yet I might boast of its defeat to every elf and orc I come across," Legolas sneered, digging his knife deeper into its throat.

"If it is a name you want to know," the creature spat, still as indignant as ever despite facing death. "Then it is a name you shall receive. I am Rovnik, colonel of the first regiment of the Urak-Hai of Isengard, and the killer of stray Mirkwood elves. We shall bring you death, whether you wish it or not, elf-scum."

Growing annoyed with hearing Rovnik's hideous voice and disgusting words, Legolas swiftly ran his blade through the Uruk-Hai's throat and watched as his blood splattered across the ground.

"You shall die a pathetic liar, Rovnik," Legolas spat. "For you might've killed Tauriel, but I know she does not beg at the hands of pitiful creatures such as yourself."

Legolas thought that the smile Rovnik was wearing into death was simply from his psychosis, but painfully learned the truth moments later. The Uruk-Hai had discreetly pulled a blade from his side and stealthily readied his hand for the perfect moment. In Legolas' distraction and Rovnkik's final moments of life, the Urak-Hai plunged the tainted dagger into Legolas' side.

The Wood-elf cursed in both aggravation and pain as he looked down at the weapon embedded in his torso. With a scowl, he muttered, "That's incredibly irritating."

Seeing that there was not much that could be done about it now, he sighed and turned his attention back to the Urak-Hai. Rovnik laid motionless on the ground, with blood still dripping from his torn throat and staining the corner of his mouth. His eyes were still open, but they were lifeless and devoid of the anger that was there before.

Legolas surveyed his work, trying not to feel proud at the face of all the destruction, then tore the brooch off of Rovnik's cloak and standing up. He solemnly pinned it onto his own cloak, not even bothering to clean the crimson splashed on it.

A quick turn to his left revealed an equally bloody scene, featuring a dead animal and a victor. Legolas had been so focused on his combat with Rovnik that he hadn't given a single thought on his horse or the warg that the Urak-Hai attempted to escape on.

"Nim Maethor!" {White warrior!} Legolas called out, immediately capturing the attention of his ivory horse who stood over the trampled and marred body of the deceased warg. The Wood-elf noticed, almost in amusement, how the horse had bloodstains on his hooves just as Legolas did with his hands.

As the horse obediently abandoned the frame of the wolf and returned to Legolas' side, the Wood-elf realized something. Perhaps the horse had just responded to the sound of his voice, but it almost seemed as though him calling out the elvish word appeared to his horse as though it was his name.

"Nimaethor," Legolas echoed, gently running his hand across the horse's neck. He was somewhat delirious because of his exhaustion from the fight, but he genuinely did believe that the horse was responding to the name."It is indeed a name worthy of a noble steed such as you."

The blond then chuckled at the state they were both in. Blood and gashes littered their skin, turning them into a sore sight. The Wood-elf quickly checked over his steed, and upon assessing that he wasn't wounded any more than a few skin-deep scratches, Legolas stiffly swung up into the saddle.

"Let us be on our way, mellon nín," {my friend} Legolas said, guiding Nimaethor back in the direction of Imladris as he began to experience the effects of the poisoned blade. "We shall see how I can withstand the test of this tainted dagger."

This chapter was a bit longer than I had originally wanted it to be, but I think that it ended up working out pretty well.

Also, what are y'all's thoughts on the name Nimaethor? I was thinking of a couple other ones, like Sadron (faithful one) or Nimgruith/Sílagruith (white fury), so let me know what y'all prefer the best.

The picture I put at the top is supposed to be Nimaethor. Don't come at me, because I know the horse I put is technically a gray, but we're going to ignore that minor detail and consider Nimaethor a white stallion.