Chaos Begins

[Gurherdir]

Gurherdir stuck out his tongue and panted. The blow had been a heavy one, but he hardly noticed. Once more he leaped forward, clawing at the hands that held the sword. Then, he clamped the blade in his mighty jaws and pulled it away from its keeper, keeping the blade tightly in his mouth. Gurherdir wondered just how good the King was without his magical blade.

[vanya]

Arwens next arrow hit the beast and burned a hole in his skin.

((Aaron, e-mail me please.))

[Gurherdir]

Gurherdir thought fast. Things were getting dangerous. Even in his frenzied state, he could not ignore his wounds. He took off into the city, still carrying the sword of the King.

[vanya]

"Hold him back! He has the sword of the King!" Arwen shouted and fired again after the wolf.

[Gurherdir]

Gurhirdir leaped onto one of the guards and buried the king's sword deep into him, laughing at the irony. Then he jumped to a nearby rooftop. "Remember the name, Gurhirdir, he said, for it will be your downfall," he said and disapeared into the crowded streets and out of the city.

[Envin]

{Steal my sword, will you? This should be OK, I asked Jo.}

Aragorn set off a'running at top speed, but such was the swiftness of the foul thing's four legs than slowly he began to outpace the king. Citizens throughout the City threw pots and shards of glass at the wolf, battering and angering him, but to naught did this influence his pace. At the last, as Gurherdir neared the gates, a large, hefty mass of men awaited him. But it was not their lot to save the great sword. On the third level high above, Lord Legolas stood, for he was in this city to visit his friend Aragorn, and hearing the commotion he had come from his abode. Fitting an arrow to the string with the speed of a hawk, his keen eyes found their mark, and his bow sang. Straight and sure sped the shaft, and even as Gurherdir prepared to force passage through the closing gate, the point of Legolas' missile struck the grip of Anduril, and, startled, the wolf dropped the blade just ere the second arrow struck his ankle where it bent to run. He howled, and looked back to espy his attacker, just in time to be met with a fist clean in his teeth. Aragorn had not slowed, and now Gurherdir saw how well he dealt blows without his sword. The wolf stumbled, and in that moment Aragorn caught up his blade, and now without reserve he attacked. Five quick trios of rapid blows he dealt to the wolf, and bloodied him full sore.

[Gurherdir]

Gurhirdir caught one of the blows in his mouth, and bit down upon it. Hard. As blood began to run down the King's fist, Gurhirdir found his chance to escape. Leaving the sword behind, he ran up the stairs to the lowest wall of the city, leaped over it, and landed on the other side. He ran away from the city to lick his wounds (quite literaly) and plot where he should deal out chaos next.

[Envin]

Aragorn shook his fist at the departing form of the wolf, and then turned to retire to the Houses of Healing for to tend his wounds. Legolas let fly a parting shot, but Gurherdir had already cleared the wall and was gone. For a time now Minas Tirith would enjoy peace.

[Legolas]

(Guess I'll just pick up with a post, though it looks like the business is concluded.)

Legolas watched the form of the thief take off across the plains, its thick coat rustled and the hairs on its back, standing high and aloft, showing the creature's agitation and anxiety at its bold errand.

Legolas shook his head, watching Aragorn walk away from the place of his attack, "Perhaps even here in the White City we are once again seeing but a passing shadow of the great menace that lies yonger."

Legolas' gaze went north, towards Rohan, where perhaps even now a battle raged on. It was a time of peace, now shattered in the chaos that would follow. Surely war would come once more to Gondor, if indeed Megloren showed her evil intent, and ad designs to bring war upon them.