Bogair took his new elven companions to Aaricks' campsite, just beyond the borders of Lothlorien. Xash said, "Are you sure we can trust him Lyradil?"
But before Lyradil could respond, Bogair snapped, "Listen to me long ears, the day I go back on my word is the day my toungue gets cut out and fed to a troll!"
"That could be arranged." Xash snapped back, unsheathing his dagger.
Flail to the ready, Bogair yelled, "If you want to lose the opportunity to drive out the only thing that stands between your forest thriving and its destruction, come at me, if not; then put that little butter knife away and trust me!"
After a long stare down, Lyradil finally breaks the silence, "Well brother it seems to me, you only have one choice."Â Xash rolled his eyes and reluctantly put his dagger back into its hidden sheath and said, "For now Ogre, I'll trust you, but the moment you give me a reason to, I'll run you through."Â At nightfall, Aarick finally made it back to camp, along (to Bogair's surprise) with twice the number of forces he had before.
"darn" Bogair cursed, "he told me all the other units were scouting through Fangorn to get ready for our invasion of Isengard!"
Lyradil laughed, Bogair turned around and asked, "What the hell are you laughing at? Aarick has us outnumbered 6 to 1. What on earth can be funny about that?!"
All Lyradil did was look at Xash and smiled, "No, Lyradil, don't even think about it, you know we can handle this, why bring them into it? That would be plain unfair to the squadron."
All Lyradil said was, "Why? Because they live for these moments, to get a chance to hone their skills against the worst possible odds, plus the eldest boy just got a new flail and tower shield, he needs some practice with it." As soon as he said that, he was off, to the deepest parts of Lothlorien.
A few minutes pass and Bogair hears a distant howl, "Must be Lyradil." he thought. "But why the wolf howl, there aren't any wargs near here?" A few more minutes pass and another howl is heard, "Wait that wasn't Lyradil." Then another, another, and 3 more within moments of each other.
Lyradil returned and said, "I've told them of our large friend here and about the 'obstacle in our way' they seemed very excited to be called."
"Who?" said Bogair, with a confused look on his face.
Lyradil smiled and simply said, "The MacGregors."
"Did someone say, 'MacGregor'?"
A soft female voice called from directly above the Ogre and Elf. Bogair scrambled from beneath the branch only to see a pretty elven woman sitting in the tree. She had a bow in her hand and a quiver full of arrows on her back. She grinned and let a soft giggle escape as she dropped to the ground next to her King.
"Ah, Aisling! Glad you could make it." Lyradil patted her on the back, avoiding the purple fletchings of her weapons. "Is everyone positioned?"
Aisling MacGregor nodded and pointed quickly to positions in the trees surrounding the Ogre scouts. Lyradil scanned the hiding spots and turned with a smile to his brother.
"This should be fun, Xash."
The two brothers slipped into the trees and Aisling turned back to the Ogre.
"Just wait for the signal. Then feel free to join in", she said to him.
"Wait, what's the signal?"
Aisling just grinned at him and jumped back up into the trees.
Bogar stood for a minute waiting for his cue to rush in. He checked his large flail and readied his shield. A moment passed... Another...
"LOTHLORIEN!!!"
The yell was so sudden and loud that Bogair was stunned by the shattered silence. He watched in disbelief as shafts sprouted out of the Ogre Scouts gathered in the clearing. Arrows seemed to have been shot from every possible direction.
The Ogres were not dead however... as Bogair well knew, arrows tend to just make Ogres angry. The roar in the glade shook leaves from the nearby trees. Shields and clubs were brought up, and it was amazing how quickly the hulking warriors were gathered into a circle. But apparently the elves were not ready to give up either.
From across the clearing, the tree line erupted. Two young humans came running from the bushes. No... not human, the Ogre corrected himself. The boys had pointed ears like an elf, but were certainly not completely elven either. In fact.. did that one with the shield have a tail..?
Bogair had no time to consider it further as fighting had erupted on all sides now. With a roar of his own, Bogair Hatefang burst from his cover and charged at his former comrades, making a beeline for that son of a Nasgal, Aarick. The leader of the Ogre warriors heard the roar and turned with blood red eyes upon his former scout.
"Traitorous Vermin!!" The ogre leader broke rank from his comrades and charged straight at Bogair. The other Ogres became confused, not sure what to do now that their commander had just run off.
The elves of Lothlorien took full advantage of the confusion. Lyradil, Xash, and the two MacGregor boys had formed a shield wall of their own. Seeing them as the biggest threat, the Ogres turned and faced the four smaller adversaries.
"WARGAR!!!"
Xash had yelled out this one single word, and it was picked up by the other three in the shield line. As one unit, the four pressed the attack on the quickly crumbling defenses of the Ogres.
"MACGREGOR!!!"
From behind the Ogres, the new yell was heard. An older human (Which Bogair placed to be somewhere in his 50's), charged from the brush with another elven male alongside him. Since most of the Ogres had been watching the ones yelling 'Wargar', they were not prepared to be cut down from behind.
The four Wargar Warriors were the anvil and the MacGregors acted as the hammer. The Ogres were no match for the combined efforts of the Lothlorien fighters. It didn't help that purple fletched arrows kept prickling the Giant warriors every now and then.
The hammer and anvil soon crushed the invaders in the middle. The six warriors were joined by the female elf who swooped into the older man's arms with a kiss. All eyes quickly turned to the edge of the clearing where Bogair Hatefang was squaring off with Aarick. The battle was about to begin, when the younger of the boys started to run towards the two, his eyes glowing an eerie red. A hand on his shoulder pulled him back and he turned to face the King.
"No, Layak", Lyradil said. "Let Bogair do this. He needs to get this fight out of his body. It would fester and turn his heart to anger if he was robbed of this vengeance."
The warriors of Lothlorien moved closer to the battle, but stayed at a respectful distance. The battle of the Ogres was about to begin.
Bogair and Arrick begin to move in a circle, each planning their strikes and preparing for the initial strike of their opponent. Aarick was armed with his club, tower shield and his trusty spear. Bogair, with his flail and tower shield. Aarick made the first move, thrusting his spear at Bogairâs head, raising this shield, Bogair blocked the stab, sending the spear straight through his shield. Aarick smiled, âBravo Hatefang, but I bet you werenât expecting this.â When he said that, he pushed a little lever on the hilt of his spear, it caused a grappling device to come out! Aarick began to pull, being the larger ogre, it wasnât hard for him to pull Bogair toward him, but Bogair had a little surprise of his own, He angled his shield down, causing a sudden downward motion of the spear, causing it to fall straight out of Arrickâs hand.
Bogair flung his shield back, causing the spear to go through the hole it made, sticking it in the ground, âBOGAIR!â shouted the human man. With a smile on his face, Bogair shouted to Arrick, âNice move Deathblow, I guess your age hasnât caught up with your fighting style yet.â Aarick gave a frightening roar, and charged in at Bogair, swinging his club so fast the only thing Bogair could do was duck and jump back, causing him to trip. Seeing this, one of Aarickâs Ogreâs pounced at Bogair, screaming wildly, mouth widely agape. Xash hollered, âBogair down.â Xash fired an arrow straight for the screaming ogreâs head, Bogair laid back at the last moment, the arrow missing him and hitting the attacking ogre straight in roof of the mouth, he falls dead.
Seeing his life pass before his eyes, Bogair gets up and says, âThanks Xash.â He turns to Arrick, âYouâre still the biggest coward I know Deathblow, no wonder you needed so many troops, that way you can sacrifice their lives to save your own.â âYouâre right Hatefang, why waste the life of a Mordor hero, when I have so many underlings at my command?â He charged again at Bogair, hitting his shield with so much force, it shattered Bogairâs arm. Bogair screamed in pain, he brought his foot straight up and kicked Arrick in the face, causing him to soar back. Layak and the blonde haired boy beside him decided to charge in, âBOYS!â shouted the elder human, âyou heard what Lyradil said, itâs Bogairâs fight and his alone, go kill off the other ogres.â Like a flash they were off, âTheyâll have fun.â thought Bogair.
Bogair ripped his shield from his arm, causing him to scream again. Arrick got to his feet and laughed, âIs that the best you have Hatefang? I thought a General of Mordor had better fighting ability then that.â He charged in again, going in for the kill, Bogair knew he had to make a move that would open up Arrickâs defense to a kill shot. When Arrick made his strike Bogair shouted, âTHERE!â he gave a great lunge, and caught Arrick straight on the thigh with his flail head, the bone in his leg broke, itâs shattering sound echoing through all Lothlorien, causing the birds to flee from their nests. Aarick gave a relieving scream of pain as Bogair stood straight up, then with one more massive swing of his flail, caught Arrick right on the side of the head.
Knowing Deathblow was defeated, Bogair started walking toward Xash, when he finally made it to him Bogair said, âSee Xash told you I wouldnât betray you.â And passed out. When Bogair finally woke up...
Layak Macgregor and Loki MacGregor turned and saw four more Ogres charging in on them. Layak ripped his glittering sword from the belly of a dead ogre and nudged Loki "Here comes more fun Brother" Layak Grinned and held up his shield getting into a good stance to embrace a shield charge. Loki repeated the gesture connecting his shield and Layaks together.
In came the ogres roaring a bloodthirsty roar that Layak knew too well himself. Layak Hissed baring his fangs before with his foot nudged Loki's, he nodded in agreement. The Ogres bent behind their shields to ram into the brothers, instead gettings a face full of shield and dirt.
Layak and Loki at the last moment stepped out of the way shoving their feet underneath the last two causing them to trip and land on the other ones, they fell as well.
Three of the ogres recovered quickly, but Layak shoved his sword into the back of one ogre, and Loki slammed his flail head into the ogres head killing it.
The brothers took a step back from the dead ogre reforming their miniature shield wall. This time the ogres were more carefull and tried not to underestimate the young half elves in front of them. The ogres decided to triangle around the brothers.
Loki and Layak pressed their backs together and made sure every test strike the ogres threw were blocked carefully and without giving off any valuable information about their fighting styles. The ogre in front of Layak wielded a club and medium shield, the other two flails and medium shields, Layak noted.
Layak leaned back and whispered to Loki "What next brother?"
"They wont expect a charge, what do yah got as weapons?"
"I've got a rock, javie, and sword."
"Throw the rock, at the one in front of you, hit the belly, charge and stab him in the chest, go"
Layak grinned and secretly pulled out his rock, and in a flash the rock struck the ogre in the chest causing his gaurd off in surprise. Layak was there in another flash javie shoving threw into the ogres chest. He romoved his javie and went back to his brother who was now under attack.
Loki was blocking two constant flail attacks. He went to block one flail leaving his side open to the other ogre who went for the hit. Loki's eyes went wide, for a split second before he saw Layak.
Layak dropped his weapons and shield and was now entangled with the ogre grappling with the flail. He dropped to his knee's the flail still being grappled wraped his folded legs around the ogres and tripped him onto his butt. The Flail was in Layaks hand now and was swung with full, undead strength into the top of the ogres head.
Loki Advanced on the remaining ogre blocking the flail and attacking with his own. The ogre easily blocked his attacks as easily as Loki did the ogres. Loki suddenly faked his swing over his shield and instead went under his shield crushing the ogres left leg in a deathening crunch. The ogre went down without a scream and instead raised his shield, and swung his flail.
Loki blocked and twisted his shield in just the right way to slide the shield through the ogre's arm cutting it off, dropped his flail, grabbed his javie and ran up the ogre's shield. At the end of the shield, Loki flipped shoving his javie through the ogres back and landed on his feet, grinning at his brother.
Layak shook his head and walked back to the fight with Bogair and Arrick.
a couple hours later
Layak sat on a branch staring off into space, his crimson eyes, occasionally drifted to the ogre laying on the ground. Then he heard Lyradil speak, "Ah, greetings Bogair, quite a show you put on. I took the pleasure of healing you..again." He smirked.
Bogair stood up and looked around. "Who are these people?"
"The MacGregors, a loyal family to lothlorien and Aristata. Good friends of ours, care to meet them?"
Bogair nodded once "They helped, I would certainly like to know their names and thank them."
Layaks mother and father stood and moved to Lyradil's side, Lykos spoke first, "My names Lykos MacGregor, This here, I believe you've already met, Aisling MacGregor.--"
"You're human?" Bogair interrupted
"Yes, Aisling is a fae trapped in an elven body, interesting isnt it. Anyway, This boy here is Loki Loki MacGregor. And that up--"
"HE HAS A TAIL!!!" yelped Bogair
Loki, Aisling, and Lykos laughed, and Layak chuckled softly up in his tree.
"Yes, Yes he does, he is a fox demon, a kitsune. Now, please let me continue," he chuckled, "That up there in the tree, pretending he isnt paying attention is Layak MacGregor"
"At least he isnt as odd as the rest of you, he's merely half-elven." Bogair remarked teasingly.
"Actually he's Vampiric."
Bogair's eyes widened alittle and went to look up at Layak in the tree, but he was already standing in front of him. "Where in the--"
Layak Grinned.
Bogair shook his head and looked at the MacGregors, "Thank you all for your help."
The MacGregors nodded and Lykos smiled warmly, "We were glad to help, Bogair Hatefang, welcome to Lothlorien."
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