Rienna caught it and shouted, "They're going to reach the Hall! We need more men!"

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Miriel urged Felarah to gallop. She had to be quick,, her brother needed help.
That night footsteps were heard in her village, soon after the Orcs had attacked. Miriel had fought them off but Heorot, her brother, had insisted her on getting help. First she didn't want to abandon her brother, but he persuaded her to go.
Now the walls of Edoras were visible, smook could be seen from the burning houses. My God Miriel thought Another attack
She entered the city, she heard the screaming and crying of women and childeren. Orcs swirmed around freely.
Miriel drew her sword and killed nearby Orcs. Slowly she made her way to Meduseld. She had to warn King Eomer.. Her brother and the villlage were in danger But how? In Which way could they help? They couldn't send men.. She drove away these thoughts, now concentrated on the people who had to be saved here.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

"Leodthain, stay with them...I need to help the others at the Hall.." she said, and she took off, before her brother could protest.

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Saedd crushed another one with his spear. He found his captain later on. Getting closer to her as she killed another one. "We can not hold on long enough, captain. There are still civilians and unarmed people out there." He left her for a while to help another villager. Turned her back "if we could be on the horseback, we can win the fight captain. He meant for the all armed and unarmed people who fight on foot. He raised the banner up so everyone could see he came.

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Nenya nodded. "Order all men onto horse back. Lets go!" she cried, sprinting away towards the stables. Soldiers were desperately defending it. Nenya shouted for them. "On your horses!" she yelled. "To the Golden Hall!"

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Miriel was relieved when she saw the Rohirrim arrive on horseback. They were barely visible for the smook of the burning houses prevented her to see clearly.
Felarah shook her mane: she felt uneasy by all the screaming, yelling and crying. Miriel whispered some soft words in her ear and rode towards a group of burning houses, where other soldiers already were, killing Orcs on her way.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Theodwyn heard the orders, and she immedately whistled. Her young mare galloped down the streets, and got to her master in a matter of minutes, and Theodwyn quickly mounted, going to the Golden Hall, killing a few Orcs on the way.

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"Get on the horses people of Rohan and come after me and the banner of Rohan" he yelled to the all riders in the battlefield fighting on foot. "To the golden hall, riders of rohan. Move quickly. Crash the orcs on your way". He turned his around to gather all of the riders nearby. He replied get on the horses sentence again to make sure all heard

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Miriel looked around while all soldiers left the field of battle. They retreated to the Golden Hall, following the man who carried the banner of Rohan. Leaving the fleeing people to their fate. Miriel dismounted and whispered a few words in Felarah's ears: the horse trotted towards the gates of Edoras. Miriel thought it was more efficient to fight on foot.
She ran towards a burning house, slaying Orcs, telling the people to make way to the gate.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

Nenya watched her men move towards the Golden Hall, cutting down orcs. Once they were out of sight, Nenya turned and charged towards the orcs, they needed to save as many civilians as possible.

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Nenya whipped round, raisng her sword, prepraing to dodge an attack.
But it was'nt an orc. "Oh.." she whispered, staring at the man before her. "Um, very nice."

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Saedd came closer to the captain who was talking to a man. He interrupted their conversation. "We have cleared the way that goes through the Golden Hall, captain. Any orders, captain??" he saluted the captain and the man nearby

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Rienna followed Saedd. She was cut in several spots but nothing serious, and she likewise wanted to know what their next course of action needed to be.

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"Good to see you, Elegost. Would you give us a hand clearing the orcs away from Edoras??" he said to him. Later turning on his back, Rienna." I see you are injured. Are you sure you can go on like this??"

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Rienna looked at herself, a little surprised. "Oh..." she said. "I hadn't even noticed. No, I'm sure I'll be fine." She smiled and politely turned to stab an orc. "I actually think I'm getting the hang of this."

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Deawen Crashed from the Royal stables fully clad in armor Her horse Bredol stamped and snorted. Deawen now with sword and an advantage she swooped down on the orcs slashing and hacking her way through shouting Bredol reared and bucked at the orcs keeping a ring free . Deawen spotted a captain as she hacked down at an orc. the ring contracted Bredol Squealed and buckled alittle Deawen turned to see a deep gash in her horse's leg but Bredol fought on. she spurred him forward he lunged crushing orcs as he went. Deawen slashed and hacked her way through towards the captain and the others. Bredol was tiring and so was she dangerously fast. she need backup there was too many..

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home