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The escape



A scream.. that of an orc... I felt my head aching as I opened my eyes. I suddenly realised I still lay on my back in the fighting pit. I reached for my sword and slowly sat up. I saw a man and two Uruks in the pit before me. The man leaped forward and plunged his dagger in the neck of an Uruk. I stood up and felt my entire body ache. The man came running towards me chased by the second Uruk. We both dodged the sword attack of the Uruk, and the stranger plunged his dagger in the leg of the Uruk. I finished the job by cutting his throat. I turned to the man with my sword pointing at him. He had a dark skin and no hair, he looked like a Dunlending but looked different in appearrance compared to the men of the ox-clan. He looked at me and said hastily I should run for the hills, before he ran off himself. I stumbled towards the gate of the fighting pit, near the weapon rack I snatched a javelin. Looking around I saw most Uruks were either dead or chased out of the village.

I limped slightly as I made my way to the green hills that lay north of the village. Adrenaline pumping as I managed to stumble out the village without a fight. I tried to stay out of sight as I hurried through the lush and scattered vegetation. A little up north I heard the hooves of galloping horses. The sound was getting closer and held my snatched javelin ready to be thrown. There was a sound of a wounded horse, and a man cursing which voice sounded -very- familiar. A Dunland rider was attacking a hooded man, I jumped up out of cover and threw the javelin towards the Dunland rider and knocked him off the saddle. The hooded man pointed his sword at me and was quite suprised by the intervention. The hooded man shouted at me "Ha! I found you!". I smirked "Brother..". Without a hesitation I recovered the javelin, and we jumped on the horse of the Dunland rider and made our way north as fast as we could. 

The horse could bring us to the very edge of Dunland, but refused to enter the area of the barrow mounts. We set forth afoot from there, as famished as I was we continued till we found a safe place in a ruin to recover a little strength. It will take weeks before I am my old self again but at least I am a free man again.