Solitary Mortal

The night was aging quickly as the son of Edain fought for dear life, he has been pushed away from the grounds of his choosing and it seemed like he was fighting a hopeless battle, a battle that would claim his life for sure. Losing strength and weariness taking over, his soul was tired and losing the will to fight. His sword sang as it hewed the monstrous beings making a wall of corpse that filled the air with a dreadful fume that made it difficult to breath. He was losing ground, he felt the air enclosed as the wall of corpse surrounded Beren yet he continued his desperate struggle for survival, a fight to the death. He felt a cold fear that took whatever courage was left in his heart as the enclosure darkened around him, this is what he feared...He was trapped, being buried alive inside the the pile of corpses that has formed a wall to block his steps. He felt weak in the knees as he faltered slightly..."Is this the end?" he said to himself as he kneeled and touched the ground the was damp with his own blood and the blood of the vile creatures he had slaughtered, he crumbled as he closed his eyes. He was accepting death as it is but a voice he heard in his head, a voice that rang as clear as sliver trumpets that echoed in eternity's embrace "fade you must not son of Barahir...". He woke from his dream like state as he stood with a resolve so true.

He looked at his surround as one thought came to his head, he was breaking through the wall of the poisoned flesh that held him captive in their midst. He stood in silence as he pondered on his plan, taking a deep breath and thrusting his body forward he used all his weight to break through the wall of corpse. Plunging through the now breaking lines of the enemy, he took each spider by surprise. He hewed and killed all he could as he climed with haste to higher ground, he felt his body frail and weak but his hope remained as the light from the horizon spread from the east greeting him with a slight flare, the fiery rays of Anor swept through the darkened skies of the gloom that Ered Gorgoroth had.

Hope was indeed rekindled as he reached for the final hedges to reach to highest peak he could find. His eyes swept through the hell he went through as his face enjoyed the warmth of the rising sun, his fear was extinguished as he stood his last stance, his sword shined like a spike of pearl as the rays of Anor hit the blade. He braced as the monstrous creatures reached Beren, His sword moved with the grace of the wind as he hewed all who wrought battle with him, his blade went smoothly through the vile flesh of the enemy. He prayed for he was losing strength as he bleed with wounds that seemed to weaken his frail body. As though a swift answer was given, the flame of Anor burned fervently as it rose in the sky, it's brightness illuminated all that stood. The rays of the sun proved terrible for those of vile ascent as it spread through the skies, the monstrous being seeing what was to come squirmed down as each fell down rushing back to the dark chasm from whence they came.

A great day for the sun did shine, as he stood planted to the ground watching his enemies retreating back into the darkness that the flame of Anor did not touch. He then dropped his sword to the rocky path as he stumbled from hos once great stance, wound has marred his flesh upon the arm as the poison seemed to spread throuch his body... Taking a small knife from his side he quickly cut the wound as not to let poison spread through the whole arm, he then tore a part of his shirt and quickly bandaged the wound as a small sigh escaped his dry lips.

He lay there for time uncounted as he drifted into a deep sleep that renewed his strength, his body to fight the poison of the vile offspring of ungoliant. He woke well past midday as he struggled to get up, carrying his weight as he stood.Picking up his sword he then looked to the path that he must take as his eyes played on the darkened road, It would be a very long journey by foot and the peril seems to grow with each step.
He slowly breathed one more time enjoying the sunlight in his face before making haste down the rocky slope of Ered Gorgoroth taking a plunge once more a darkness unfortold.

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Night and day he traveled through the step paths, Beren seemed to pass easier through the darknening path as the sun which illuminated the peak of the terrible ranges seemed to lose it's fervor as he went deeper through the steep path of the mountain, the shadow of Ered Gorgoroth once agin looming over the lone traveller as he made his descent. He relied now on stealth rather than strength of arms for he knows that he cannot repel the enemy anymore for he was weak, his frail body almost giving in to the shadow that dampend his spirit. Slowly now did he descend as darkness grew and his surrounds a place of uncertainty, the lone mortal moved stealthily than before for he did not want to awaken anymore surprises nor did he want to face any.

He moved from one rock to the next as he allowed himself to be shielded from view by the sharp rocks that embedded the the ground, he observed his surrounding with a sense of unrest as he moved. He warily took each step as though ready to lay still on the ground for he would not suffer another encounter, atleast not until he has recovered from his injury that has weakened him thoroughly.

A sight astounded the eyes of Beren as he slowly passed what seemed as though the border for the darkness seemed to shroud the land he was nearing, The dark essence seemed to creep back to the house of his very soul. Darkness met more darkness as the light seem to wane, he took a deep breath before plunging through the midst of the darkened path his eye beheld.

A gloom had now spread into his soul as lies he heard in whispers in the harshness of the passing wind, spectres he seemed to see as the deciet of the land flowed forth. The horror of the battle he had with the offspring of ungoliant was nothing to the coldness he felt here as though his very soul wanted to flee from a nightmare in his wake, the blood in his veins seem stolen away as uncertainty filled his resolve in such a dark hour.
The air seemed old, filled with a memory dark and treacherous. The land was dark, it's soil desecrated and filled with death for no living thing would prosper nor would it live in such a harsh environment. Only some unknown fire kept him standing from losing all hope and giving in to despair, the slope seemed to end but it's surround was a darkened valley long bereft of light. He no longer cared to what fate instored for him for he was one who seemed now to wander aimlessly as one without soul, "I march to my end" he said to himself as he went through the mist the covered whatever shadow the land seemed to possess. Keeping his hand near the hilt of his sword he kept on, he felt watched but his senses did not percieve anything of his surround. He kept on pressing through this valley that he found the entrance to the twisted darkness of Nan Dungortheb, where the power of Sauron and Melian the Maia clashed.