Lathranien yelped as she was scooped from the ground. Squirming about in the hold of the much taller being she voice another cry of protest. Raising her fists to strike the offender who dared to snatch her, only to freeze as she saw the all too familiar armor of the last person she expected. Shaking from the cold and her own personal terror, she clung to her best hope for safety. Till the fighting was done and his wrath turned to the younger elf. Behind them she could hear the howls of the orc, but they were filled with pain. Before them was the camp. The song of screeching metal and frightened folk. Speaking only loud enough for the elf to hear, Lathranien pleaded to be let down. Careful to use common. There was no need to advertise her heritage of he did not know of it already. "I need my bow! My pack!" And indeed she did. The bow at least was her lifeline and had been for several years. "Put me down!" Orcs ran for them, loot dropping from their hands aa they saw the eaay targets. There were no more than three, still Lathranien gave a desperate thrash to free herself and bolt from all fighting. 

Elsewhere the dwarves fought beside the Haradim, holding a line of defense against the attackers. The orcs grabbed handfuls of goods and loot streaming back into the forest as more still descended upon the caravan. A never ending cycle of bloody battle. Women and childern ran and either made it though to hide in the forest, or were snatched by the clawed hands of the orcs. Giles Wigby still rmained in his caravan shoving the door close from within. Successful thanks in a good deal to his fat bulk. Darcyn slashed at orcs rallying his more seasoned men and forcing them back, step by bloddy step. A orc spotting Ireth lunged for her snarling. Swiping for her with one unarmed hand the other holding back the Haradim women. Aided by a comrade of its own kin.