“Ambarussa! Draw back!”
Maedhros took another swing, hewing two of his foe at once, before leaping down to aid his youngest living sibling. “Did you hear me?” he shouted after he helped Ambarussa cut down the last of the orcs that had been surrounding him. “Fall back! There are too many!”
Ambarussa turned to his brother, his eyes as red as his hair. “I could have handled them.”
“These, yes, but not the others that are coming!” Maedhros shoved Ambarussa up the slope, climbing up behind him. “I have never seen you so careless,” he scolded once they were safe.
“What does it matter?”
“Because this is not us playing back home in Orome’s woods – these creatures want to kill us!”
“I am already dead.”
Author's Chapter Notes:
Ambarussa, Maedhros (after Ambarto's death)