It was a fight like no other Enwyn had seen. She had only been in fights when she was a young girl around 216 years old. The fight was bloody, but only for the orcs. There was an orc lord that had been killed by Merry and Enwyn together. The orc, Azklâsh had nearly gotten Enwyn but the brave Merry came and stabbed the lord orc in the back. Aragorn had seen Merry's bravery and reworded him with a glass of wine that the fellowship had taken with them. Finally the fight was over! Aragorn was astonished, he never thought Enwyn would be that good of a fighter. Miles ahead as they were traveling Aragorn started to talk to Enwyn, " How have you got to become such a good fighter?"
"Well I had an older brother that died 100 years ago, we were playing and he slit my leg, which of coarse is better now, anyway we heard someone calling I turned back and hit him, I really didn't mean to. I never found out who was calling my name." replied Enwyn.
Gimli was amazed by the story and he started saying, " My father died when I was young, it was a voice, my brother killed him, see my father was King of the minds of Moria." Enwyn was nervous and said, " Since my father died my brother was Ruler of Marnerny. The Royal council wanted so much to kill me for what I had done, so I ran away."
Gimli spoke up once again, " my brother is now dead, and you would be considered lucky missy."
After walking four more miles, Enwyn heard a mysterious whisper, " Enwyn, I have come to take you."
Enwyn looked at Aragorn, " Did you hear that?"