Fighting by a Feminizing Lake

The arrows strung on his bow lashed out like bolts of lightning reigning down from the sky, striking down Orcs with killing blows, and when they failed to take a life they struck with such **** that the Dark Lord's minions were **** to stumble and stagger and recover from the sudden shock that took them in the chest or the leg or shoulder. They would be moving again swiftly, but it helped to thin the herd and sputter their approach, so that when they reached the twin warrior women fighting naked with their elven blades, they fell upon them not as a unstoppable wave, but like individual drops of rain.

And if there were any who could dance through the rain without getting wet, it would be Noldorin Elves. Elladan and Elrohir, which he would continue to think of them as, even though such names would certainly be changed along with their transformations, were of the Noldor, and ever since the battle of the Lammmoth in the First Age, it was known that Orcs were no match for Noldorin Elves. They fought with the skill of their centuries restored, and every Orcish swing was parried or easily stepped away from, and their blades struck true with every swing, each one ending an Orcish life, even as their lustrous black hair swirled with their motion, following along behind them like a black wave that swung and swirled and twirled like a whirlpool's maelstrom. All the while their nakedness remained, but they paid it no heed. Their breasts were bared and lightly swaying with their motions, and their hairless mons still dripped with the water of the lake. He saw everything from the edges of his vision as he launched arrow after arrow.

And then he caught sight of the Warg once again. It had almost completed its mission, and now crouched low in the shadow of one tree right behind where the twins fought, having looped all of the way behind them. And he could see it's hackles raised to leap and tear and devour in a single blur of savage motion. His bow raised immediately, but the Warg leapt with speed matching an arrow's flight, and as his shot out to meet it, he watched with baited breath to see if the two flights would collide, for there was nought else he could do to contribute in this long and dreadful moment.

The Warg's leap took it right towards Elrohir, claws out but fanged maw open even wider, and its arch was fit to sent it crashing bodily into her. They would tumble and she would be lucky not to be crushed beneath its bulk, and even then would need to leverage all of her centuries of skill at warfare to survive being trapped beneath such a ferocious beast.

His arrow struck it in the foreleg, right in the joint, and a growl of pain ripped its way out of the creature. The arrow buried deep and passed on much ****, just enough that the it's flight was pushed to one side sufficiently for the Elven maiden to quickly tumble to one side and dodge entirely what may have well been a fatal strike. The Warg sailed on, legs crashing down onto the lake shore and with the injury sustained from his arrow, it could not stop itself, and so the Warg tumbled forwards into the lake and beneath the water.

With their apparent leader slain, the remaining living orcs finally found their morale breaking, and so with cries and grunts and shrieks of alarm, the few survivors turned and fled the way they came, some not even caring to run around the lake this time, instead charging through the waters, and as they did a change came across them much as it had the elven twins. Their disgusting visages melted away, their asymmetries and monstrosity diminishing and smoothing over and becoming far more fair. Their hair of black and white became less ratty and torn and uncared for, and looked more like the flaxen hair of the Rohirrim or the common folk of Bree, bound in basic stylings of braid and tail. Their arm muscles reshaped to suit their new feminine shapes, and their armour sloughed off of them in places as they became less bulky and more slight. One Orc was even **** to stop and savagely tear at her own armour and to rip it from her body, as her breasts ballooned beneath it and were crushed within their armoured holding, and they shred their way free to relief.

He leapt down from the tree, his last arrow strung upon his bow, as the twins took up their own from the ground and loosed swift volleys after the fleeing orcs, felling half a dozen more before they finally disappeared into the trees and foliage. If not for their nakedness the twins might even have pursued them further, for Aragost could see the anger and desire to hunt them down clear on their faces, as readily bared as their bosoms.

He came upon them in a few moments, book hanging from his waist by its silver chain, and weapons still held ready. "Hail." He called to them as he came to a stop. "Is all well now?"

"Thanks to your assistance Ranger." The one who was Elladan returned to him as she sheathed her blade and nodded to him in thanks while her sister had already turned to begin to redress, bending at the waist and revealing her pert posterior in the best way it could be shown. "Your arrows struck true enough to see our burden greatly lightened. Thought it is a shame we could not finish the whole lot. These were almost certainly a vanguard of the greater host we have come to hunt, and while we have hurt them greatly here, they will return to their allies and be more ready for us now. Our task has now become more difficult for this failure."

"I take the blame on my own head." He offered, with a repentant tone, trying desperately to keep his eyes fixed to her face and not to drift towards the body of her twin. "If my arrows had flown truer, then you might not have needed waste your time on so many."

"Nay. Your arrows were true enough to save my sister's life, and it is to your credit that Elheryn is still by my side. I will not see you discredit yourself after such a deed." She now also stooped to also begin dressing herself as her sister had finished and now stood up herself, with blade now sheathed at her side. Elrohir, now re-termed as Elheryn, did not at all seem shaken by her near **** experience, but with five centuries of life behind her, much of it spent in battle, this was unlikely to be her first such experience. She did lay a hand upon his shoulder, and give a courteous nod and smile at him, but did not speak to him, instead turning back towards her sister. "Elladisse. We now have a bearing. We should-"

And that was the moment that the water bulged and then out burst once again the Warg, but not as she had been. She had abandoned her quadrupedal form and now adopted a bipedal stance. Her fur was trimmed and brushed and smoothed to her feminine form, with six teats that shrank in size as they descended down her chest, and hints of hair to add definition to her form. She also still had her sharpened natural claws, and though one arm hung limp at her side, the other searched for his face.

He felt a push as Elheryn desperately tried to shove him out of the way, her other hand reaching for her blade at her waist and bringing it up in a swift singular slice, and yet that did nothing to stop the Warg's motion like he had for her, and so those claws reached him still, lashing across his face and forehead. He felt fire rip across his face, and in an instant he could feel blood streaming across his face and into his eyes, leaving him only able to see red as he fell over backwards. He heard the sound of battle cries and a feminine whine.

"Ranger! Do you live?" He heard and felt hands reach for his face. "He still breathes sister, but the Warg's claws were tipped with their natural ablutions. We do not have the proper herbs here to treat him, but without them he has perhaps three days." He tried to move his mouth to speak and assure them of his health, but he found his mouth numb and his jaw like cotton that could not hold any shape or tension and at all, and so instead hung loose and useless. His hands clawed for his book, and found it still there, and desperately scrabbled at it but could not at all undo the silver chain that held it closed, and so he was **** to settle for holding it to his chest as the throbbing burning flame spread through his body and set his blood alight with that terrible burning sensation. Swiftly did it spread through his veins, and yet from there he could still feel it spreading through to the rest of his body, now like an oozing flame, as the flames of molten metal into a mould.

"Ranger? Ranger! Stay awake." He heard but the words sounded like they were from so far away, and heard through many impediments. It was like he was in the halls of the House of Kings in Annuminas, hearing a voice echo from the westward wing while he stood within the east. The red that swallowed his vision was slowly turning to black, and as that echoing distant voice continued to ring out, his tired mind gradually began to tune it out, and embrace the welcoming silence of the dark.