It was a perfect day in the forests of Mirkwood. The skies were clear, the sun shone down brightly from the sky. It was the middle of winter, and snow glistened everywhere. To Legolas, it was a perfect day to for a hunting trip with his best friend, Aragorn.
Suddenly, Legolas stopped, looking around. Where was Aragorn? He knew that before his mind had wondered away from the road in front of him that Aragorn had been riding right beside him on one of the horses from the stables. But he just...disappeared.
It didn't take long to find Aragorn. Legolas didn't really find him, instead, he got hit in the back of the head with a large snowball. "Hey!" he shouted from the direction the snowball had come from. He decided to arm himself and quickly made a snowball. Right when he got done making it, Aragorn popped out from behind a tree, and pelted three snowballs at Legolas.
All three missed, and Legolas turned and said, "Ha, you missed me," but then another sailed right into his face, and Legolas blindly threw his snowball. It landed with a thud on the ground at Aragorn's feet.
"Wow, Legolas, well met. I didn't think you could throw THAT good." Legolas scowled at the sarcasm, but soon was smiling. "You have no room to talk about being able to throw. Last time we had a snowball fight, all of your snowballs hit a tree."
Aragorn grinned. "Only because YOU were in the tree, cheater!" Aragorn tackled an unsuspecting Legolas, and they both tumbled to the ground, laughing and throwing snow at each other.
Aragorn stopped when Legolas suddenly became serious, looking off into the woods as though he heard danger coming. "Aragorn, Orcs approach." A
"How many are there?"
"They're too close to outrun, but there's less than ten."
Aragorn nodded and unsheathed his sword while Legolas pulled his bow over his shoulder and skillfully pulled an arrow from his quiver. He notched it on the bow, Aragorn watching as he listened carefully. Everything was still, but Legolas shot somewhere in the distance at some unseen object. They heard a thunk as something heavy fell to the ground, and then, the Orcs swarmed out of the woods.
There were only nine, counting the one that Legolas must've killed in the forest, and soon, the last Orc standing Legolas decided he would take. They both fought viciously, but Legolas was tiring fast. This was a disadvantage that the Orc saw and decided to use against him, and before Legolas could see the Orc's next move, it plunged it's dirty, rusted sword into Legolas's side.
Legolas gasped as the tip made contact with his flesh, and struggled as the sword was plunged deeper. Aragorn reacted immediately at the site, having been in this situation too many times to count. He beheaded the Orc from behind, and caught Legolas as his legs buckled beneath him.
Legolas could hear Aragorn shouting for him to stay awake, but he just couldn't control the blackness that overtook his mind as he plunged into oblivion.