Elion pulled the branch down slightly to get a better look. He turned to the orc to his right, who was crouched as he was, to relay the orders.
"There are three dozen elves. They ride swiftly; I do not believe they have caught our scent as of yet. We will use the element of surprise to our advantage. I shall take the archers and secure the skies, while you and the others fight from the ground. Hopefully we will be able to take them down with few casualties from our side." Morlug grunted as he got up to spread the message.
Elion adjusted the bow on his back and released his hold on the branch, obscuring him in the shadows once again. He sank back, catching hold of a tree limb before swinging himself onto it. He climbed swiftly, settling himself where he could clearly see below him. The elves would travel the path, unknowingly stumbling into their trap. He sneered as he thought about those repulsive creatures. They were arrogant. Graced with the light of Valar, they believed themselves to be above all others. They constantly hunted down his people and slain them without mercy. Now the elves rode into their land without reason, unprovoked, and sought to slaughter them. Elion smiled as he imagined the look of surprise on their pale faces the moment they realized the orcs would not go down without a fight.
The sound of pounding hoofs grew nearer. Everything was going according to plan. The elves had turned along with the path, heading straight for the forest. He raised his arm, preparing the archers for the signal to let loose their arrows. Their prey were so close now, he could see their faces. They rode in the effortless way of the elves, moving in perfect sync with the steeds beneath them. The one in the front caught Elion's eyes.
He had beautiful blonde hair braided flawlessly. His porcelain skin glowed in the sunlight. Eyes like pale blue ice pierced through everything they looked at, missing nothing. He was absolutely radiant and breathtaking. Elion shook away the thoughts instantly. He could not be attracted to a mere elf. They were his enemy. They murdered his kind without motive. They were almost upon them now. Elion refused to look at the elf as he brought his hand down and notched his own bow.
The instant an arrow had been released, the elves scattered from their mounts. They drew their own bows and returned fire to the unseen enemy, taking cover behind the trees. Elion shot arrow after arrow, hitting his targets with deadly aim. It was not an unknown fact that he was the best archer of his people. He could hit the center of a target repeatedly until his quiver ran empty. His skill had brought him success many times. Another arrow and another elf fell dead before it hit the ground, the wood lodged between his eyes.
The snap of a twig warned Elion of a presence behind him. He turned, bringing up his hunter's knife, but now quick enough. It was knocked from his hand as the elf dove for him. He grabbed hold of his attacker, yanking at the long tresses in attempt to gain the upper hand. Slender hands grappled with his, dislodging them from the hair. A swift punch did not faze Elion as he fought back viciously. He kicked, flinging the elf from him and sending him into the tree trunk. He smiled, standing up to loom over his enemy.
Suddenly, his feet were knocked out from under him and sent him toppling from the limb. He spiraled in the air, hands flung out in a futile attempt to catch himself. He caught a glimpse of the ground before hitting it with a bone jagging halt.
Sounds of harsh orc screams penetrated the fog. Elion groaned, unable to open his eyes. The battle did not seem to be going in their favor. More sounds, of arrows striking bodies, and the clang of swords clashing together. Everything hurt. He could not move anything, only lay there as agony assaulted his senses. Another piercing scream wrenched through the air, then the victorious cries of elves could be heard. The orcs had lost and he was going to die along with his people. Elion managed to peel his eyes open to slits.
The beautiful face of the elf stood over him. His brows were drawn together in thought. He glanced up and spoke in Sindarin to someone, looking back down when he was finished. More elves faces appeared above him, staring at him in anger.
They're going to kill me, was Elion's last thought before he lost his fight with the pain and succumbed to the darkness.
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