The air was thick with presence of the oncoming battle- Legolas stood above the sea of men who were also waiting for the fight to commence. Aragorn stood beside him, dressed in armour of a king; Legolas smirked at his friend, who noticed.
"What is it Legolas? Do you find something amusing?" The ranger asked, keeping his eyes on the horizon
"It is nothing, you are just wearing armour my friend…" Legolas spoke bluntly "I have not seen you wear such armour…in all my days of knowing you"
"There have been times..." Aragorn began before Legolas cut in
"Yes, but not armour made of silver and gold…"
The two friends laughed between themselves before a horn echoed across the battlefield- the troops bellow began to feel restless, it was apparent due to their lack of ability to keep still. The hushed murmurs of they're coming, reached Legolas's ears before it had even reached the 5th row of men. The two friends ceased their gleeful mood and glanced at each other with nerves apparent in their eyes; it was rare to see Legolas fearful, but now was a moment where Legolas was afraid of losing his own life. Aragorn sensed this as he tightened the grip on his sword as the horizon soon became a thick line of grey- their barbaric battle cries could be heard from miles away; Legolas grabbed his bow.
"Are you ready my friend?" Aragorn asked
Legolas nodded as he drew the bow string to the tip of his nose, letting out a slow and steady breath as the men beneath them took stance and drew their swords. There were a few moments of silence where the only sound was the song of a bird in a distant tree somewhere or perhaps in the sky above but alas, there was no hope for celebration at the moment for seconds later- the sky began to rain arrows. Aragorn shielded himself and Legolas from the arrows that fell from the heavens at great speed, killing one or two men who had been unprepared; arrows embedding deep into their skulls. Once the initial fire has finished, Legolas ran from the shelter of Aragorn's shield and jumped into the sea of men and Orcs as begun to fire arrows one after another; 1, 2 , 3, 4, 5….32….42…the elf was beginning to lose count. One after another, Orcs fell to ground with the elf's arrows protruding from their body- yet Legolas soon found himself without arrows, and so had to change his choice to his knives. Unsheathing both of them, he began to battle with the Orcs up-close and personal- the silver cut through them just as well as his arrows had done, leaving a trail of dead Orcs behind the young prince. The battle was almost won, many more dead Orcs lay on the ground than men, it looked hopeful to the elf; another battle won against the dark creatures of middle earth.
"Legolas!" shout Aragorn from afar, just catching Legolas's attention
As the elf turned, only to see one of the few remaining enemies heading in a beeline towards him, sword drawn; not an issue thought the elf, as he prepared his knives. He swung the knives at the Orc, and it countered it with a dodge and block before it sent one of the knives flying into the mud meters away. Knife down, Legolas continued to defend himself striking the Orcs sword once, twice, three times before it too had been disarmed; Legolas knew he had won, the Orc was defenceless against him now its sword was gone. Yet the Orc smiled, a pointed tooth malicious grin before it managed to snatch Legolas's knife out of his hand and drive it through the elf's stomach; this naturally took the elf totally by surprise. Before the Orc could withdraw the knife that was sticking from the elf's gut, Aragorn shot the beast down as he watched Legolas Greenleaf fall to his knees- blood beginning to seep into his cloak; the elf looked down and pulled the knife from his stomach. Two hands caught the elf as he began to fade into the darkness- Aragorn held him close, his metal armour stained by Orc's blood and now, Legolas's.
"Legolas, stay with me!" He ordered as the Elf began to slowly slip away- his eyes closing and sending his world into total darkness.