Legolas ran behind his friend, Gimli, for once not able to keep up with the dwarf. The cries of pain echoed through the mines. Gimli swore he could smell goblins. The dwarf cursed his decision to visit the Mines of Moria. The elf found Gimli crying at the feet of another Dwarf, pierced with black- shafted arrows. He was pinned to the rocky wall, his feet some way from the ground. Legolas was the first to realise, yelling a warning to his dwarf companion. With his keen elven eyesight he spotted the yellow, unblinking eyes glowing in the darkness. "It's a trap!" The dwarf didn't flinch. Legolas saw their arrows glinting, even in this dim light. They let fly. A volley of arrows shot towards the kneeling dwarf. By instinct, Legolas fired randomly at the darkness...

With astounding speed Gimli turned, facing the imminent death like a barrow- wight, leaping, unholy, from its grave. "Braaaaaarghh!" The battle cry fresh in his mouth, he knocked the arrows out of the air, as though they were mere flies. Several shots missed, one bounced off his heavy armour. He turned, to see the intricately decorated, almost beautiful arrow flying in his direction.