The Courage of an Elf
Disclaimer: Most of the characters are Tolkien's so if you don't recognize
someone then it's mine.
The thoughts for now are in (...).
(I wish I knew where I was going!)
"What was that?" a she-elf gasped as she heard a noise.
It was coming from up ahead. It sounded very much like a battle so she quickly but quietly urged her horse, Faiadin, forward saying, "Noro lim, Faiadin, noro lim.". She was just turning the corner when she saw a band of about twenty orcs attacking two elves that were only a little younger than herself in a small clearing. (noro lim- rid on)
(I should help them; they are tired and injured and definitely do not deserve to die from a bunch of stupid yrchs! I'll hide Faiadin in the taur and shoot them from the alda.) (A/n: yrchs= orcs, taur- wood, alda- tree.)
So she hid Faiadin and climbed a big oak tree and settled down on a branch overlooking the clearing. She then took out her bow and an arrow. The bow was silver and had dazzling designs on it. It was a wide, long, big arch with a fine string. The arrows were perfectly made and had beautiful light purple feathers. It was obvious that they were made by very skilled hands. She lined the arrow up with the bow and aimed for an ork's neck. She let go of the arrow and it hit it's mark with exact preciseness. The orks looked around startled, confusion and fear in their eyes as she continued to shoot the orcs. She didn't know who was more surprised, the orks or the two elves. As she reached for another arrow she found that her pouch was empty!
"By the Valar! Why didn't I get more arrows before I left home?!" she moaned.
There was only one thing left to do and that was to go in and fight. So she quietly jumped out of the tree and put her bow away. She braced herself then charged out, sword in hand. Once the orcs saw what had attacked them and what was going on the charged at the she-elf totally forgetting about the other elves. She had killed all but six though it seemed a lot more for she was taking them on alone.
The two elves watched on in awe and then snapped into action. They quickly dashed up to get their swords and sprinted to aid the she-elf that was fighting off the orcs. One by one all the orcs were slain.
"Thank you, we owe you our lives," one of them thanked, bowing down with a great deal of pain in the process.
"Not a problem. May I ask how you got yourselves into that mess?" she questioned.
"We help out the healers and they needed more of an herb so we said that we would get it," the other answered.
"Did you get what you needed?" she asked.
"Yes, although some was lost in the fight," the replied.
"Okay then, we better get going," she announced.
So they went to the horse, the elves only needing a little help walking there. The she-elf carefully helped them up onto the horse. Once they were settled in she lightly took some of his mane and clicked her tongue softly to Faiadin to make him walk forward.
(They need to rest more than I do, I'll let them sit on the horse and I'll walk beside them.)
All of a sudden they heard yelling coming from behind them. The she- elf turned to see another band of orcs running at full speed towards them. She whirled around and whispered into Faiadin's ear.
"Make haste and go to the castle. A hoth of yrchs are rapidly approaching," she ordered. (hoth-host, horde.)
The boys nodded and she sent Faiadin off, running like the wind saying, "Noro lim!" The she-elf turned and took one of the arrows that the boys had lent her and started shooting at the orcs. Once she was sure that the boys were far enough away she started to run. All of a sudden an arrow hit her in the leg and she staggered toward a tree and keeled over in pain. She spotted a vine and grabbed hold of it. Then she limped a few steps backward and swung on the vine. She leaped to another and another until there was no more to leap to.
(Great! Now I will have to run and most likely get caught because of the arrow in my leg!)
She jumped to the ground with agonizing pain when she landed. Then she dashed as fast as her hurt leg would let her. As she ran she felt a jab of pain as an arrow hit her shoulder. She kept running, though, ignoring the unbelievable pain.
"Valandil! Valandil, come quick!" the boys yelled.
"What is it?" Valandil asked in concern.
"We...were...attacked...by yrchs! A girl...no, she-elf...helped us. She is fighting...off the hoth...of yrchs alone...right now!" they panted.
Valandil didn't waste time. He hurriedly got together a team of warriors and dashed outside the palace gates. In front of them lay a she- elf sprawled out on the grass with three arrows in her. A band of orcs were running full speed only three yards away from them.
"Cú up! Arrows ready! And... nâr!" Valandil called. (cú- bow, nâr- fire.)
When the orcs were all dead Valandil turned his attention to the injured she-elf that lay before him. He knelt down and checked her pulse and found it to be just barely beating.
"Get this girl to the healers now! She is close to her gurth! Make haste!" Valandil ordered as he went towards the King's chamber. (gurth- death)
(I wish I knew where I was going!)
"What was that?" a she-elf gasped as she heard a noise.
It was coming from up ahead. It sounded very much like a battle so she quickly but quietly urged her horse, Faiadin, forward saying, "Noro lim, Faiadin, noro lim.". She was just turning the corner when she saw a band of about twenty orcs attacking two elves that were only a little younger than herself in a small clearing. (noro lim- rid on)
(I should help them; they are tired and injured and definitely do not deserve to die from a bunch of stupid yrchs! I'll hide Faiadin in the taur and shoot them from the alda.) (A/n: yrchs= orcs, taur- wood, alda- tree.)
So she hid Faiadin and climbed a big oak tree and settled down on a branch overlooking the clearing. She then took out her bow and an arrow. The bow was silver and had dazzling designs on it. It was a wide, long, big arch with a fine string. The arrows were perfectly made and had beautiful light purple feathers. It was obvious that they were made by very skilled hands. She lined the arrow up with the bow and aimed for an ork's neck. She let go of the arrow and it hit it's mark with exact preciseness. The orks looked around startled, confusion and fear in their eyes as she continued to shoot the orcs. She didn't know who was more surprised, the orks or the two elves. As she reached for another arrow she found that her pouch was empty!
"By the Valar! Why didn't I get more arrows before I left home?!" she moaned.
There was only one thing left to do and that was to go in and fight. So she quietly jumped out of the tree and put her bow away. She braced herself then charged out, sword in hand. Once the orcs saw what had attacked them and what was going on the charged at the she-elf totally forgetting about the other elves. She had killed all but six though it seemed a lot more for she was taking them on alone.
The two elves watched on in awe and then snapped into action. They quickly dashed up to get their swords and sprinted to aid the she-elf that was fighting off the orcs. One by one all the orcs were slain.
"Thank you, we owe you our lives," one of them thanked, bowing down with a great deal of pain in the process.
"Not a problem. May I ask how you got yourselves into that mess?" she questioned.
"We help out the healers and they needed more of an herb so we said that we would get it," the other answered.
"Did you get what you needed?" she asked.
"Yes, although some was lost in the fight," the replied.
"Okay then, we better get going," she announced.
So they went to the horse, the elves only needing a little help walking there. The she-elf carefully helped them up onto the horse. Once they were settled in she lightly took some of his mane and clicked her tongue softly to Faiadin to make him walk forward.
(They need to rest more than I do, I'll let them sit on the horse and I'll walk beside them.)
All of a sudden they heard yelling coming from behind them. The she- elf turned to see another band of orcs running at full speed towards them. She whirled around and whispered into Faiadin's ear.
"Make haste and go to the castle. A hoth of yrchs are rapidly approaching," she ordered. (hoth-host, horde.)
The boys nodded and she sent Faiadin off, running like the wind saying, "Noro lim!" The she-elf turned and took one of the arrows that the boys had lent her and started shooting at the orcs. Once she was sure that the boys were far enough away she started to run. All of a sudden an arrow hit her in the leg and she staggered toward a tree and keeled over in pain. She spotted a vine and grabbed hold of it. Then she limped a few steps backward and swung on the vine. She leaped to another and another until there was no more to leap to.
(Great! Now I will have to run and most likely get caught because of the arrow in my leg!)
She jumped to the ground with agonizing pain when she landed. Then she dashed as fast as her hurt leg would let her. As she ran she felt a jab of pain as an arrow hit her shoulder. She kept running, though, ignoring the unbelievable pain.
"Valandil! Valandil, come quick!" the boys yelled.
"What is it?" Valandil asked in concern.
"We...were...attacked...by yrchs! A girl...no, she-elf...helped us. She is fighting...off the hoth...of yrchs alone...right now!" they panted.
Valandil didn't waste time. He hurriedly got together a team of warriors and dashed outside the palace gates. In front of them lay a she- elf sprawled out on the grass with three arrows in her. A band of orcs were running full speed only three yards away from them.
"Cú up! Arrows ready! And... nâr!" Valandil called. (cú- bow, nâr- fire.)
When the orcs were all dead Valandil turned his attention to the injured she-elf that lay before him. He knelt down and checked her pulse and found it to be just barely beating.
"Get this girl to the healers now! She is close to her gurth! Make haste!" Valandil ordered as he went towards the King's chamber. (gurth- death)