Chapter 1: Warg Attack
Legolas studied the open fields of the Plains of Rohan carefully; his elven senses were screaming that there was something drawing closer, something evil. Two of Theoden's own scouts rode ahead of him, and into a rocky passage. Their horses reared and began stamping their feet restlessly.
"What is it? Hama?" asked one of the men, noticing the horses distress.
"I'm not sure." Hama replied, gazing about fearfully.
An inhuman shriek pierced the air and a giant beast bounded down the cliff wall towards the two guards. The orc the sat atop the monsterous beast shrieked in delight as his warg brought down one of the men.
Legolas ran toward the battle and drew his bow skillfully. Taking careful aim, he shot the warg causing its rider to fall to the ground, instantly killing the beast. The blonde-haired elf drew one of his long knives and slashed the orc's throat neatly.
"A scout!" shouted Legolas, disgustedly, kicking the now dead orc carcass away. He looked up back toward the ridge to see Aragorn. The ranger nodded and began running back to the others.
"What is it? What do you see?" asked ThÚoden, king of Rohan, as Aragorn ran up to him and grabbed his horse.
"Wargs! We are under attack!" shouted Aragorn, gesturing back the way he had come.
"All riders to the head of the column!" shouted Thèoden, rallying his men.
Legolas stood atop a rock wall watching as more and more warg riders appeared over the rise. Once again, he drew his bow, a gift from the Lady Galadriel, and began shooting down the wargs as the drew nearer. The riders of Rohan appeared behind him, and Legolas gracefully swung up onto Arod, and began firing from atop the white horse. Letting out a gruff war cry, Gimli dropped from the horse with a loud thud.
"Dwarves" he sighed to himself, "I wonder if he fell off on purpose?"
After several more moment of battle, he noticed Gimli ready to dispatch a lone warg. Legolas grinned to himself, and neatly shot the same wrg, killing it instantly.
"That one counts as mine!" shouted Gimli, angrily, as the elf galloped away.
Legolas threw his head back and laughed loudly, and too late noticed a warg had jumped right in front of him. Arod neighed furiously and came to an abrupt stop, flinging Legolas from his back.
"I hope Gimli didn't see that." Legolas muttered as he quickly rose to his feet and brushed himself off. A low growl sounded from right behind him, and Legolas froze. He slowly turned, and faced the wolf-like creature.
Legolas reached for one of his arrows, but then noticed his quiver was empty. Legolas backed up slowly, with the rabid warg moving closer. Legolas reached toward his two elven knives, but before he could grab them, the warg pounced. Legolas quickly ran backwards to aviod the beast, and to his dismay and embarassment, he tripped over a dead orc falling tto the ground.
Meanwhile, the warg had moved so that it was standing over him; Legolas felt around as his hand closed around the hilt of a discarded sword. Saliva dripped from the warg's mouth, drenching the elf prince in spit. Legolas looked up into the warg's deep yellow eyes. Using his elven-born quickness, Legolas whipped the sword up and embedded the blade deep in the warg's chest. The warg collapsed, and Leoglas quickly rolled out of the way. As he did, one of the warg's fangs left a shallow slash on his right arm. The wound burned as the saliva from the now-dead warg seeped into it.
"Legolas, where Aragorn?" Gimli said, peering around the devastated battle field.
Forgetting about the strange burning wound, Legolas looked around anxiously for his friend.
"Aragorn?!" Legolas called out, frantically. Walked quickly through the battle field toward the edge of the cliff where he had last seen the ranger. As he passed, the sound of a chuckling orc reached his sensitive ears and he quickly turned.
"Tell me what happened, and I will ease your passing." Gimli said, threatening the orc with his ax.
"He's.dead!" laughed the orc. "Took a little tumble off the cliff!"
"You lie!" shouted Legolas, grabbing its tattered tunic, fully intending to shake the truth out of him. The orc emitted several more gurgling laughs until black blood came from its mouth. The sun glinted on something the orc held in its hand; it was the Evenstar.
Legolas ran to the edge of the cliff, watching the swift moving river far beneath him.
"No mere mortal could have survived that fall." Legolas thought to himself, all hope fading.
"The wolves of Isengard will return. Get the wounded on horses. Leave the dead." said ThÚoden to his men, from behind Legolas.
Legolas turns to look at Thèoden, a fierce glare of protest on his face. The Rohan king placed his hand on Legolas' shoulder.
"Come." Thèoden says softly, and turns away. Waiting a few more moments, Legolas continued watching the river, knowing their was nothing more to do except continue to Helm's Deep. The wound in his arm burned fiercly as he turned away.
Legolas studied the open fields of the Plains of Rohan carefully; his elven senses were screaming that there was something drawing closer, something evil. Two of Theoden's own scouts rode ahead of him, and into a rocky passage. Their horses reared and began stamping their feet restlessly.
"What is it? Hama?" asked one of the men, noticing the horses distress.
"I'm not sure." Hama replied, gazing about fearfully.
An inhuman shriek pierced the air and a giant beast bounded down the cliff wall towards the two guards. The orc the sat atop the monsterous beast shrieked in delight as his warg brought down one of the men.
Legolas ran toward the battle and drew his bow skillfully. Taking careful aim, he shot the warg causing its rider to fall to the ground, instantly killing the beast. The blonde-haired elf drew one of his long knives and slashed the orc's throat neatly.
"A scout!" shouted Legolas, disgustedly, kicking the now dead orc carcass away. He looked up back toward the ridge to see Aragorn. The ranger nodded and began running back to the others.
"What is it? What do you see?" asked ThÚoden, king of Rohan, as Aragorn ran up to him and grabbed his horse.
"Wargs! We are under attack!" shouted Aragorn, gesturing back the way he had come.
"All riders to the head of the column!" shouted Thèoden, rallying his men.
Legolas stood atop a rock wall watching as more and more warg riders appeared over the rise. Once again, he drew his bow, a gift from the Lady Galadriel, and began shooting down the wargs as the drew nearer. The riders of Rohan appeared behind him, and Legolas gracefully swung up onto Arod, and began firing from atop the white horse. Letting out a gruff war cry, Gimli dropped from the horse with a loud thud.
"Dwarves" he sighed to himself, "I wonder if he fell off on purpose?"
After several more moment of battle, he noticed Gimli ready to dispatch a lone warg. Legolas grinned to himself, and neatly shot the same wrg, killing it instantly.
"That one counts as mine!" shouted Gimli, angrily, as the elf galloped away.
Legolas threw his head back and laughed loudly, and too late noticed a warg had jumped right in front of him. Arod neighed furiously and came to an abrupt stop, flinging Legolas from his back.
"I hope Gimli didn't see that." Legolas muttered as he quickly rose to his feet and brushed himself off. A low growl sounded from right behind him, and Legolas froze. He slowly turned, and faced the wolf-like creature.
Legolas reached for one of his arrows, but then noticed his quiver was empty. Legolas backed up slowly, with the rabid warg moving closer. Legolas reached toward his two elven knives, but before he could grab them, the warg pounced. Legolas quickly ran backwards to aviod the beast, and to his dismay and embarassment, he tripped over a dead orc falling tto the ground.
Meanwhile, the warg had moved so that it was standing over him; Legolas felt around as his hand closed around the hilt of a discarded sword. Saliva dripped from the warg's mouth, drenching the elf prince in spit. Legolas looked up into the warg's deep yellow eyes. Using his elven-born quickness, Legolas whipped the sword up and embedded the blade deep in the warg's chest. The warg collapsed, and Leoglas quickly rolled out of the way. As he did, one of the warg's fangs left a shallow slash on his right arm. The wound burned as the saliva from the now-dead warg seeped into it.
"Legolas, where Aragorn?" Gimli said, peering around the devastated battle field.
Forgetting about the strange burning wound, Legolas looked around anxiously for his friend.
"Aragorn?!" Legolas called out, frantically. Walked quickly through the battle field toward the edge of the cliff where he had last seen the ranger. As he passed, the sound of a chuckling orc reached his sensitive ears and he quickly turned.
"Tell me what happened, and I will ease your passing." Gimli said, threatening the orc with his ax.
"He's.dead!" laughed the orc. "Took a little tumble off the cliff!"
"You lie!" shouted Legolas, grabbing its tattered tunic, fully intending to shake the truth out of him. The orc emitted several more gurgling laughs until black blood came from its mouth. The sun glinted on something the orc held in its hand; it was the Evenstar.
Legolas ran to the edge of the cliff, watching the swift moving river far beneath him.
"No mere mortal could have survived that fall." Legolas thought to himself, all hope fading.
"The wolves of Isengard will return. Get the wounded on horses. Leave the dead." said ThÚoden to his men, from behind Legolas.
Legolas turns to look at Thèoden, a fierce glare of protest on his face. The Rohan king placed his hand on Legolas' shoulder.
"Come." Thèoden says softly, and turns away. Waiting a few more moments, Legolas continued watching the river, knowing their was nothing more to do except continue to Helm's Deep. The wound in his arm burned fiercly as he turned away.
