I finally fixed this story. I hope you like it. More to come! Any problems with it, please tell me. I followed the advice of one reviewer and added why he was away from Mirkwoo with no guards!
The sun was setting over the Misty Mountains. The young prince of Mirkwood was glad to finally be off of them. Tomorrow he'd be in Rivendale, enjoying the company of his two best friends, Elladan and Ellrohir. He could not wait. He set up camp and began to prepare his dinner. The fire light made him drousy and he was dosing. He had snuck out of his fathers palace. Then tension between them had gotten worse lately and he needed abreak. He had left a note and promised he would be safe. He had traveled alone before and the route he took was familiar and safe. It had been dangerous to sleep in Mirkwood with the orcs and spiders, but he was in Rivendale now. He felt safe enough to sleep. The trees would warn him of danger.
His eyes closed and he heard the wishpers of nature around him. Suddenly the trees began to tense. They were Panicing. Orcs were coming, fast. He dosed the fire and unbriddled his mare, MeAmber. He wanted his horse to survive this. He took his weapons off and watched her go. She would come when he called. He quickly attached his quiver and bow to his back. His twin knifes already in place and climbe the nearest tree.
He was surprised when the enterd the grove, for they were bigger than normal Yrch and held a good deal of intelegence behind there sinister eyes. One spoke in the broken lanauge of the Yrch. "Me thinks that elf is here. fire still hot."
"No the horse is gon."
"Me smell something." He pointed to the tree where Legolas hid. He stared in wonder, for even the Rangers had difficulty tracking elves, and yet thses foul beast noticed instantly. Something was terribly wrong.
The Yrch began to surrond the tree and Legolas had no choice but to let his arrows fly, each shot meet a target and no arrow strayed. Unfortantly, the orcs were many and Legolas, being very skilled, knew it was a long shot for him to take on so many. He jumped from the tree and face his many foes with his twin knifes. He slew one after another, but more kept coming and he didn't notice, until to late, that one held a bow. Legolas jumped just in time to stop a serious blow, but the arrow struck his shoulder and he stumbled. An Orc behind him took this opportinuty to strike him with the butt of his sword. Legolas slumped, uncounscios, to the ground.
"Mas'ta will be pleased." One said as they dragged the elf away.
Okay, there is more to this story, but I want advice. I strated this story years ago. Thanks for reading. r&r