Trapped in the flames
They had set up a camp in the outskirts of the Fangorn woods, Legolas, Aragorn, and Gimli were on their way to Mirkwood to find out what the king needed from them. It was mid-day and Gimli wanted to try and scare Legolas even after many failed attempts to do so. When he walked over to where Legolas was sleeping, eyes half open like usual, he went to the other side of the tree and waited, then he came out from behind and yelled.
"HEY!"
Legolas quickly leaped up hand in a fist and socked Gimli on the chin, sending Gimli toppling backwards.
"If you were trying to wake me up, a simple 'wake up' would have worked." Legolas sharply growled.
"Well, sorry." Grumbled Gimli looking over his shoulder to see Aragorn jogging up beside them to see what the commotion was all about because he heard two irritated voices snapping at one another.
"Mellon nin! Gimli! What in the world is going on here!?" Aragorn exclaimed looking from Legolas, who's hands were balled into fists, to Gimli, who was sprawled in the grass rubbing his chin.
"He startled me when I was trying to sleep!" Said to Aragorn through gritted teeth, then walked into the woods muttering to himself about dwarves. Aragorn looked to Gimli and helped him to his feet.
"That was partly my fault for not telling you that to startle a sleeping elf is risky for you could end up flat." He explained, yet giving him eyes that coldly said their message clear: do not ever do something dumb like that ever. And walked into the forest to go look for Legolas.
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"Legolas!" Aragorn called out hoping to get a response. Whack! The sound made him jump but to know what had caused it: Gimli's axe, and what it started was a fire, a raging inferno that started to swallow the woods. Legolas! he's still in there and he must be trapped! With a deep breath, he jumped over the fire, it tearing at him, it feeling like a thousand knives jabbing him, and head over heels, he landed scrambling to his feet. He was half-way through the forest when the smoke thickened. Theirs no way i'll be able to find him in this... diving out of the way of a falling tree, but then, black.
- Elrond ran like the wind in as much of a lord like fashion he could have, and stopped before Thranduil, panting.
"Thranduil, there...was...a fire...and i'm afraid they may have gotten caught in the fire, what do we do?"
"We take the horses, try to find the group. I want to know if my sons alive." Thranduil said pushing past Elrond and started giving orders to the guards. It was not long before they reached the ruins of what used to be Fangorn woods, now a smoldering pile of ash, and burnt brush from the trees.
"Stop! Look over there!" one of the guards shouted pointing to the location of a fallen tree and what laid beside it, not moving. Elrond climbed off his horse and went over to the still body kneeling he turned the body over and gasped, it was Aragorn, his son. He checked for a pulse, relieved to find one, not strong like he wanted to find it, but was thankful that the Valor hadn't taken his son. Two guards gingerly picked up Aragorn and they went off seeing a big pile of ashen logs and broken branches
