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1. Rock Bottom

Legolas' POV:

There I lay... in the mud and dirt of our battlefield. I did not know where exactly I was, but right now I could not care less. Because I just laid there, wounded and bleeding.

I laid on my stomach; my face laid sideways on the ground and was covered in dirt. I felt nothing, except the stabbing pain from the wound on the back of my head and the big, bleeding one of my stomach.

I had my eyes closed, even if I opened them, I would not recognise anything, maybe apart the contours...

I blurry remembered what had happened.

Flashback:

I killed some orcs with my archery as suddenly some of them attacked me from behind. One of them was able to smack me at the back of the head. At that point my sight was spinning and the world was rotating. But still, I managed to kill most of the orcs with bow and dagger. Unfortunately I used up an arrow and my opponent took the opportunity and stabbed me into the stomach. A surprised gasped escaped me and I barely managed to ram the dagger into my enemies throat, before I collapsed onto the ground and lost my weapons in the progress.

End of Flashback:

Now I am still laying here. Waiting for my end or the releasing rescue...

Suddenly I felt the ground vibrating. Somebody seems to be coming this way. I slightly opened the eyes. A black figure gazed down at me.

From the size to judge, it could be human or an orc. I closed my eyes again; too exhausted to move a single muscle I waited for my fate.

I heard a terrible laughter, when this sound can be called laughing that is. This thing or whatever it was, bend down to me. A rotten smell came to my nose and I felt cold metal against my neck. An orc it was than.

Once again this laughter rang out as the metal was removed. I dared to open my eyes again. At least I would die in a fight, side by side with my comrades…

I saw the orc lifting his sword over his own head, ready to strike every second now. I regret nothing, except not saying: "Goodbye and farewell!", to all my friends…, but I fear, that was not possible anymore…

Finally accepting my fate, my eyelids closed once more. I cannot even keep my eyes open.

I heard one last snarl and then I felt… nothing. I just heard the growl of an angry orc. I dared to look, but could not see the orc anywhere near. Another, much tinier and more massive figure approached me instead.

The figure stopped next to me and kneeled before me. Something brushed my shoulder and shook me.

"Hey, laddie! Wake up! Don't you dare to die on me!", an almost hysterical and deep voice said. The voice sounded familiar, but I could not quite place it.

The figure, probably a male person, shook me again. He turned me around so that I now lay on my back. Even this little movement let the pain shot through my whole body like a blazing flame. A faint groan escaped me and I closed my eyes because of the pain.

"Damn you, you pointy eared elvish prince! Open your eyes! I will not let you die, do you hear?!"

This voice, this words, they sound so familiar…

I felt something slip under my back. Then I was lifted up from the ground. My limbs went limp and hang useless down as the figure carried me hastily away. I did not know where he brought me or who he was, but I could not rack my brain about it anymore, because tiredness and exhaustion got me... and everything... went dark.

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