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It was getting near midnight, everything was dark and quiet, except the rain pounding down hard on the ground. But the rain and the darkness didn't stop the elf prince from running, he had to get away from it, whatever it was, he had to get away.
He had been running through the night and into late morning before he stopped to rest a little. He sat next to a tree and closed his eyes and sighed. Then his elf ears picked up the sound of someone running far off in the woods to the right of him.
"Great." He whispered to himself as he got up and started to run. "Why do they always find me?" He thought looking behind at the forest where the noise had come from.
**Flashback**
"No matter where you run, I will always find you, Prince of Mirkwood." Saromon said looking at the bruised and bleeding Prince who was being held up by the orcs. "Tell your father, that if he wants to ever see his precious forest again, he has to give me some of his elves, the best fighters he has."
**End flashback**
"Of course, Saromon can see what I'm doing, but how?" He looked all around him, looking for any spies, when suddenly, he heard someone scream. He turned to face the way in which it had come from. "The forest?" He asked running back to it. "What if it's a trap, and when I get there the orcs will get me and take me to Saromon." The voice screamed again. "If it's not a trap, whoever is screaming needs my help?"
He reached the edge of the forest, the voice screamed again. He pulled out his bow and an arrow and ran into the dark trees. There wasn't any sign of anyone in trouble, and as far as he went, it looked like there was no one in there at all. The voice screamed again just as he was about to turn around and leave. He looked up at the tops of the trees where the voice came from just in time; a figure was falling from the sky, and screaming very loud. The elf held out his arms, dropping his bow to the ground, just as the figure landed into his arms.
It was getting near midnight, everything was dark and quiet, except the rain pounding down hard on the ground. But the rain and the darkness didn't stop the elf prince from running, he had to get away from it, whatever it was, he had to get away.
He had been running through the night and into late morning before he stopped to rest a little. He sat next to a tree and closed his eyes and sighed. Then his elf ears picked up the sound of someone running far off in the woods to the right of him.
"Great." He whispered to himself as he got up and started to run. "Why do they always find me?" He thought looking behind at the forest where the noise had come from.
**Flashback**
"No matter where you run, I will always find you, Prince of Mirkwood." Saromon said looking at the bruised and bleeding Prince who was being held up by the orcs. "Tell your father, that if he wants to ever see his precious forest again, he has to give me some of his elves, the best fighters he has."
**End flashback**
"Of course, Saromon can see what I'm doing, but how?" He looked all around him, looking for any spies, when suddenly, he heard someone scream. He turned to face the way in which it had come from. "The forest?" He asked running back to it. "What if it's a trap, and when I get there the orcs will get me and take me to Saromon." The voice screamed again. "If it's not a trap, whoever is screaming needs my help?"
He reached the edge of the forest, the voice screamed again. He pulled out his bow and an arrow and ran into the dark trees. There wasn't any sign of anyone in trouble, and as far as he went, it looked like there was no one in there at all. The voice screamed again just as he was about to turn around and leave. He looked up at the tops of the trees where the voice came from just in time; a figure was falling from the sky, and screaming very loud. The elf held out his arms, dropping his bow to the ground, just as the figure landed into his arms.