'Ello, Inkwizard here!

No, I unfortunately don't own LOTR

It is evening on the road, the fellowship is a few weeks travel from Rivendell. To pass the time, Legolas and Aragorn have taken to bantering with each other as they walk.

"I declare," Said Legolas, "Men are most peculiar. You never seem to be able to pass a chance to show off in some form or another!"

Aragorn chuckled, "Well mellon nin, that may be true, but Elves are not impervious to pridefulness. Why, the last time I was in Mirkwood, you yourself was goaded into taking part in an archery contest with those warriors from Lothlorien!"

"Ha! But I did win, did I not?" Legolas smiled as he twisted around mid-step. Now walking backwards, the Elven prince whipped his bow off his back, pulled an arrow taut against the string, and fired straight through a small flower growing on a vine overhead. All done in a split-second; leaving the rest of the walkers, who had been watching the two old friends tease each other with interest, full of awe.

"Did you see that?!" Merry and Pippin gasped to each other in unison.

Boromir sped up a few steps until he was abreast with Aragorn, both facing the Elf. "I must say, you have some incredible skill with a bow."

Legolas gave a small grin, still walking lightly backwards, as Aragorn answered for him. "My Elven friend here is the…er…captain of King Thranduil's army, and unrivaled in his skill of archery."

Legolas gave a subtle nod towards Aragorn in thanks for for keeping his identity quiet.

"I am humbled by your praise mellon nin, but you are no amateur in the skills of war yourself."

"Aye," Replied the ranger. "But you have…"

Aragorn halted his conversation as Legolas abruptly froze, nearly causing the two men to walk into him.

The Elf cocked his head, listening with an intense look in his blue eyes. "Orcs, a good number, coming from the left!"

The fellowship hustled the Hobbits into the middle of the road in order to protect them from the oncoming attack.

The men and Wizard unsheathed their swords and Gimli grabbed his axe from his pack as Legolas began firing with deadly speed and accuracy, felling several Orcs as the foul creatures began bursting out of the woods and over the ditch lining the side of the road.

A harsh-sounding horn rang from behind the oncoming enemy as more Orcs poured out of the tree line.

I shall post the next installment in a few days. Cheerio!

-InkWizard

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