Disclaimer: (wipes away a tear) Nothing is mine to claim, for everything belongs to the brilliant mind of Tolkien.
Author's Note: A snapshot of what is to come...
~Prologue~
The wind slapped Legolas' face. His heart pounded as the hold around his chest tightened, constricting his lungs. Fingers dug painfully into the back of his neck. The golden-haired elf had underestimated the strength of the human. Panic rose like bile in his throat as the enemy hissed all around him. No, I have to keep calm. I have to save Estel. These monsters would not claim the life of the future king of men, not while he still drew breath.
However, that was easier said than done. Peering through the inky darkness with sky blue eyes, he hastily did a mental count of his enemies. There are so many, and more coming. Yet, Legolas had faced odds like this before and won. Few, if any, of those who threatened someone the elf cared about had survived the prince of Mirkwood's wrath. The muffled cry that pierced Legolas' ears only strengthened his resolve. These scum will regret ever laying a hand on Estel, vowed the archer inwardly. No one hurt his friend without paying for it dearly. Even if it cost the elf his life.
Author's Note: This is just a little sneak peek to wet your appetite. The real chapter will be up in a few days...that is if you even want me to continue. Let me know your thoughts! :)