Autumn was drawing to a close on Middle Earth. The forest was bare of all
leaves and the wind whistled softly amongst the branches. The branches of
the tallest trees in the forest were casting strange shadows on the leaf-
strewn forest floor, by the light of the full moon. As the wind whipped
silently through the trees the shadows seemed to come to life. The stars
winked into existence, bright and yet dim compared to the moon. There was
a chill in the air, something brought about by the coming of winter.
Two figures walked alone, shadowed by the trees and the light of the moon. As an individual gets closer, it is obvious that the figure that is leading the two is tracking something and the persona in the back is listening closely to their surroundings. An owl hoots and both associates jump a little in surprise and keep going. There is very little communication between the two; it seems that they do not want to give away their position.
"Mellon!" the companion in the back hissed, just loud enough for the other to hear. He was a human. A human speaking elvish is not something often heard on Middle Earth. For the most part humans and elves went their separate ways and tried very hard to ignore one another. The dark haired human, to add to the mystery was well dressed in the best Elven garb from Elrond's very own tailors. "Legolas! Wait! Did you hear that?!"
"Yes, I heard it Estel. I am an elf, remember?" The blonde haired elf, for that is who was ahead of the human, Legolas the Prince on Mirkwood, gave Estel a critical look. "You grew up with elves as Elladan and Elrohir and you don't know that elves have superior hearing?" Legolas smiled mischievously and Aragorn glared back.
Unexpectedly the companions dropped to the ground at half second intervals to each other, the elf hitting the ground first. "See? Elves even have better reflexes," he teased.
As soon as he had said this, eight wargs leaped from the wood-work of the forest. They were so close the friends could hear them breathing and smell their stench. Legolas silently pulled out his bow. He figured that he could take out two or three before the creatures figured out where the companions were hidden, among the dead leaves. Notching an arrow he muttered a few elvish words to guide it to the target straight and true. Releasing the arrow Legolas watched as it went clean through the jugular of one of the beasts and stuck, quivering in the side of another. Both creatures fell heavily on top of one another. While Legolas took down the two creatures, Estel had drawn his sword and was ready when the entire pack came down on them.
And down on them they came; loping over to them, trampling the brush beneath them as they came. Estel looked once more at his friend, "Good luck, mellon," he said before they were plunged into three to one battle. At once Estel saw that in order to live through this, he would have to take out one warg at a time. There was no possible way that he was going to take out three at once.
Managing to get to the side of the warg, Estel plunged his sword into the heart, drawing forth a spurt of blood. Withdrawing his sword as fast as possible he whipped around and stuck his sword into the underside of a warg that had jumped. Legolas was fairing just as well, he had taken down one, no two, in the same movement, moving his dagger through the neck of one and into the throat of the other. With a quick swipe he killed the last one, sinking his dagger into its chest. Glancing over at Estel, he noticed a warg stalking his human friend from behind, it leaped. Estel still didn't see it. Without a moment's hesitation, Legolas let fly an arrow that struck the creature down. The animal fell, onto Estel's leg.
"Umph." Estel protested to the added weight to his leg that caused him to tumble to the ground.
Legolas kicked the creature and chuckled, "The future king of men, thrown down by a warg. Sometimes, Aragorn, I worry for your race."
With some effort, Estel heaved the creature off his leg. However, the claw of the warg left a gash on his thigh. Estel sat up and winced in pain as he realized that his thigh was bleeding profusely. Tearing off a piece of his tunic, Aragorn wrapped a make-shift bandage around his leg to stop the bleeding until they could make it back to Rivendell.
Legolas up ahead and Aragorn limping slightly behind, the two friends started towards Rivendell. Suddenly, both friends straightened, and shivered. They looked at each other with raised eyebrows.
Estel spoke first, "What was THAT?!"
Legolas shook his head, "Not a clue."
Aragorn shivered again and looked quickly around the forest, "Come on, and lets go. I don't know what caused that and I'm not sure I want to find out."
Legolas looked around uneasily, "You're right, lets get out of here."
They started off again but before they go very far they heard a howl that made their skin crawl. "A lone warg?" Estel suggested hopefully.
Legolas shook his head, "Wargs travel in packs, and usually if you hear one howl, they all howl."
"Well then, Mellon, what is it?"
"I don't know, Aragorn, I don't know."
Out of the blue, there was a streak of fur, and Aragorn saw Legolas fall underneath the bulk of another warg. Aragorn pulled a dagger and embedded it in the thick skin of the warg. It barked in protest and ran away whimpering.
Legolas moaned and Estel ran over to help his friend. There was a cut, bleeding hard, on his side right above his hip and there were bite marks on his chest as though the creature tried to bite him but Estel scared him away before he could. While the bite, wasn't deep it was still bleeding profusely.
Legolas's eyes' fluttered from loss of blood.
Aragorn looked around franticly. He could maybe stop the bleeding of the bite mark, but chances are that he would only be able to slow the cut on his friend's side, and that might not be enough. They were miles from Rivendell. His healing skills were not abundant and even those were dependant on plants that were dead, or dying because of the season.
He took off his jacket and put it on top of Legolas who was now shivering from cold and blood loss. Then, he tore his tunic and wrapped it around Legolas's cuts to slow the bleeding. Aragorn picked Legolas up and held him over his shoulder. Thinking hard he calculated that he would probably reach Rivendell just before morning.
He took off, Legolas over one shoulder, limping as he went. He only hoped that he wouldn't pass out along the way to Rivendell, and Legolas dying of blood loss or being attacked by that Warg again. Into the night he stumbled.
Two figures walked alone, shadowed by the trees and the light of the moon. As an individual gets closer, it is obvious that the figure that is leading the two is tracking something and the persona in the back is listening closely to their surroundings. An owl hoots and both associates jump a little in surprise and keep going. There is very little communication between the two; it seems that they do not want to give away their position.
"Mellon!" the companion in the back hissed, just loud enough for the other to hear. He was a human. A human speaking elvish is not something often heard on Middle Earth. For the most part humans and elves went their separate ways and tried very hard to ignore one another. The dark haired human, to add to the mystery was well dressed in the best Elven garb from Elrond's very own tailors. "Legolas! Wait! Did you hear that?!"
"Yes, I heard it Estel. I am an elf, remember?" The blonde haired elf, for that is who was ahead of the human, Legolas the Prince on Mirkwood, gave Estel a critical look. "You grew up with elves as Elladan and Elrohir and you don't know that elves have superior hearing?" Legolas smiled mischievously and Aragorn glared back.
Unexpectedly the companions dropped to the ground at half second intervals to each other, the elf hitting the ground first. "See? Elves even have better reflexes," he teased.
As soon as he had said this, eight wargs leaped from the wood-work of the forest. They were so close the friends could hear them breathing and smell their stench. Legolas silently pulled out his bow. He figured that he could take out two or three before the creatures figured out where the companions were hidden, among the dead leaves. Notching an arrow he muttered a few elvish words to guide it to the target straight and true. Releasing the arrow Legolas watched as it went clean through the jugular of one of the beasts and stuck, quivering in the side of another. Both creatures fell heavily on top of one another. While Legolas took down the two creatures, Estel had drawn his sword and was ready when the entire pack came down on them.
And down on them they came; loping over to them, trampling the brush beneath them as they came. Estel looked once more at his friend, "Good luck, mellon," he said before they were plunged into three to one battle. At once Estel saw that in order to live through this, he would have to take out one warg at a time. There was no possible way that he was going to take out three at once.
Managing to get to the side of the warg, Estel plunged his sword into the heart, drawing forth a spurt of blood. Withdrawing his sword as fast as possible he whipped around and stuck his sword into the underside of a warg that had jumped. Legolas was fairing just as well, he had taken down one, no two, in the same movement, moving his dagger through the neck of one and into the throat of the other. With a quick swipe he killed the last one, sinking his dagger into its chest. Glancing over at Estel, he noticed a warg stalking his human friend from behind, it leaped. Estel still didn't see it. Without a moment's hesitation, Legolas let fly an arrow that struck the creature down. The animal fell, onto Estel's leg.
"Umph." Estel protested to the added weight to his leg that caused him to tumble to the ground.
Legolas kicked the creature and chuckled, "The future king of men, thrown down by a warg. Sometimes, Aragorn, I worry for your race."
With some effort, Estel heaved the creature off his leg. However, the claw of the warg left a gash on his thigh. Estel sat up and winced in pain as he realized that his thigh was bleeding profusely. Tearing off a piece of his tunic, Aragorn wrapped a make-shift bandage around his leg to stop the bleeding until they could make it back to Rivendell.
Legolas up ahead and Aragorn limping slightly behind, the two friends started towards Rivendell. Suddenly, both friends straightened, and shivered. They looked at each other with raised eyebrows.
Estel spoke first, "What was THAT?!"
Legolas shook his head, "Not a clue."
Aragorn shivered again and looked quickly around the forest, "Come on, and lets go. I don't know what caused that and I'm not sure I want to find out."
Legolas looked around uneasily, "You're right, lets get out of here."
They started off again but before they go very far they heard a howl that made their skin crawl. "A lone warg?" Estel suggested hopefully.
Legolas shook his head, "Wargs travel in packs, and usually if you hear one howl, they all howl."
"Well then, Mellon, what is it?"
"I don't know, Aragorn, I don't know."
Out of the blue, there was a streak of fur, and Aragorn saw Legolas fall underneath the bulk of another warg. Aragorn pulled a dagger and embedded it in the thick skin of the warg. It barked in protest and ran away whimpering.
Legolas moaned and Estel ran over to help his friend. There was a cut, bleeding hard, on his side right above his hip and there were bite marks on his chest as though the creature tried to bite him but Estel scared him away before he could. While the bite, wasn't deep it was still bleeding profusely.
Legolas's eyes' fluttered from loss of blood.
Aragorn looked around franticly. He could maybe stop the bleeding of the bite mark, but chances are that he would only be able to slow the cut on his friend's side, and that might not be enough. They were miles from Rivendell. His healing skills were not abundant and even those were dependant on plants that were dead, or dying because of the season.
He took off his jacket and put it on top of Legolas who was now shivering from cold and blood loss. Then, he tore his tunic and wrapped it around Legolas's cuts to slow the bleeding. Aragorn picked Legolas up and held him over his shoulder. Thinking hard he calculated that he would probably reach Rivendell just before morning.
He took off, Legolas over one shoulder, limping as he went. He only hoped that he wouldn't pass out along the way to Rivendell, and Legolas dying of blood loss or being attacked by that Warg again. Into the night he stumbled.