If i try to explain why i have been gone so long it will sound like excuses. So Ima just cut to it; sorry ive been gone.
BTW my roommates suck. The stole my stuff. So if you have not already gone to college, lock up everything. I mean everything, even food.
Warning, language violence
Legolas turned around quickly, thrusting his left blade into an oncoming enemy while pulling his right out of another. He stood up tall and looked around the area for any others close to him. His party had come across a patrol from Rivendell, who were facing a large gathering of orcs, outnumbered sorely easily having ten beasts for every one soldier. Those in Legolas' party who could fight jumped into the battle behind him and those who could not went ahead to the border to seek help.
As Legolas swung one knife and stabbed with the other he realized he had gotten farther from the group. Hearing a yelp behind him Legolas turned to see one of elves of the Rivendell party catch an arrow in his left leg. Legolas rushed over to help the ellon, getting to him just in time to stop the orcs' blade from landing its killing blow.
After fighting off the closest of the orcs Legolas took a second to yank off his belt and throw it down besides the injured soldier. "Tie it tight around you thigh!" He instructed, "Right above the wound. It will help with the bleeding."
Legolas still stood close to the other elf as the battle raged on but when at last the battle started drawing to a close he had forgotten all about the wounded ellon. It was finally nearing dawn and the eastern sky was lighting up, showing faint pink clouds and a light yellowish glow in the far distant.
When Legolas saw there were no more enemies he finally let his self have a moment to suck air into his now aching chest. He had been slammed into the trunk of a tree by an orc who had come at him faster than the others. He dropped his blades on the ground and bent over, supporting his torso by putting his hands on his knees, while trying hard to catch his breath before Galion saw him. After a moment he reopened his eyes and stood up to look around. Seeing the warrior who he had saved he walked over and knelt beside the wounded ellon. The warriors eyes were closed and in a panic Legolas dropped to his knees and shook the warrior, who's eyes shot open immediately as he gasped out loudly in shock and pain.
When he was able to the warrior gave Legolas as mean stare and bit down hard on his tongue, as if to keep himself from swearing or gasping in pain again. "You are in pain?" He asked biting down on his own bottom lip, a nervous habit that his father often told him to stop doing.
"Thanks for the belt." The other said to Legolas with out meeting his eyes, regarding the wood-elf like a child. "Can you fetch your leader for me?" The warrior spoke while sitting him self up and looking for a close by tree he could lean on. Legolas looked at him in shock at first but then realized who it was who he was helping.
Legolas shock his head in disbelief as he slipped an arm behind the ellon, helping him to lean against the nearest tree. "You are Elrond's son, one of the twins." Legolas' smile widened as he said those words, he was besides one of the hero he grew up hearing all about*."I am Legolas Thranduilion. I am headed to Imaldirs to speak with you father, Lord Elrond."
"Oh," The ellon said, a slight look of shamed crossed his face as he realized how he had addressed the Prince. "I am the younger twin, Elrohir. Our party was ambushed, we were unable to hold out for long, it is lucky for us you and your people came when they did."
Legolas let out a slight laugh and stood up, "Are you well enough to walk if you lean against me?" Elrohir nodded and stuck his hand int he air for the other elf to grab on to. Legolas pulled the elder up and slung his arm over his shoulders and wrapped his other arm around Elrohir's waist.
Elrohir grunted every time he put weigh on his wounded leg and ended up leaned heavily on the shorter elf as they made slow progress toward the main group where the healers would most likely be.
Half way to their goal and elf identical to the one leaning on the Prince came rushing over. The other elf had bloody bandages on his left bicep and his arm was in a sling. Legolas smiled depite the situation and turned his head to Elrohir, "Elladan?"
"I lost sight of you Dan," Elrohir said as his twin came closer, "I got distracted looking around for you, and got shot."
Elladan chuckled and motioned to his arm, "We are similar in not just looks. I have done the same, but my injury comes from a filthy orc knife." Elladan looked at Legolas up and down, judging his ablitity to help his younger brother. "Please elfling, You should try and carry him, if you are able, his leg is bleeding enough as it is."
Legolas immediately began following orders, he leaned down, placing his arm behind the elfs knees he swung him up into his arms. "Normally i would protest, just so you know, but i am tired and the loss of blood is making me feel very cold." Elrohir said resting his head on the younger beings shoulder.
*They are older than him. By a bit i guess.
I imagine that Mirkwood elves would sound differently than Lorien or Rivendell elves. Cause they are more having distant between them than the other two.
