Ello again! I've nothing else to say except read on!
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Legolas sheathed his twin knifes, trying to brush the strange noise off as nothing. This was the third time he had reacted this way. As much as he hated to think about it, more than likely something was out there. Sighing, he resumed picking his way through the forest of his homeland. He wasn't really going anywhere in particular; he'd just wanted to get away from his duties for a bit. It was around noon when he unexpectedly came to his favorite tree. He chuckled. He hadn't planned on visiting it today. His feet just seemed to lead him towards this very spot.
Within seconds he scaled its long branches and climbed to familiar spot in the center. It was a nice sized space since the tree was rather large. Sitting down in the center he turned up his head, and gladly welcomed the warm sun on his face. It streamed through the leaves, creating patterns on the branches. This place head many memories for the wood elf. It had always been his favorite place to escape from the rest of the world. On some of the branches were carvings he'd made in his idle time. He brushed his fingers over every one, remembering the very days he did them.
Finally relaxing, he took off his bow and quiver, but kept his knives strapped on, just in case. The mysterious noise hadn't quite left his mind. Legolas laid back, using one of the many branches for support. Staring up into the beautiful leaves above his head, he began to doze off. Suddenly his elven hearing picked it up again, that faint rustling, he was sure of it. Annoyed, he climbed down from his tree and landed noiselessly on the soft terrain.
"What could it be?" He thought over and over. Once again he laid his hands on his knifes, ready for anything. So he thought. Out of nowhere a cloaked figure leapt at him from behind. Legolas immediately moved out the way, the strange being missing him by mere inches.
His attacker recovered quickly and leapt at him a second time. Again he ducked. The being's fist collided with the tree instead. His pursuer let out a yelp of pain. Whoever was doing this was not very experienced. He seemed about Legolas's height, but not as lean, and definitely not as agile. The prince then noticed that his attacker had no weapons.
"If he wanted to kill me," he asked himself, "Why would he come unarmed?" He barely had time to ponder over this before the person attacked again. This time after Legolas avoided the punch he decided to use his knives. He delivered a thin slice to the being's arm.
The purser instantly fell to the floor, obviously in agony over a small wound. It didn't look like he was going to be getting up anytime soon.
"That was… easy." Legolas thought. A sudden realization dawned on him. Too easy. The attacker had no weapons, little experience, and was punching wildly and without a strategy. Legolas's eyes opened wide. A diversion. But before he could prepare himself for any new foes, something collided with the back of his head. The twin knives dropped to the ground. And so did the prince of Mirkwood.
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The elfling awoke to darkness. He began to panic until he realized his eyes were closed. Straining to gain control over his body, he opened one eye, then the other. He was in a healing room. He felt pillows behind his head. Looking around he noticed the room was very well furnished. But how did he get here? The last thing he remembered was...nothing. His mind seemed to be in a grey haze. Suddenly, his ears picked up footsteps coming towards the room. He sat up, wondering who it could be.
A man walked through the doorway and started, obviously surprised that he was awake. The human smiled gently and walked over to him.
"How do you feel?" was his first question.
"I'm okay…" he found himself answering quietly. The man nodded.
"My name is Estel, my brothers and I found you last night in forest."
"A forest?" the elf thought, his mind racing, "Why would I be in a forest?" Seeing the amount of confusion on the elfing's face, Estel changed the subject.
"Where are your parents?" The elf's face became even more perplexed.
"My parents?" The elfing brushed a few strand of hair out of his face before replying. "I don't know." Now Estel was getting concerned. He was about to ask him another question, when his father and brothers entered.
"He's finally awake." Elrohir said, grinning.
"How is he?" Elrond asked.
"He seems to be alright." Estel replied, "But he doesn't remember his parents or why he was even in the forest in the first place." He finished, looking to the elfling for confirmation.
"Can you least tell us your name?" Elladan asked hopefully. The elfling began to ponder yet again. Nothing. He collapsed onto the pillows with a sigh.
"No…I don't remember my name either." Now Estel began to think. What could have caused this elfling to lose his memory? He had an idea, but he needed to speak with his father first.
"We'll have to call him something." Elrohir chucked, "We can't go around screaming 'elfling'. " A small smile found it's way onto the elfling. Estel smiled back warmly, shaking his head.
"That would be strange for sure, we'll have to at least come up with a nickname for you."
"Let's deal with that later." Elrond said decisively. "For now," he said, holding a cup and turning to the elfling. "Drink this." The elfling took the cup with a slight hesitation, but seeing the smile on Estel's face somehow eased his mind. He drank slowly and was relieved to find that after he had finished he remained conscious.
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My first fight scene! How'd it go? Oh yes, I also need some help. What do you think they should call him? I don't really know any elf names. (I could use google lol.) If I get a name great! I'll probably use it! If not, well then, google to the rescue! Thank you for all the reviews! I appreciate every one!
