Chapter eleven:

Silent shapes snuck through the open plains. Coming near the edge of the Greek camp, they crouched down and shot fiery embers on the flat part of the plain just in front of the Greek encampment. Then, large balls of hay were rolled of the hill, the hay caught fire in a fraction of seconds and fell into the Greek camp burning everything in its' path.

Greek soldiers were woken from the cries of their comrades, people were running everywhere trying to escape the burning inferno, the few horses that were in the camp tugged at their posts trying to free themselves. The ones who managed bolted into the camp trampling soldiers with their hooves. The sound of burning flesh could be smelled in the city, the cries of the soldiers resounded in the night. Some of the captains tried to rally their men, it was of no use. They were too panicked to listen, some were clever enough too try and douse the fire before it spread even further. Quickly they were joined by others as this seemed to be the only sensible thing to do.

And then, as suddenly as it had started, it stopped. Everything was silent for a while, the soldiers looking at each other in confusion. And then they heard it, spears were being knocked against shields, at first the sound was quite soft, then it became louder and louder, it seemed they were surrounded by al sides. The men grew nervous, eyes darting to all sides, shifting from one side to the other.

The smoke lifted and they could see the entire Trojan army in front of them. Odysseus rallied the men to him. Nervously they waited for the Trojans to make the first move.

Hector looked at Aragorn, both of them had the same feeling. This was terribly wrong. Waiting anxiously for any sign of Achilles, Hector considered going back to the city. But no, he couldn't betray his father like that, his duty was to his country and his King, yet he had the awful feeling this would go wrong.

And it did go wrong. Suddenly shouts erupted from the Greek encampment, Achilles and his warriors were running towards them in full battle gear. Hector ordered for the army to attack, the two camps were running towards each other, it seemed an eternity before they met. From the moment they clashed swords, the sound became unbearable, screams were everywhere, blood was flying in all directions, bodies were stepped on yet no one seemed to notice.

Hector had been separated by Aragorn at the beginning off the fight, yet he couldn't dwell on that for long, as he found himself face to face with Achilles. He couldn't see the Greek's face clearly but that didn't matter, what mattered was that he survived this fight. While the two of them fought, battle around them subsided, everyone wanting to watch the two legends fight each other.

Legolas couldn't stop the feeling of dread washing over him. Something was terribly wrong. The man who was fighting Hector didn't feel like Achilles, yes he looked like him but his actions were different. Achilles would have already started to taunt Hector and this man had made several mistakes in his moves. Not very big mistakes, but still, Legolas thought it were mistakes Achilles would never make. And than it happened: Hector managed to slit the man's throat, shocked cries rose from the Greek camp as the warrior sank to the ground.

Hector kneeled on the ground and took off the warrior's helmet only to reveal the face of a much younger man, a boy really, gasping for air. The Crown Prince was devastated, he couldn't believe he had just killed a boy. Raising his sword to end the boy's suffering he was stopped by a loud shout; " No, wait!" Pushing his way through the throng of soldiers, Legolas arrived near Hector. "Call for Aragorn!" he shouted to no one in particular. Immediately one of the Trojan soldiers went to look for him.

Kneeling next to the young boy, the Elf put his hand on his brow and started whispering in Elvish. Instantly the boy relaxed, to all the onlookers it seemed a golden glow was flowing into the boy's body from the Elf's hand. As silent as a shadow Aragorn kneeled next to the Elf, he started taking out some herbs out of his pack and crushed them in his hand. He put the herbs on the boy's throat and laid his right hand on his brow together with Legolas'.

Everyone present watched as the two friends worked, sometimes whispering in the Common Tongue, sometimes in Elvish. At times the boy would be shaking feverishly at other times he would just be lying on the ground not moving and the onlookers would fear he was gone.

"What's going on here!" came a loud voice. Startled the soldiers backed away to reveal the form of Achilles. When his eyes fell on the form of his cousin he went white with rage. Pulling his sword out of it's scabbard he advanced towards the two men working on his cousin.

I thought I might leave it at that for the moment. I'm sorry for the long delay but I didn't really know what to do with Patroclus, I still don't know actually because if I let him live it might change the rest of the story. I don't really want him to die but I still want Achilles and Hector to fight so if any of you have some ideas please give them to me!

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