Chapter 40
"Are we optimistic today, little prince?", grinned Eero and drew his sword with a quick movement. But Legolas didn't let himself be provoked. This was his chance. Probably a chance that he would only get once. With a quick movement, the prince also had his twin knives. His back was already protesting, but the handsome warrior was ignoring it. It wasn't going to be as easy as usual, but the archer hoped it would go well. "Do you really think that's a good idea?", grinned the dark elf and waved the sword in his hand. The blonde elf stared steadfastly into the green eyes, his heart was full of anger.
"Honestly, Eero, don't pretend you have already won. You didn't." The dark-haired elf raised an eyebrow.
"Do you really think you have a chance? You couldn't save your brothers then either." Pain shot through the prince's heart, but he tried to suppress the memories. He had to concentrate, not allow anything to distract him.
"Let the past out of here, Eero." The latter laughed in response and before Legolas could react, the elf rushed towards him, but it was easy for the archer to ward off the attack. "Is that all? Your orcs will fight better there." The green eyes flashed angrily and the blond elf smiled inwardly. If Eero was angry, he would be unable to concentrate. With a lot of pressure, the prince pushed his opponent back and then attacked himself. His blows were hard and well placed. Eero seemed to take a lot of effort to ward off the struggled prince's blows. The beautiful warrior's back protested and ached, but the adrenaline made him feel little or no pain.
At the next moment ducked Eero passed under another blow from the prince and tried to hit him with the sword. With a skillful turn, the heir to the throne evaded from Mirkwood and repelled another blow. However, he now had to go on the defensive because the dark elf was now trying to get past his swords to bring him down. Legolas gritted his teeth. He didn't like it at all to be crowded and unable to attack himself. Eero smiled confidently and would almost have given the beautiful elf if he hadn't turned away quickly. However, the dark-haired elf's sword hit his arm. A sharp, burning pain shot through when the archer felt his arm being torn open. He suppressed a cry of pain and tried to concentrate. The prince knew that his arm would not go along for long, so he had to end this fight quickly. He recalled who was standing in front of him. The murderer of his brothers, the one who had destroyed his old life.
"For you," the beautiful warrior whispered in his mind before he fended off the sword. Metal met metal and it rang loudly. Eero's green eyes sparkled with amusement.
"Sure that this was such a good idea, little prince?" Legolas gritted his teeth and tried to concentrate despite the terrible pain in his arm and back. He had to do something, otherwise, he would die and Eero would live on. His friends would still be in danger. And this thought made the prince collect the remaining strength and kick Eero back. With a gasp of surprise, the dark-haired elf stumbled back and the archer recognized his chance. The adrenaline raced through his body as he ran towards Eero, jumped over him, and buried one of his swords in his back. The dark elf cried out in surprise and especially angry. Legolas pulled out his knife when the dark-haired elf collapsed. His green eyes sparkled angrily.
"I hate you, damn prince," he choked, spitting blood. The prince took a deep breath and stared straight into his opponent's eyes.
"Me too, you murderer. You took so much from me! And now I'm taking your life!" Eero hissed angrily, but then his eyes went cloudy and empty.
At that moment the blonde elf lost all strength and he dropped to his knees. The adrenaline slowly subsided and exhaustion and pain remained. But he did it. Eero was dead. The killer of his brothers was finally gone.
