Chapter 50
Legolas ignored the sharp pain on his arm and stabbed his knife into his enemy's chest. An ugly sound came from the orc and the prince grimaced. How he hated those disgusting creatures. The elf glanced briefly at his arm, which had been hit by the sword. It was bleeding, but the archer ignored it and immediately jumped at his next attacker. It was noticed that they were feeding Mordor. The number of orcs and especially the darkness increased. His twin knives and clothes were already full of the black, stinking blood of the orcs, and the handsome warrior had to take care not to choke on the stench.
Finally, the Mirkwood elf brought down the last attacker and immediately looked around for his companions. Merry had a laceration on his head, but otherwise, he seemed fine. The other three hobbits looked tired and exhausted but were not hurt. The rest of the fellowship was fine and Gimli was scolding about the disgusting blood on his clothes. Legolas had to suppress a giggle and started toward Aragorn. He knew exactly what was coming. The ranger turned to his friend and then stared at his arm. "Legolas, your arm!" The prince smiled slightly.
"It is nothing serious." The man rolled with his eyes as he always did when the archer contradicted him.
"Sit down. I'll take care of it quickly." Although the elf preferred to go further, he did what the ranger said. There was no point in arguing with him anyway. Aragorn gently washed the blood from the long cut and bandaged it. "We should rest here. Tomorrow will be a busy day." Legolas got nervous. He felt that it would happen tomorrow. The darkness was getting closer and the prince knew that the decisive fight would take place tomorrow. His feeling told him. Tomorrow they would face Sauron, Saruman, and a gigantic army of orcs. Tomorrow would be decided. But the handsome warrior was even more worried about Frodo. He hoped the little hobbit would be strong enough to destroy the ring when the time came.
Shortly afterward they all sat around a fire and were silent. There was an oppressive silence because everyone knew what would happen tomorrow. "Will ... Will I have to destroy the ring alone?" Legolas looked at the hobbit, whose eyes were full of fear and uncertainty. Gandalf shook his head.
"No, Frodo. The fellowship has been formed to protect the ring bearer. And we will. We will come to Doom Mountain with you." The ring bearer looked relieved and the prince smiled. It had been clear to him that he would not leave the little creature alone. "Aragorn, will you take us tomorrow?", the wizard asked suddenly and the archer looked worriedly at his friend. The man didn't want to climb the throne any more than the elf did, but they both had a duty to perform. The ranger bowed his head.
"If you want that." The handsome warrior sensed the uncertainty emanating from his friend and put a hand on his arm. The gray eyes immediately met his. They were worried.
"We trust you, Aragorn. And no matter what happens tomorrow, we will follow you." The ranger smiled and put his hand on Legolas'. "Hannon le, mellon-nin." The prince smiled slightly. He would entrust his life to Aragorn. "We'll leave tomorrow at sunrise. We have to hurry up," Gandalf said, and the elf knew that the wizard was right. The darkness came closer and the ring grew stronger. They really had to hurry up.
"Are the white city, Rohan and Gondor there in time?", asked Gimli and Gandalf nodded. "They will be there. We should sleep now." The fellowship nodded and Boromir agreed to take over the watch. Legolas sighed inwardly. Tomorrow they would decide the fate of Middle-earth.
