Chapter 3
More arrows began to rain on them, just like at the castle, but Legolas was quick with his bow and arrow. Shooting at the bow masters, he cursed lightly under his breath, groaning as he felt his last arrow. More arrows came. They were surrounded, but he would not let them past or else Eowyn would be killed, for there was a more dangerous battle he would need to take part in. " Hold on," was the only thing he said as he told the horse to increase its pace. The horse sprung forward with renewed spirit as arrows sprung out everywhere. He covered Eowyn with his body, so that none could take her again.
But he could not protect the white stallion that had been so kind. An arrow lashed into the shoulder of the steed, causing it to whinny aloud. Another soon found its mark in its hind leg, and though Legolas told the horse to go faster, its pace only slowed. His friend could no longer run with any speed, and the arrows would not cease their firing. He would not let them die!
Legolas pulled on the reins of the horse, allowing it to cease its running. As it came to a stop he jumped from its back and pulled Eowyn with him. She struggled a bit, but he held her tight because he had to. He started to run on foot, the arrows shooting all around him. All he could was keep running.
He came to an abrupt stop, however, when he heard the cry of his white stallion echo through the evening air. "..Forgive me.." he whispered. Then he turned and began to run again. Enemy horses now started after them once more…He could hear their huffs. His mind raced…He could not outrun a horse. At that moment his eyes glanced past the clearing and he saw a drop off. Oh, he only prayed there was water below it, or at least something to hang from.
He continued his sprinting. His destination was the drop off, and he could hear the riders behind him urging their steeds to go faster. He would not die today, he would not let Eowyn die today. " HOLD ON, MI'LADY!" he shouted, as he sprung from the cliff.
Eowyn's arm flew to his neck, her eyes squeezed shut as she noted there was no water below, and oh how she prayed the elf had a way out.
" They jump," the first solider hissed, as he neared the cliff, " Fools. Well, it got our jobs done. Draw back," he called to his troops, "We will return to the general."
" Prince Legolas," she breathed uneasily. Was she alive or was she dead? She needed to open her eyes to find out, but she couldn't.
" Mi'lady, hold on. I must climb back to the top." She held on as tight as her arms gave her strength to do.
He begun to climb from one rock to another, pulling them closer to the top. The rough surface pierced his hand but he kept on.
" PRINCE!" She only had time to shout as her tired hands let go of his neck, but he grabbed her wrist at the last moment. She gripped his fingers, tears ready to leave her eyes but holding them back, she uttered "Don't drop me…Prince Legolas, don't drop me.."
" I wont mi'lady." but it already felt as though he dropped her as though he let go, he shook his head.
He pulled once more, nearing them to the ledge. " I'm afraid…" she whispered softly. Though she didn't know it, her words carried to his elven ears.
Legolas collapsed in relieved laughter as he finally crawled back onto the meadow grass, pulling Eowyn up behind him. "Lucky, are we not, Mi'lady?"