Haldir pushed away the green underbrush obstructing his view. He could see Eveslyn opposite him on the other side of the small clearing. They had been searching for the Lost Scroll relentlessly for the last few weeks and finally discovered the orcs had it in their slimy grasps. The orcs had been able to keep ahead of them for a short time, but Haldir and Eveslyn had tracked them tirelessly. The two elflings had an advantage over the orcs thus far; the orcs did not know they were being tracked. Now was the elves payday. They had finally caught up to them and were still not known. Haldir and Eveslyn realized they were dangerously close to Mordor, but the Scroll had many powers, it had to be retrieved - at all costs. Haldir and Eveslyn were willing to put their lives on the line for the sake of all elves.
Eveslyn nodded toward Haldir and moved into her attack position. There was something seriously wrong with the situation they were in and it radiated danger. A single, foul orc sat in the clearing with his weapons at an easy grasping distance. He held the Scroll open in front of him and seemed intent on trying to read its contents. Haldir carefully scouted the area, where were the other orcs? Haldir looked at Eveslyn, a silent communication of the plan going through their minds. They decided it was now or never.
Haldir's and Eveslyn's attack was quick and coordinated. Haldir dashed up to the orc from behind, raised his weapon high, and swiftly brought it down upon the orc's outstretched leg. There was a howl of shock and pain as the orc rounded on him with fury. Eveslyn had been waiting for the orc to turn and saw her chance. She sprinted out from the brush and snatched the scroll from under the orc's stinking arm. She twisted around to dart back to the safety of the trees. Her billowing cape, however, made an easy target for the orc to grab at. She felt a jerk from the cape and released the clasp from her neck. Haldir seeing the intent of the foul orc again raised his weapon and swung towards the orc's upper arm. There was another howl of pain as Haldir raced back to the safety of the forest.
~ * ~ * ~
The journey home for the two friends did not take long. Haldir and Eveslyn raced through the palace to return the Scroll to its rightful owner. There would be a grand celebration tonight!
Haldir and Eveslyn found the Lord and Lady seated among friends in their gardens. They composed themselves, strode purposely up the path, and fell to their left knees to show respect to the couple. There was a surprised murmur at the sight of the two elflings.
"My Lord, My Lady," Haldir began importantly, "we have tracked the enemy and defeated him."
"We humbly return your Magical Scroll," Eveslyn handed over the tattered piece of rolled parchment. "Is there anything else we may do for you?"
The elf Lord picked up the frayed scroll looking over the two elflings. His expression of surprise turned to one of anger when he began to read the scroll.
"Where," the Lord spoke slowly and carefully, "did you retrieve this scroll from? Who had it?" His voice was rising. Haldir and Eveslyn glanced at each other quickly. The anger in the elder elf's voice was very prominent.
"From the orcs Sire," Haldir looked up, "it was stolen!"
"We did risk our lives Highness," Eveslyn chimed in, "we had to attack with just the two of us."
The elf Lord looked very displeased for some reason. When the other elves began to laugh he glared at them threateningly.
"You attacked LORD CELEBORN?!" Haldir's father almost yelled. "This is the scroll he borrowed from me yesterday, with full permission!"
Haldir's father glared at the young elves accusingly.
"Yes they did." Lord Celeborn answered for the chastised children as he limped into the garden. "And with quite an interesting attack plan I might add."
The two elflings grinned at each other while preparing themselves for the sudden death from their stunned parents.
Eveslyn nodded toward Haldir and moved into her attack position. There was something seriously wrong with the situation they were in and it radiated danger. A single, foul orc sat in the clearing with his weapons at an easy grasping distance. He held the Scroll open in front of him and seemed intent on trying to read its contents. Haldir carefully scouted the area, where were the other orcs? Haldir looked at Eveslyn, a silent communication of the plan going through their minds. They decided it was now or never.
Haldir's and Eveslyn's attack was quick and coordinated. Haldir dashed up to the orc from behind, raised his weapon high, and swiftly brought it down upon the orc's outstretched leg. There was a howl of shock and pain as the orc rounded on him with fury. Eveslyn had been waiting for the orc to turn and saw her chance. She sprinted out from the brush and snatched the scroll from under the orc's stinking arm. She twisted around to dart back to the safety of the trees. Her billowing cape, however, made an easy target for the orc to grab at. She felt a jerk from the cape and released the clasp from her neck. Haldir seeing the intent of the foul orc again raised his weapon and swung towards the orc's upper arm. There was another howl of pain as Haldir raced back to the safety of the forest.
~ * ~ * ~
The journey home for the two friends did not take long. Haldir and Eveslyn raced through the palace to return the Scroll to its rightful owner. There would be a grand celebration tonight!
Haldir and Eveslyn found the Lord and Lady seated among friends in their gardens. They composed themselves, strode purposely up the path, and fell to their left knees to show respect to the couple. There was a surprised murmur at the sight of the two elflings.
"My Lord, My Lady," Haldir began importantly, "we have tracked the enemy and defeated him."
"We humbly return your Magical Scroll," Eveslyn handed over the tattered piece of rolled parchment. "Is there anything else we may do for you?"
The elf Lord picked up the frayed scroll looking over the two elflings. His expression of surprise turned to one of anger when he began to read the scroll.
"Where," the Lord spoke slowly and carefully, "did you retrieve this scroll from? Who had it?" His voice was rising. Haldir and Eveslyn glanced at each other quickly. The anger in the elder elf's voice was very prominent.
"From the orcs Sire," Haldir looked up, "it was stolen!"
"We did risk our lives Highness," Eveslyn chimed in, "we had to attack with just the two of us."
The elf Lord looked very displeased for some reason. When the other elves began to laugh he glared at them threateningly.
"You attacked LORD CELEBORN?!" Haldir's father almost yelled. "This is the scroll he borrowed from me yesterday, with full permission!"
Haldir's father glared at the young elves accusingly.
"Yes they did." Lord Celeborn answered for the chastised children as he limped into the garden. "And with quite an interesting attack plan I might add."
The two elflings grinned at each other while preparing themselves for the sudden death from their stunned parents.