Chapter 3
With very little warning, orcs crashed through the under brush, startling the riders. Legolas cursed rather creatively in elvish, angry with himself for not paying attention. He quickly drew his ever-present bow and fitted an arrow on the string, quickly loosing it and felling an orc. Fëaeledh had not brought any weapons, and as he was firing off his second arrow, Legolas realized this.
"Noro lim!!" he called to her horse.
The horse, already spooked by the orcs, turned and fled into the forest. But that was not before and orc sighted Fëaeledh and loosed an arrow in her direction. The arrow struck her shoulder, and the impact knocked her off her horse, into the dense underbrush, now blissfully unaware of the fight Legolas was involved in.
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Legolas almost did not notice Fëaeledh's fall. The orcs were now too close to shoot so he abandoned his bow in favor of his white-handled knives. Jumping from his horse, he began to hack away at the oncoming creatures, ducking and weaving, avoiding the evil blades.
When he had dispatched the last of them, he first retrieved his bow, slinging it over his back where it usually rested. Then he calmed his horse, which was stamping nervously and snorting. When this was acoustics, he mounted the horse and rode to there Fëaeledh had fallen.
She lay in a bush, the arrow was snapped off, torn on something during her fall. When Legolas lifted her out, she did not stir. He gently laid her on the ground. The arrow had not passed though her shoulder, but had stopped somewhere inside. Legolas turned her over so that her could probe the wound. Still embedded in her shoulder were fragments of the shaft and even deeper her found the arrow head. He carefully bandaged the wound, then lifted her onto his horse and got up behind her, riding as quickly as he dared back to the palace
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Legolas strode quickly into his father's hall. Fëaeledh, still unconscious, was in his arms. The king, upon seeing his son, rose from his throne and strode to meet him.
"What happened?" Thranduil asked quietly.
"An orc attack, father," Legolas replied just as quietly, for now everyone in the hall was watching. "On the eastern border. She was shot."
"Was it poisoned?" They were now walking quickly toward the healer's chambers.
"More than likely," Legolas was visibly worried, "Though I know not what kind."
"Prepare yourself for the worst, my son, for orc poisons are usually deadly." Legolas recognized the look in his father's eyes. It was the look he got when he was thinking about his wife. "That was how your mother dies. Orc poisons are the worst"
Legolas already knew this, he had heard it many times before. Soon his father would be ranting about his cousin who, in a fit if jealousy, had told orcs how to reach the palace.
"Father," Legolas interrupted, "shouldn't you call the captains and have them secure the border?" The king broke off in the middle of a sentence to consider this.
"Yes, you're right. I'll see to that, you make sure she's alright."
With that, the king hurried off to his task.
Legolas walked carefully with his precious burden in his arms, praying to the Valar that Fëaeledh would be alright. She made no movements, and her breathing was light and shallow. Her eyes were closed. Legolas feared the worst. With mounting dread, he reached the healer's quarters and as he reached them the doors opened to allow him access.
Fëaeledh lay still where Legolas laid her on the healer's bed. The healers Legolas out of the room while he worked. Remembering that sometimes a close proximity to familiar people helped those who were injured, he began to compose a letter to Fëaeledh's friend. She had never mentioned her name, but Legolas figured that if he put examples of things Fëaeledh had told him, it would reach the right elf.
'I have not learnt your name,' he wrote, 'but your friend, Fëaeledh, has spoken highly of you. I know that you are an admirable warrior, an excellent marksmen, and a true and loyal friend. It is your friendship with Fëaeledh that I now write to you about.' Here his hand hesitated over the page, unsure of how to word the next part.
'It started as a harmless and beautiful day. We were on an outing to the edges of the kingdom. Suddenly, with very little warning, we were attacked by orcs. Your friend was shot in the shoulder and is even now being tended to by our healer for the poisons that have entered her system.
'I fear she may not make it, and it is because of this that I ask you to come to her. I strongly believe that your presence will help her, perhaps even save her, If you are even half the friend I have heard about, you will come immediately to help your friend.'
He signed his name at the bottom and sealed the letter closed with the royal seal. He addressed the letter to Lord Elrond. Calling a servant to him, he requested that it be sent at once by carrier pigeon.
Satisfied that his task was complete, Legolas began to pace in front of the healer's door, waiting for any word from within.
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Thank you good reviewers!!!!
I love y'all!!!
One-Sock-ed Wonder: sorry about the time gaps...I didn't know what to put there and was too lazy to put anything there...plus I was getting hounded for another chapter by a friend at school :D
PS: Sorry if Thranduil looks ditzy...he wasn't meant to come off that way...he gets...preoccupied when he's upset
With very little warning, orcs crashed through the under brush, startling the riders. Legolas cursed rather creatively in elvish, angry with himself for not paying attention. He quickly drew his ever-present bow and fitted an arrow on the string, quickly loosing it and felling an orc. Fëaeledh had not brought any weapons, and as he was firing off his second arrow, Legolas realized this.
"Noro lim!!" he called to her horse.
The horse, already spooked by the orcs, turned and fled into the forest. But that was not before and orc sighted Fëaeledh and loosed an arrow in her direction. The arrow struck her shoulder, and the impact knocked her off her horse, into the dense underbrush, now blissfully unaware of the fight Legolas was involved in.
---
Legolas almost did not notice Fëaeledh's fall. The orcs were now too close to shoot so he abandoned his bow in favor of his white-handled knives. Jumping from his horse, he began to hack away at the oncoming creatures, ducking and weaving, avoiding the evil blades.
When he had dispatched the last of them, he first retrieved his bow, slinging it over his back where it usually rested. Then he calmed his horse, which was stamping nervously and snorting. When this was acoustics, he mounted the horse and rode to there Fëaeledh had fallen.
She lay in a bush, the arrow was snapped off, torn on something during her fall. When Legolas lifted her out, she did not stir. He gently laid her on the ground. The arrow had not passed though her shoulder, but had stopped somewhere inside. Legolas turned her over so that her could probe the wound. Still embedded in her shoulder were fragments of the shaft and even deeper her found the arrow head. He carefully bandaged the wound, then lifted her onto his horse and got up behind her, riding as quickly as he dared back to the palace
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Legolas strode quickly into his father's hall. Fëaeledh, still unconscious, was in his arms. The king, upon seeing his son, rose from his throne and strode to meet him.
"What happened?" Thranduil asked quietly.
"An orc attack, father," Legolas replied just as quietly, for now everyone in the hall was watching. "On the eastern border. She was shot."
"Was it poisoned?" They were now walking quickly toward the healer's chambers.
"More than likely," Legolas was visibly worried, "Though I know not what kind."
"Prepare yourself for the worst, my son, for orc poisons are usually deadly." Legolas recognized the look in his father's eyes. It was the look he got when he was thinking about his wife. "That was how your mother dies. Orc poisons are the worst"
Legolas already knew this, he had heard it many times before. Soon his father would be ranting about his cousin who, in a fit if jealousy, had told orcs how to reach the palace.
"Father," Legolas interrupted, "shouldn't you call the captains and have them secure the border?" The king broke off in the middle of a sentence to consider this.
"Yes, you're right. I'll see to that, you make sure she's alright."
With that, the king hurried off to his task.
Legolas walked carefully with his precious burden in his arms, praying to the Valar that Fëaeledh would be alright. She made no movements, and her breathing was light and shallow. Her eyes were closed. Legolas feared the worst. With mounting dread, he reached the healer's quarters and as he reached them the doors opened to allow him access.
Fëaeledh lay still where Legolas laid her on the healer's bed. The healers Legolas out of the room while he worked. Remembering that sometimes a close proximity to familiar people helped those who were injured, he began to compose a letter to Fëaeledh's friend. She had never mentioned her name, but Legolas figured that if he put examples of things Fëaeledh had told him, it would reach the right elf.
'I have not learnt your name,' he wrote, 'but your friend, Fëaeledh, has spoken highly of you. I know that you are an admirable warrior, an excellent marksmen, and a true and loyal friend. It is your friendship with Fëaeledh that I now write to you about.' Here his hand hesitated over the page, unsure of how to word the next part.
'It started as a harmless and beautiful day. We were on an outing to the edges of the kingdom. Suddenly, with very little warning, we were attacked by orcs. Your friend was shot in the shoulder and is even now being tended to by our healer for the poisons that have entered her system.
'I fear she may not make it, and it is because of this that I ask you to come to her. I strongly believe that your presence will help her, perhaps even save her, If you are even half the friend I have heard about, you will come immediately to help your friend.'
He signed his name at the bottom and sealed the letter closed with the royal seal. He addressed the letter to Lord Elrond. Calling a servant to him, he requested that it be sent at once by carrier pigeon.
Satisfied that his task was complete, Legolas began to pace in front of the healer's door, waiting for any word from within.
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Thank you good reviewers!!!!
I love y'all!!!
One-Sock-ed Wonder: sorry about the time gaps...I didn't know what to put there and was too lazy to put anything there...plus I was getting hounded for another chapter by a friend at school :D
PS: Sorry if Thranduil looks ditzy...he wasn't meant to come off that way...he gets...preoccupied when he's upset