Disclaimer: Lara Croft belongs to whoever the producers of Lara Croft are, and J.R.R Tolkien settled with the Lord of The Rings people.
A/N: I'm baaaaaccccccccccccccck! Have you lot missed me? No? Thought not. Jolie and me decided to FINALLY update, after a week or two of great procrastination. Written by me, Clarenova, once again, and we dare say you will enjoy the blow by blow double dagger fight by Lara in this one. Enjoy your flight, we are Jennifer Jolie and Clarenova, signing off. Not permanently. BTW, if you happen to read J.J's profile, kindly skip the note about me looking like Lara Croft from the back (SO WHAT IF I HAVE LONG BLACK HAIR IN A BRAID, HUH? WHAT'S WRONG WITH THAT? SO WHAT IF I LIKE JUMPING AROUND AS WELL? HUH? HUH? HUH?), thank you. Have a nice life. No, I am not in an insane asylum. Any questions? Oh yeah, please do not copy the dagger account of Lara's that part took me quite long, and I hereby copyright it (C) Clarenova. The dagger fight is MINE people. MINEMINEMINE. So there. :P
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Orcs had also come along with the delightful package, and realizing that there were too many for the guns, Lara threw her two to Legolas, the nearest to her, who stood dumbstruck, catching the metal machinery only out of instinct and Elvish reflexes.
'Heads up, Elf boy!'
Staring at Lara as if she were mad, Legolas stood there, shocked into stillness, having dropped his prized bow in the rush to catch the two pieces of flying metal aimed at his head. Before he knew what had happened, Lara had zipped by, grabbed his two daggers off his back and unsheathed them smoothly. Smiling devishly at him, she mock bowed to him, calling out in an annoying voice.
'Thank you, mighty prince of Mirkwood! Damage the guns and die! Go steal some blade from Aragorn if you really need to! See ya!'
Before Legolas could even react or turn red, Lara had plunged head on into the throng of orcs and wargs in front of them. Aragorn angrily called over to the elf prince as he swung Anduril and beheaded another orc, adding to his rising pile around him.
'Legolas! Do not dally! Standing there will not help our predicament! Your arrows are needed!'
Looking from Aragorn to Lara, who was massacring orcs by the dozen, Legolas could only drop the uzis and retrieve his bow, contributing to the rising death toll of the fell beasts, muttering about humans who lacked common sense.
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Taking a deep breath, Lara put a smile on her face and plunged into heated battle. Something screeched to her left, and her left arm swung with skilled grace as she moved her entire body to pick up the momentum. The dagger embedded itself into the back of an orc's back with a dull thump, bringing the disgusting creature down to the ground and pulling Lara into a kneeling position. A soft, agonizing groan and the orc dead was Lara's reward, and she silently withdrew the dagger, still kneeling down. Hearing something creeping up behind of her, she immediately made a vicious diagonal upward swipe with her right dagger, sending it piercing through the lower jaw of the orc standing above her, and pulling herself around at the same time, stabbed her left into the forehead of another who was also turning onto her. Instantly, orcs and wargs began to swarm around her, pinning her from all sides. Yanking loose her right, Lara swerved away from the crude blade of an orc, but turned the manoeuvre into a whirl as she wrapped herself around her left arm. Pushing herself towards her right, Lara used the weight of the dead orc's body as a support, and kicked started herself towards another attacker in a 180 degree turn, resulting in her right hand dagger flying out and hitting yet another person smack dab in the throat just as the left embedded itself into the stomach of the warg that had foolishly challenged her.
Legolas, gritting his teeth in anger, was determined not to loose out to the human, and doubled his shooting speed, if that was even humanly possible. But hey, he was an elf. He did what an elf would do. Instantly, five orcs that had been alive five seconds ago were lying on the ground, each with a brown shafted arrow sticking out of their foreheads. Groping, he cursed as he found that he had no more arrows, as all of his own had been spent. Smoothly making his way over to the fighting Aragorn, he neatly pushed an orc, impaling the creature onto Anduril, leaving him safe to shoplift a quiver off the ever equipped one's back as well as tug two short swords off the man's belt as Aragorn busily tried to tug Anduril loose. Swinging the quiver over his back, he covered for the seething Aragorn by gifting every orc that came even close with a complimentary arrow to the neck. Lara came stabbing over, still with a smile on her face. Legolas had the sudden urge to strangle her.
'Having fun yet, elf boy? Looks like kingy there is having some orc trouble.'
Aragorn resisted the urge to curse at Lara while tugging vainly at Anduril, trying to pull the sword out. Still grinning, she dispatched another few orcs, nimbly jumping away from all weapons that came her way, and shouting insults and banter their way. Legolas fought even harder to keep up with her. Looking his way again, Lara hollered over the loud mess, while almost carelessly kicking at an orc, her braid slapping him in the face as she came closer to converse with him.
'Hey Legs? Trying to keep up?'
Legolas refrained from comment, spluttering as he pushed Lara's pleat out of his eyes. He made a mental note to try and cut it off at the next possible opportunity.
'You can surely do better than that, elfy.'
That made Legolas really mad. Finishing another quiver with the last twang of his bow, he took up the "borrowed" short swords and viciously vented his boiling anger on the orcs, who had learnt to flee as soon as they saw him. Lara laughed mockingly at him.
'You aren't fighting hard enough, oh blond prince!'
Still keeping silent, he stabbed another in the back and kicked a warg in the stomach before delivering the downward swipe that finished it off. Lara shouted at him again.
'Your hair is getting really messy, Legs!'
Irritated at the nickname and finally breaking, he mingled his reply with the scream of an orc that he was working on dispatching.
'Insolent human! Do not insult me!'
Finally, the last of the orcs and wargs had been killed off, and Lara walked over to the elf in the dimming sunlight. Once again, she shouted.
'Heads up, elf boy!'
Legolas nearly panicked as he saw
two glimmering Elvish daggers flying towards his head.