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I finally got my computer fixed! Sorry for the delay in updating, but I had tests. Ugh! Anyways, this is basically a big fight scene, but since I so enjoy writing battle scenes I wanted to do the chapter with it. This chapter is probably rated PG 13 for the non-graphic violence. Or at least my version of non-graphic.
Chapter Five
The first warning Legolas had of the attack was when fires sprang up at the edge of the gate and the harsh calls of orcs mixed with the alarms of the men.
Orcs! So close to the town as well! They must have crept up close to the gates and set it afire, while the rest prepared to charge.
Legolas ducked as arrows rang over the walls, striking the ground and occasionally hitting someone. Screams of terror and pain rang out, and Legolas saw women hurrying towards the houses, some dragging children. Men were rushing around gathering anything that could be used for a weapon.
Legolas heard the mayor shouting from the house behind him. Well, he did warn the man. Legolas watched as another couple of women ran by. If they stayed in the houses, they will surely die. Whether from the fires that were quickly spreading or from orcs cornering them inside and attacking. It would be slaughter.
Whipping his own bow out, he nocked an arrow and aimed at the gates. Only the men on the wall would have any luck in actually hitting one of the beasts, unlike the other men who were firing over the wall in imitation of the orcs.
Legolas had examined the gates on his way in, and they had seemed pretty sturdy, if a bit thin. And if the Elven Prince knew his orcs, they should appear through the doors pretty soon.
The gates burst open as the orcs finally broke through, and they poured through in large numbers and began to engage the men.
Legolas loosed his arrow, and immediately nocked and fired another even before the string of his bow was done quivering.
The nearest orcs howled in delight when they saw Legolas, and abandoned the man they were fighting to close in upon him. Legolas feathered two more before they were too close to use his bow, and he whipped out his long knives in time to parry the first attack.
~*~*~*
Gutklash let out a triumphant howl as he cut another human a head shorter. He raised his bloodied blades and laughed. Other orcs ran around him, but he could care less, caught up in the battle lust as he was.
Looking around for another to duel with, an arrow hit him in the shoulder, but bounced harmlessly off his armor, forged in the depths of some dwarf dwelling, raided by Gutklash and his old companions from the mountains.
Carelessly turning, he picked up a discarded spear and cast it at the archer, taking the young human in the chest and knocking him off his perch of a tipped over wagon.
"Young puppy," Gutklash muttered as he stalked over to be sure that the human youth was dead. With a disdainful sneer, he kicked the boy's body. No competition there, easy prey and no challenge. Boring.
~*~*~*
Legolas took off as fast as he could towards the inn where his horse was stabled. Reaching it, he grabbed his horse and mounted quickly. The orcs were far too numerous to kill, and the only possible way of survival is escape.
Urging his steed to its limit, Legolas rushed past orc and human alike.
Suddenly, the feeling of the horse's powerful body was not there anymore. Legolas snapped over the horse's neck as the loyal creature's legs crumpled beneath it. The Elf flew through the air, only managing at the last second to twist around and land on his feet, rolling across the ground before coming up into a crouch facing a large and growing number of orcs.
~*~*~*
A shout from behind him alerted Gutklash to an enemy. With a turn and a skilled thrust, Gutklash parried the blade and forced one of his jagged swords into the man's chest. Using his foot to kick the dying man off his sword, Gutklash turned as a shout rang up not too far away.
As soon as he saw what was happening, Gutklash smiled nastily and approached, knocking his smaller brethren out of the way.
An Elf was completely encircled by orcs, throwing attacks and parrying blades with admirable speed. Here was one who could test Gutklash's skill to its limit. With a snarl of glee and anticipation, Gutklash shoved his way forwards.
~*~*~*
Legolas was tiring, which was hard for an Elf to do. The orcs continued to come. It seemed this was a full horde, not just one of the small groups that were rumored to be about.
The orcs were taking turns to attack him, lashing out with spears, swords, knives, axes, clubs, and anything else that could be used as a weapon.
Legolas could hear the screams of the humans, the cries of women and children as the hid in their homes, which were set on fire and forcing them to flee the choking fumes and roaring flames, to be butchered as they came out into the open.
Suddenly, some of the orcs surrounding him cringed as an orc, larger than them by at least half, shoved his way through. He was a dangerous looking creature, with a face more resembling a animal than anything that had a right to be called a person. Long fangs twisted from his sneering mouth, and his yellow eyes were sharp and cruel, and held a amount of intelligence that the others seemed to lack.
The frightening orc approached, and Legolas leveled his blades in front of him, not about to die without a good fight. And this beast looked to provide a good fight.
~*~*~*
Gutklash sighed in frustration. The Elf was tired and wounded, though not badly. Just enough to impede his fighting. If Gutklash could have gotten to the Elf when he was at his fighting prime, it may have been a great challenge to defeat him, a worthy opponent. But no, he was exhausted and had wounds to hinder him, while the orc had his full strength and speed with no wounds, not to mention his stolen dwarf armor.
Legolas watched warily as the orc stopped and seemed to look him over. A brief flash of disappointment flitted across the frightening features, confusing the Elf for a moment before he shrugged it off and prepared to fight to the death if need be.
The orc stopped as a harsh shout rang out. The other orcs parted, letting a pair of the ugliest orcs Legolas had ever seen come through.
They eyed him, before smiling, revealing crooked, discolored teeth.
"Keep him, lads. Fun for us later." One said, slavering as he thought about what he might do to the fair Elf.
~*~*~*
Gutklash snarled. The Elf was in chains and was being kept for the pleasure of the chiefs. Gutklash slurred the last word in hate. The Elf could still have proven some fun or a challenge at least. But no, those foul pigs that called themselves "chiefs" kept him for themselves. They had no notion of a worthy fight, preferring their victims to be harmless and tied up.
With a shake of his head, Gutklash continued walking, ignoring the orcs on either side of him, caught up in his musings.
The Elf was under heavy guard, and will be when they camped tonight, until the "chieftains" were ready to play. Why should they have him when Gutklash was there first? If any should have him it should be Gutklash.
An idea sprang into the cunning orc's head, and he grinned nastily.
~*~*~*
Legolas was being pressed hard. His arms were chained and he was guarded by four large orcs, all watching him warily. His capture was confusing. He had been ready to face the large orc, then he was beset by many orcs and was disarmed before he could do anything of any consequence.
Through most of the day, Legolas was kept under heavy guard and given nothing to eat or drink. His arms and shoulders were numb from lack of circulation, and at the end of the day he was forced to his knees and staked to the ground.
He was then left basically alone. His guards were there, but they did not touch him.
He stayed there for what seemed hours, and he was getting bored with watching the rocks and sides of the cliffs. The sky was dark, stars were covered with overcast clouds, and the moon was just a dim glow.
A snarled voice came out of the darkness, and Legolas turned to see that same large, fierce orc that he had confronted earlier approach his guards.
They talked for a moment, but not loud enough for Legolas to hear. The orc was obviously different than the others, being larger. He wore fine chain mail, probably stolen as orcs do not make their own gear.
Suddenly, the orc dispatched the first two orcs with apparent ease. The other two tried to draw their blades and call out an alarm, but the orc slew them as well.
With a nasty grin, the orc turned towards Legolas.
~*~*~*
Thanks to all reviewers!
Leggylover03: Aragorn will appear when Legolas reaches Rivendell. But I haven't figured out when that will be yet.
Coolio02: Thanks for your review! Hope you like this chapter as well!
Kitsune: Another for the capture-and-torture idea for Legolas? Maybe. Tylendal is a lord, yes. It does kind of fit him, doesn't it? Lol, thanks for your review.
Itarilde-elenastar: Thanks for your review! Hope you like this chapter!
I finally got my computer fixed! Sorry for the delay in updating, but I had tests. Ugh! Anyways, this is basically a big fight scene, but since I so enjoy writing battle scenes I wanted to do the chapter with it. This chapter is probably rated PG 13 for the non-graphic violence. Or at least my version of non-graphic.
Chapter Five
The first warning Legolas had of the attack was when fires sprang up at the edge of the gate and the harsh calls of orcs mixed with the alarms of the men.
Orcs! So close to the town as well! They must have crept up close to the gates and set it afire, while the rest prepared to charge.
Legolas ducked as arrows rang over the walls, striking the ground and occasionally hitting someone. Screams of terror and pain rang out, and Legolas saw women hurrying towards the houses, some dragging children. Men were rushing around gathering anything that could be used for a weapon.
Legolas heard the mayor shouting from the house behind him. Well, he did warn the man. Legolas watched as another couple of women ran by. If they stayed in the houses, they will surely die. Whether from the fires that were quickly spreading or from orcs cornering them inside and attacking. It would be slaughter.
Whipping his own bow out, he nocked an arrow and aimed at the gates. Only the men on the wall would have any luck in actually hitting one of the beasts, unlike the other men who were firing over the wall in imitation of the orcs.
Legolas had examined the gates on his way in, and they had seemed pretty sturdy, if a bit thin. And if the Elven Prince knew his orcs, they should appear through the doors pretty soon.
The gates burst open as the orcs finally broke through, and they poured through in large numbers and began to engage the men.
Legolas loosed his arrow, and immediately nocked and fired another even before the string of his bow was done quivering.
The nearest orcs howled in delight when they saw Legolas, and abandoned the man they were fighting to close in upon him. Legolas feathered two more before they were too close to use his bow, and he whipped out his long knives in time to parry the first attack.
~*~*~*
Gutklash let out a triumphant howl as he cut another human a head shorter. He raised his bloodied blades and laughed. Other orcs ran around him, but he could care less, caught up in the battle lust as he was.
Looking around for another to duel with, an arrow hit him in the shoulder, but bounced harmlessly off his armor, forged in the depths of some dwarf dwelling, raided by Gutklash and his old companions from the mountains.
Carelessly turning, he picked up a discarded spear and cast it at the archer, taking the young human in the chest and knocking him off his perch of a tipped over wagon.
"Young puppy," Gutklash muttered as he stalked over to be sure that the human youth was dead. With a disdainful sneer, he kicked the boy's body. No competition there, easy prey and no challenge. Boring.
~*~*~*
Legolas took off as fast as he could towards the inn where his horse was stabled. Reaching it, he grabbed his horse and mounted quickly. The orcs were far too numerous to kill, and the only possible way of survival is escape.
Urging his steed to its limit, Legolas rushed past orc and human alike.
Suddenly, the feeling of the horse's powerful body was not there anymore. Legolas snapped over the horse's neck as the loyal creature's legs crumpled beneath it. The Elf flew through the air, only managing at the last second to twist around and land on his feet, rolling across the ground before coming up into a crouch facing a large and growing number of orcs.
~*~*~*
A shout from behind him alerted Gutklash to an enemy. With a turn and a skilled thrust, Gutklash parried the blade and forced one of his jagged swords into the man's chest. Using his foot to kick the dying man off his sword, Gutklash turned as a shout rang up not too far away.
As soon as he saw what was happening, Gutklash smiled nastily and approached, knocking his smaller brethren out of the way.
An Elf was completely encircled by orcs, throwing attacks and parrying blades with admirable speed. Here was one who could test Gutklash's skill to its limit. With a snarl of glee and anticipation, Gutklash shoved his way forwards.
~*~*~*
Legolas was tiring, which was hard for an Elf to do. The orcs continued to come. It seemed this was a full horde, not just one of the small groups that were rumored to be about.
The orcs were taking turns to attack him, lashing out with spears, swords, knives, axes, clubs, and anything else that could be used as a weapon.
Legolas could hear the screams of the humans, the cries of women and children as the hid in their homes, which were set on fire and forcing them to flee the choking fumes and roaring flames, to be butchered as they came out into the open.
Suddenly, some of the orcs surrounding him cringed as an orc, larger than them by at least half, shoved his way through. He was a dangerous looking creature, with a face more resembling a animal than anything that had a right to be called a person. Long fangs twisted from his sneering mouth, and his yellow eyes were sharp and cruel, and held a amount of intelligence that the others seemed to lack.
The frightening orc approached, and Legolas leveled his blades in front of him, not about to die without a good fight. And this beast looked to provide a good fight.
~*~*~*
Gutklash sighed in frustration. The Elf was tired and wounded, though not badly. Just enough to impede his fighting. If Gutklash could have gotten to the Elf when he was at his fighting prime, it may have been a great challenge to defeat him, a worthy opponent. But no, he was exhausted and had wounds to hinder him, while the orc had his full strength and speed with no wounds, not to mention his stolen dwarf armor.
Legolas watched warily as the orc stopped and seemed to look him over. A brief flash of disappointment flitted across the frightening features, confusing the Elf for a moment before he shrugged it off and prepared to fight to the death if need be.
The orc stopped as a harsh shout rang out. The other orcs parted, letting a pair of the ugliest orcs Legolas had ever seen come through.
They eyed him, before smiling, revealing crooked, discolored teeth.
"Keep him, lads. Fun for us later." One said, slavering as he thought about what he might do to the fair Elf.
~*~*~*
Gutklash snarled. The Elf was in chains and was being kept for the pleasure of the chiefs. Gutklash slurred the last word in hate. The Elf could still have proven some fun or a challenge at least. But no, those foul pigs that called themselves "chiefs" kept him for themselves. They had no notion of a worthy fight, preferring their victims to be harmless and tied up.
With a shake of his head, Gutklash continued walking, ignoring the orcs on either side of him, caught up in his musings.
The Elf was under heavy guard, and will be when they camped tonight, until the "chieftains" were ready to play. Why should they have him when Gutklash was there first? If any should have him it should be Gutklash.
An idea sprang into the cunning orc's head, and he grinned nastily.
~*~*~*
Legolas was being pressed hard. His arms were chained and he was guarded by four large orcs, all watching him warily. His capture was confusing. He had been ready to face the large orc, then he was beset by many orcs and was disarmed before he could do anything of any consequence.
Through most of the day, Legolas was kept under heavy guard and given nothing to eat or drink. His arms and shoulders were numb from lack of circulation, and at the end of the day he was forced to his knees and staked to the ground.
He was then left basically alone. His guards were there, but they did not touch him.
He stayed there for what seemed hours, and he was getting bored with watching the rocks and sides of the cliffs. The sky was dark, stars were covered with overcast clouds, and the moon was just a dim glow.
A snarled voice came out of the darkness, and Legolas turned to see that same large, fierce orc that he had confronted earlier approach his guards.
They talked for a moment, but not loud enough for Legolas to hear. The orc was obviously different than the others, being larger. He wore fine chain mail, probably stolen as orcs do not make their own gear.
Suddenly, the orc dispatched the first two orcs with apparent ease. The other two tried to draw their blades and call out an alarm, but the orc slew them as well.
With a nasty grin, the orc turned towards Legolas.
~*~*~*
Thanks to all reviewers!
Leggylover03: Aragorn will appear when Legolas reaches Rivendell. But I haven't figured out when that will be yet.
Coolio02: Thanks for your review! Hope you like this chapter as well!
Kitsune: Another for the capture-and-torture idea for Legolas? Maybe. Tylendal is a lord, yes. It does kind of fit him, doesn't it? Lol, thanks for your review.
Itarilde-elenastar: Thanks for your review! Hope you like this chapter!