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Chapter Six
Tylendal was up before the others, his dreams of something dire to come driving him awake whenever he nodded off.
Something was going to happen, and it was frustrating in the way that Tylendal knew he could help if only he could figure out where. It dealt with Legolas, that was certain as well. But he couldn't figure out where 'there' was.
Pacing restlessly, he tried to think of the general direction these dreams seemed to point too. Legolas was heading west, towards Rivendell, so it was somewhere in the west.
Tylendal ceased his pacing and closed his eyes, trying to picture the dreams again. He gave up after a few moments, muttering under his breath, and looked off over the not so distant orc camp to the mountains.
Mountains? That was it! The dreams took place at the edge of the mountains, with the orcs attacking Legolas and a group of humans, probably survivors from the destruction of the town.
In the dream, the sun was just rising behind the battle, which would mean that if Tylendal were to try and help he would have to leave now, going West and slightly North, and make haste.
Filled with sudden urgency, the Mirkwood Elf ran over and grabbed a handful of his horse's mane, leaping lightly onto its back. He already had his weapons, so he was ready to go. Without a thought to his warriors, the distraught Elf took off and galloped away, being sure to give a wide berth to the orc camp.
~*~*~*
Something was going on. The humans had cared for Legolas, so the Elf was in much better shape, but his nerves were strung tight as tension gnawed at them,
The orcs had appeared, and camped up farther up the slope of the mountains. The smoke from the burning town was thinner now, but still seen.
The orcs were packing up and marching forwards. About dawn will see them here.
~*~*~*
Gutklash smiled as he viewed the fires of the humans. Only three large fires, no more than seven per fire. Compare that to the scores of orcs approaching them, they were not going to live. And somewhere down there was the Elf, whom Gutklash desired to battle yet.
Legolas was up and ready as the orcs charged, and he spotted the large orc that twice now he had almost battled charging forth in the front lines. Men were leaping up, weapons in hand. The tip of the sun could be seen edging up over the mountains.
Gutklash howled as he spotted the Elf and veered unerringly towards the fair being. A human got in his way, trying to stop the large orc. Without a thought, Gutklash gave a careless backhanded slash that opened the human up and dropped him to the ground.
Legolas raised his blades, and Gutklash's first blow was blocked.
The force of the following blow drove the lithe Elf back a step, wincing as the shock vibrated up his arms.
~*~*~*
Tylendal urged his horse to greater speeds, riding parallel to the orc host behind a rocky barrier, so they could not see him.
Guiding the horse skillfully around jagged parts of the old beaten trail he was following. Scrub and other coarse plants overgrew it, while recent rockslides had dropped fair sized stones over it.
The powerful legs of his steed powered them on, taking the rough terrain easily. Tylendal was sure the orcs could hear the thud of the horse's sharp hooves.
Clearing a large boulder that would have taken too much time to go around, Tylendal halted his horse suddenly as they reached a steep incline.
Far below them was the beginning of slaughter. A large number of orcs were charging a small group of men, and amidst the humans was the unmistakable figure of a golden haired Elf.
Legolas was in the process of fighting against a large orc, and behind him was creeping another, a craggy spear held ready.
Without hesitation Tylendal urged his horse down the slope and half sliding, half galloping the horse obeyed.
~*~*~*
Legolas ducked another powerful blow, and responded with a slash of his own, which the snarling orc easily blocked.
The orc was good, very good. He blocked Legolas' blows and came close to cutting the Elf.
A shout from behind distracted him, and he almost missed blocking a broad sided sweep of Gutklash's sword.
"Die Elf!"
Legolas spun about, to see another orc charging with a spear leveled.
There was no way he could escape that spear.
"Heyla No!"
Another shout, this one from in front and slightly to the side, turned his attention away as a figure threw himself from the back of a charging horse to tackle the orc.
"Tylendal?" Legolas shouted incredulously. What was Tylendal doing here, and how did he know?
Tylendal surged to his feet, the orc lying still upon the ground, its neck broken from the Mirkwood Elf's wild leap. Tylendal held a hand tightly to his shoulder. His dive had brought him in line with the spear, and he had received a deep slash from it before he took down the orc.
"Prince, behind you!" Tylendal shouted as Gutklash readied a fatal blow from behind. Legolas turned in time to block it.
Tylendal threw himself atop his waiting horse, drew his twin swords and, ignoring the pain in his shoulder, began to fight once more.
~*~*~*
Kadhael shook his head, exchanging looks with the other five of the patrol. They had awoken to find Tylendal and his horse gone, and all the signs pointed to the west. With a shrug, the mounted their horses in the morning light and rode off.
~*~*~*
Tylendal bared his teeth in a feral snarl as his horse reared and plunged down again, bringing its sharp hooves onto another horse.
His shoulder pained him, but he ignored it as he sliced another orc.
He turned and rode his horse quickly towards another orc. So intent was he on his newest victim, he did not see the couple of orcs that leaped at him from the side.
Rough hands suddenly grasped at the cloth of his hunting leathers, and he was hauled forcefully off the horse's back.
So surprised was he, that it took Tylendal a moment to realize what had happened. In that moment of shock, he was pinned tightly by two orcs as a third readied a blade to impale him.
Desperate, the Elf snapped a high kick that laid the orc out onto the ground.
The orc on his right twisted his arm, sending a fist into the Elf's wound.
Tylendal paled as the pain caused his mind to reel. Eyes wide and gasping for the breath the pain had ridden him of, the orcs laughed and sent another blow into his shoulder.
Unable to stand the second wave of pain, the Elf sagged slightly between them and a mist of gray fogged the edge of his vision.
But just as quickly Tylendal forced his mind back to full awareness and sent his head back to connect with one of the orcs, twisting away and slamming his knee into the other's stomach, dropping them to the ground.
Staggering back, Tylendal realized someone was calling his name.
"Tylendal! Tylendal!"
The pained Elf turned to see one of the twin sons of Elrond coming towards him. When did they get here?
Now that he looked at his surroundings, he saw Elves charging up from the edge of the mountains to his left, with a scattering of humans among them.
Rangers. Legolas had told Tylendal of the humans who partook in the defense of the land against orcs and their like, naming themselves Rangers of the North. Tylendal, having never been to Rivendell himself but having heard a lot about it, knew they welcomed the humans.
"Tylendal, are you alright?" Elladan asked worriedly. Not far away behind him, stood Legolas and Elladan's twin brother Elrohir.
"Fine. I'm fine." Tylendal gritted out from behind clenched teeth.
Elladan eyed him carefully, before shaking his head. "Come! Not all orcs are killed." He motioned for him to follow, and proceeded to walk towards Legolas and his brother.
A gray mist still clouded his vision, but Tylendal had fought it away once and he will fight it away again.
That was his intention anyway.
What happened was he got three paces away from his three friends before the gray became black and he collapsed in midstride.
~*~*~*
Legolas had been taken completely by surprise when Tylendal suddenly stumbled and crashed to the ground.
Elladan quickly bent to check his wound. He had known it was serious, despite what Tylendal had said.
"He'll be out for a while. That is a nasty cut. We should get him to Lord Elrond." The Rivendell Elf said to a concerned Legolas.
"Riders to the East!"
Legolas oriented on the source of the shout, seeing one of the rangers pointing towards the mountain slope. Turning, Legolas saw the riders, but with keener eyesight than the men, he recognized the approaching figures as Elves.
"Prince Legolas!" one of them cried, holding up a hand in greeting.
It was the warriors from Tylendal's patrol.
~*~*~*
So sorry for the long delay! Got a new computer and everything, life has been hectic and having to wait as my sisters played with their new computer games!
Kitsune: Thanks a lot, and hope you like this chapter too.
Colagreenleaf: Welcome back! There is some good in men after all, huh? Lol.
SilverKnight7: Thanks for your review!
Thanks a lot to everyone!
Chapter Six
Tylendal was up before the others, his dreams of something dire to come driving him awake whenever he nodded off.
Something was going to happen, and it was frustrating in the way that Tylendal knew he could help if only he could figure out where. It dealt with Legolas, that was certain as well. But he couldn't figure out where 'there' was.
Pacing restlessly, he tried to think of the general direction these dreams seemed to point too. Legolas was heading west, towards Rivendell, so it was somewhere in the west.
Tylendal ceased his pacing and closed his eyes, trying to picture the dreams again. He gave up after a few moments, muttering under his breath, and looked off over the not so distant orc camp to the mountains.
Mountains? That was it! The dreams took place at the edge of the mountains, with the orcs attacking Legolas and a group of humans, probably survivors from the destruction of the town.
In the dream, the sun was just rising behind the battle, which would mean that if Tylendal were to try and help he would have to leave now, going West and slightly North, and make haste.
Filled with sudden urgency, the Mirkwood Elf ran over and grabbed a handful of his horse's mane, leaping lightly onto its back. He already had his weapons, so he was ready to go. Without a thought to his warriors, the distraught Elf took off and galloped away, being sure to give a wide berth to the orc camp.
~*~*~*
Something was going on. The humans had cared for Legolas, so the Elf was in much better shape, but his nerves were strung tight as tension gnawed at them,
The orcs had appeared, and camped up farther up the slope of the mountains. The smoke from the burning town was thinner now, but still seen.
The orcs were packing up and marching forwards. About dawn will see them here.
~*~*~*
Gutklash smiled as he viewed the fires of the humans. Only three large fires, no more than seven per fire. Compare that to the scores of orcs approaching them, they were not going to live. And somewhere down there was the Elf, whom Gutklash desired to battle yet.
Legolas was up and ready as the orcs charged, and he spotted the large orc that twice now he had almost battled charging forth in the front lines. Men were leaping up, weapons in hand. The tip of the sun could be seen edging up over the mountains.
Gutklash howled as he spotted the Elf and veered unerringly towards the fair being. A human got in his way, trying to stop the large orc. Without a thought, Gutklash gave a careless backhanded slash that opened the human up and dropped him to the ground.
Legolas raised his blades, and Gutklash's first blow was blocked.
The force of the following blow drove the lithe Elf back a step, wincing as the shock vibrated up his arms.
~*~*~*
Tylendal urged his horse to greater speeds, riding parallel to the orc host behind a rocky barrier, so they could not see him.
Guiding the horse skillfully around jagged parts of the old beaten trail he was following. Scrub and other coarse plants overgrew it, while recent rockslides had dropped fair sized stones over it.
The powerful legs of his steed powered them on, taking the rough terrain easily. Tylendal was sure the orcs could hear the thud of the horse's sharp hooves.
Clearing a large boulder that would have taken too much time to go around, Tylendal halted his horse suddenly as they reached a steep incline.
Far below them was the beginning of slaughter. A large number of orcs were charging a small group of men, and amidst the humans was the unmistakable figure of a golden haired Elf.
Legolas was in the process of fighting against a large orc, and behind him was creeping another, a craggy spear held ready.
Without hesitation Tylendal urged his horse down the slope and half sliding, half galloping the horse obeyed.
~*~*~*
Legolas ducked another powerful blow, and responded with a slash of his own, which the snarling orc easily blocked.
The orc was good, very good. He blocked Legolas' blows and came close to cutting the Elf.
A shout from behind distracted him, and he almost missed blocking a broad sided sweep of Gutklash's sword.
"Die Elf!"
Legolas spun about, to see another orc charging with a spear leveled.
There was no way he could escape that spear.
"Heyla No!"
Another shout, this one from in front and slightly to the side, turned his attention away as a figure threw himself from the back of a charging horse to tackle the orc.
"Tylendal?" Legolas shouted incredulously. What was Tylendal doing here, and how did he know?
Tylendal surged to his feet, the orc lying still upon the ground, its neck broken from the Mirkwood Elf's wild leap. Tylendal held a hand tightly to his shoulder. His dive had brought him in line with the spear, and he had received a deep slash from it before he took down the orc.
"Prince, behind you!" Tylendal shouted as Gutklash readied a fatal blow from behind. Legolas turned in time to block it.
Tylendal threw himself atop his waiting horse, drew his twin swords and, ignoring the pain in his shoulder, began to fight once more.
~*~*~*
Kadhael shook his head, exchanging looks with the other five of the patrol. They had awoken to find Tylendal and his horse gone, and all the signs pointed to the west. With a shrug, the mounted their horses in the morning light and rode off.
~*~*~*
Tylendal bared his teeth in a feral snarl as his horse reared and plunged down again, bringing its sharp hooves onto another horse.
His shoulder pained him, but he ignored it as he sliced another orc.
He turned and rode his horse quickly towards another orc. So intent was he on his newest victim, he did not see the couple of orcs that leaped at him from the side.
Rough hands suddenly grasped at the cloth of his hunting leathers, and he was hauled forcefully off the horse's back.
So surprised was he, that it took Tylendal a moment to realize what had happened. In that moment of shock, he was pinned tightly by two orcs as a third readied a blade to impale him.
Desperate, the Elf snapped a high kick that laid the orc out onto the ground.
The orc on his right twisted his arm, sending a fist into the Elf's wound.
Tylendal paled as the pain caused his mind to reel. Eyes wide and gasping for the breath the pain had ridden him of, the orcs laughed and sent another blow into his shoulder.
Unable to stand the second wave of pain, the Elf sagged slightly between them and a mist of gray fogged the edge of his vision.
But just as quickly Tylendal forced his mind back to full awareness and sent his head back to connect with one of the orcs, twisting away and slamming his knee into the other's stomach, dropping them to the ground.
Staggering back, Tylendal realized someone was calling his name.
"Tylendal! Tylendal!"
The pained Elf turned to see one of the twin sons of Elrond coming towards him. When did they get here?
Now that he looked at his surroundings, he saw Elves charging up from the edge of the mountains to his left, with a scattering of humans among them.
Rangers. Legolas had told Tylendal of the humans who partook in the defense of the land against orcs and their like, naming themselves Rangers of the North. Tylendal, having never been to Rivendell himself but having heard a lot about it, knew they welcomed the humans.
"Tylendal, are you alright?" Elladan asked worriedly. Not far away behind him, stood Legolas and Elladan's twin brother Elrohir.
"Fine. I'm fine." Tylendal gritted out from behind clenched teeth.
Elladan eyed him carefully, before shaking his head. "Come! Not all orcs are killed." He motioned for him to follow, and proceeded to walk towards Legolas and his brother.
A gray mist still clouded his vision, but Tylendal had fought it away once and he will fight it away again.
That was his intention anyway.
What happened was he got three paces away from his three friends before the gray became black and he collapsed in midstride.
~*~*~*
Legolas had been taken completely by surprise when Tylendal suddenly stumbled and crashed to the ground.
Elladan quickly bent to check his wound. He had known it was serious, despite what Tylendal had said.
"He'll be out for a while. That is a nasty cut. We should get him to Lord Elrond." The Rivendell Elf said to a concerned Legolas.
"Riders to the East!"
Legolas oriented on the source of the shout, seeing one of the rangers pointing towards the mountain slope. Turning, Legolas saw the riders, but with keener eyesight than the men, he recognized the approaching figures as Elves.
"Prince Legolas!" one of them cried, holding up a hand in greeting.
It was the warriors from Tylendal's patrol.
~*~*~*
So sorry for the long delay! Got a new computer and everything, life has been hectic and having to wait as my sisters played with their new computer games!
Kitsune: Thanks a lot, and hope you like this chapter too.
Colagreenleaf: Welcome back! There is some good in men after all, huh? Lol.
SilverKnight7: Thanks for your review!
Thanks a lot to everyone!