A/N: This chapter is very short and very sad. I'll try to have the next chapter up as soon as possible, but for now, here is the second chapter, and this is where the sadness begins. Oh, and one small note, these first chapters are pre-War of the Ring. You'll figure out when it changes. =)
Also, here are the meanings of the Elves' names:
Aiwë - small bird
Legolas - green leaf
Darye - he who waits*
Thindolfin - silver haired
Thoron - eagle
Maeglin - sharp eyes; a bright, piercing gaze
* Darye is the only one who does not fit his name. =)
~*Love Never Loses Hope*~
Chapter 2: Disaster
With the first light of dawn the Elves were off again, and now none of them spoke or smiled. There was a tension in the air, a sense of evil given off by the black tower which loomed before them. The Elves moved silently, stopping in the trees just outside Dol Guldur's walls.
"Maeglin, you and Aiwë scout the South wall," Thoron said quietly. "Thindolfin, take Darye and scout the West wall. I will take the North wall, and Legolas the East. We will meet back here in an hour."
The Elves nodded and split up, each going to scout their section of wall. They roamed through the trees, checking defenses and counting orcs. In an hour they had all returned.
"I have never seen so many orcs in my life," Aiwë said quietly. She was shivering despite the warm summer sun.
"Nor have I," Thoron said solemnly. "Come, let us leave the place."
They set off through the trees, anxious to be away from the dark fortress and its inhabitants. They had gone roughly fifteen miles when Darye fell from the trees with a cry and landed in a small clearing. The others quickly gathered around him and saw a black arrow protruding from the young Elf's leg.
"Yrch*," Thoron growled. "We cannot remove this here, we must carry on."
Thoron helped Darye to his feet. "How close are they, Maeglin?" Darye asked, ignoring the pain in his leg.
"To close," Maeglin said grimly.
As proof, a black arrow buried itself in a tree next to Maeglin's head.
"We cannot outrun them, we will have to fight," Thindolfin said gravely, gripping his bow.
There was no time for arguments as forty orcs burst through the trees into the clearing. The Elves were surrounded and outnumbered, but they fought bravely. Thindolfin and Legolas carried bows and were putting them to good use. Thoron and Maeglin stood in front and behind of Darye, swords drawn. Darye lifted his bow and did the best he could, balancing on his good leg. Aiwë flitted about like a shadow, wreaking havoc with her knife.
Then Darye shouted and fell, an arrow in his arm. Another arrow pierced his throat, ending his life. Thoron was surrounded, blood pouring from his numerous wounds. Maeglin lay in a pool of blood, his bright eyes seeing no more. An orc crept up behind Thindolfin and struck him across the head with a thick club. Thindolfin crumpled to the ground and lay still.
"Aiwë, run! Get out of here!" Legolas shouted over the noise of the battle.
"No! I will not leave you!" she shouted back.
"Aiwë! Please! Run!" Legolas yelled frantically.
Suddenly two orcs leapt at Aiwë. One grabbed her arm and the other punched her fiercely in the ribs. Aiwë managed to kill one of the orcs until another punch rendered her unconscious. Legolas saw an orc throw Aiwë over his shoulder and panic gripped the Elf prince's heart. He knew as well as any Elf that to be captured by orcs was worse than death. Desperately Legolas raced towards the orc, his quiver empty, but Maeglin's sword in his hand. The prince was stopped by a searing pain in his chest. He stared down in surprise and saw blood flowing from a wound in his chest. He sank to his knees, feeling as though he were not a part of his body, as if he was watching everything from far away.
This is not happening, this a dream, a nightmare that I shall soon awake from, he told himself as he watched Aiwë being carried away. Slowly he realized he was laying on his side, but that did not matter. What did? Please Eru, let this be a dream, he whispered. Then darkness claimed him and he knew no more.
* yrch - orc
End Chapter 2
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Also, here are the meanings of the Elves' names:
Aiwë - small bird
Legolas - green leaf
Darye - he who waits*
Thindolfin - silver haired
Thoron - eagle
Maeglin - sharp eyes; a bright, piercing gaze
* Darye is the only one who does not fit his name. =)
Chapter 2: Disaster
"Maeglin, you and Aiwë scout the South wall," Thoron said quietly. "Thindolfin, take Darye and scout the West wall. I will take the North wall, and Legolas the East. We will meet back here in an hour."
The Elves nodded and split up, each going to scout their section of wall. They roamed through the trees, checking defenses and counting orcs. In an hour they had all returned.
"I have never seen so many orcs in my life," Aiwë said quietly. She was shivering despite the warm summer sun.
"Nor have I," Thoron said solemnly. "Come, let us leave the place."
They set off through the trees, anxious to be away from the dark fortress and its inhabitants. They had gone roughly fifteen miles when Darye fell from the trees with a cry and landed in a small clearing. The others quickly gathered around him and saw a black arrow protruding from the young Elf's leg.
"Yrch*," Thoron growled. "We cannot remove this here, we must carry on."
Thoron helped Darye to his feet. "How close are they, Maeglin?" Darye asked, ignoring the pain in his leg.
"To close," Maeglin said grimly.
As proof, a black arrow buried itself in a tree next to Maeglin's head.
"We cannot outrun them, we will have to fight," Thindolfin said gravely, gripping his bow.
There was no time for arguments as forty orcs burst through the trees into the clearing. The Elves were surrounded and outnumbered, but they fought bravely. Thindolfin and Legolas carried bows and were putting them to good use. Thoron and Maeglin stood in front and behind of Darye, swords drawn. Darye lifted his bow and did the best he could, balancing on his good leg. Aiwë flitted about like a shadow, wreaking havoc with her knife.
Then Darye shouted and fell, an arrow in his arm. Another arrow pierced his throat, ending his life. Thoron was surrounded, blood pouring from his numerous wounds. Maeglin lay in a pool of blood, his bright eyes seeing no more. An orc crept up behind Thindolfin and struck him across the head with a thick club. Thindolfin crumpled to the ground and lay still.
"Aiwë, run! Get out of here!" Legolas shouted over the noise of the battle.
"No! I will not leave you!" she shouted back.
"Aiwë! Please! Run!" Legolas yelled frantically.
Suddenly two orcs leapt at Aiwë. One grabbed her arm and the other punched her fiercely in the ribs. Aiwë managed to kill one of the orcs until another punch rendered her unconscious. Legolas saw an orc throw Aiwë over his shoulder and panic gripped the Elf prince's heart. He knew as well as any Elf that to be captured by orcs was worse than death. Desperately Legolas raced towards the orc, his quiver empty, but Maeglin's sword in his hand. The prince was stopped by a searing pain in his chest. He stared down in surprise and saw blood flowing from a wound in his chest. He sank to his knees, feeling as though he were not a part of his body, as if he was watching everything from far away.
This is not happening, this a dream, a nightmare that I shall soon awake from, he told himself as he watched Aiwë being carried away. Slowly he realized he was laying on his side, but that did not matter. What did? Please Eru, let this be a dream, he whispered. Then darkness claimed him and he knew no more.
* yrch - orc
End Chapter 2
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