1 Chapter 3 – Flickers of Light
Still late in the night, everyone was sleeping peacefully except for Legolas. Some time had passed since the tantrum Legolas had thrown, and he was keeping watch as he had been before. The flickers of light in the forest continued to grow bigger and bigger as time was passing, and Legolas was still unsure of what he should do himself. If he woke everyone up, Aragorn would know that he lied, and Legolas did not want to deal with that. But if he didn't wake them up, they all surely would be killed and the journey would end right then and there. He certainly did not want to be killed. So he did what he thought was best.
"Aragorn, Aragorn! Please wake up!" Legolas slowly and carefully shook Aragorn out of his sleep. Legolas could now hear the ugly cries of the Orcs becoming louder and louder each time he shook Aragorn. Aragorn drowsily sat up. "What is it Legolas?" Aragorn was now up on his feet, sword in hand prepared for anything. He turned around quickly facing the massive trees behind him, for he now also saw the bright lights moving quickly and heard the horrendous yells from the Orcs through the blackness. "Orcs…" Aragorn said coldly. "Wake the others up. We have some work to do." Legolas did as Aragorn said as he's used to doing, but he gave him a dirty look while Aragorn wasn't paying attention. Legolas could feel his jealousy rising, but he tried his hardest to push the feelings away. He had his job, and right now he had to do it well for the sake of the Fellowship. He was the one responsible for this, and he was the one who had to fix it.
Everyone was now fully awake and ready to fight. Gimli and Boromir protected the hobbits, while Aragorn and Legolas were both ready to take action. Soon enough the pack of Orcs reached the eight, and they began fighting heavily. The first Orc was huge and ran after Aragorn. But Aragorn fought back hard as he always did, and stabbed the Orc a number of times before it fell limp to the ground. Gimli did his best to fight with his sharp axe, chopping off countless limbs and heads. Boromir did the same with his sword. The hobbits did their best to use the little skills that they had with their small swords to stab an Orc here and there, but they did try. Legolas also fought strong and hard, using his archery skills to kill as many Orcs as possible. Numerous arrows flew through the air, piercing the Orcs one by one. It was a long, severe battle, but eventually the Fellowship won. Dozens of Orc lie still and dead in the blood-soaked grass that was once dark green.
The sky became a little bit brighter now, and morning was near. Aragorn led the group down a steep grassy hill that led out of the forest. Everyone except Aragorn and Legolas seemed a little more exhausted than usual, and most of them were slowly dragging along. Legolas stayed at the back of the line, for he didn't want to stay at the front with Aragorn. He was afraid of his own jealous feelings, that they might come back to haunt him out of nowhere and cause trouble. They walked all day long and they found another spot to rest in for a few hours. It was another forest, but this forest seemed unique compared to the other one. "Here we are everyone. Ahh, I remember this forest now. I've heard hundreds of stories about it. It's called Lalelasill. Evil things surround this forest, but we will be safe from them, if we all stick close together. We will stay here to rest for awhile." Aragorn and the others pressed on deeper into the forest, but Legolas was somewhat hesitant. What if he heard those strange voices again? Were they in fact from this very forest? In spite of what his mind was warning him about, he ran a little to catch up with the rest of the group. His face certainly showed his anxiety, but once again he tried to hide it by looking away when anyone would glance at him.
Legolas wondered if the voices would come back that night, even if he wasn't asleep. If they did, what should he say to them? Should he follow them as they wished he should? He did agree with what these unusual voices were saying to him. It wouldn't be so bad if he did as they told him, would it?
Still late in the night, everyone was sleeping peacefully except for Legolas. Some time had passed since the tantrum Legolas had thrown, and he was keeping watch as he had been before. The flickers of light in the forest continued to grow bigger and bigger as time was passing, and Legolas was still unsure of what he should do himself. If he woke everyone up, Aragorn would know that he lied, and Legolas did not want to deal with that. But if he didn't wake them up, they all surely would be killed and the journey would end right then and there. He certainly did not want to be killed. So he did what he thought was best.
"Aragorn, Aragorn! Please wake up!" Legolas slowly and carefully shook Aragorn out of his sleep. Legolas could now hear the ugly cries of the Orcs becoming louder and louder each time he shook Aragorn. Aragorn drowsily sat up. "What is it Legolas?" Aragorn was now up on his feet, sword in hand prepared for anything. He turned around quickly facing the massive trees behind him, for he now also saw the bright lights moving quickly and heard the horrendous yells from the Orcs through the blackness. "Orcs…" Aragorn said coldly. "Wake the others up. We have some work to do." Legolas did as Aragorn said as he's used to doing, but he gave him a dirty look while Aragorn wasn't paying attention. Legolas could feel his jealousy rising, but he tried his hardest to push the feelings away. He had his job, and right now he had to do it well for the sake of the Fellowship. He was the one responsible for this, and he was the one who had to fix it.
Everyone was now fully awake and ready to fight. Gimli and Boromir protected the hobbits, while Aragorn and Legolas were both ready to take action. Soon enough the pack of Orcs reached the eight, and they began fighting heavily. The first Orc was huge and ran after Aragorn. But Aragorn fought back hard as he always did, and stabbed the Orc a number of times before it fell limp to the ground. Gimli did his best to fight with his sharp axe, chopping off countless limbs and heads. Boromir did the same with his sword. The hobbits did their best to use the little skills that they had with their small swords to stab an Orc here and there, but they did try. Legolas also fought strong and hard, using his archery skills to kill as many Orcs as possible. Numerous arrows flew through the air, piercing the Orcs one by one. It was a long, severe battle, but eventually the Fellowship won. Dozens of Orc lie still and dead in the blood-soaked grass that was once dark green.
The sky became a little bit brighter now, and morning was near. Aragorn led the group down a steep grassy hill that led out of the forest. Everyone except Aragorn and Legolas seemed a little more exhausted than usual, and most of them were slowly dragging along. Legolas stayed at the back of the line, for he didn't want to stay at the front with Aragorn. He was afraid of his own jealous feelings, that they might come back to haunt him out of nowhere and cause trouble. They walked all day long and they found another spot to rest in for a few hours. It was another forest, but this forest seemed unique compared to the other one. "Here we are everyone. Ahh, I remember this forest now. I've heard hundreds of stories about it. It's called Lalelasill. Evil things surround this forest, but we will be safe from them, if we all stick close together. We will stay here to rest for awhile." Aragorn and the others pressed on deeper into the forest, but Legolas was somewhat hesitant. What if he heard those strange voices again? Were they in fact from this very forest? In spite of what his mind was warning him about, he ran a little to catch up with the rest of the group. His face certainly showed his anxiety, but once again he tried to hide it by looking away when anyone would glance at him.
Legolas wondered if the voices would come back that night, even if he wasn't asleep. If they did, what should he say to them? Should he follow them as they wished he should? He did agree with what these unusual voices were saying to him. It wouldn't be so bad if he did as they told him, would it?