Ging?
Disclaimer- Sadly, J.R. Tolkien owns everything *sob*. RinoaDestiny owns the name Nimthôn.
A/N- Thanks so much to Dauphin for leaving a review pointing out that Nimthôn was an invented name created by RinoaDestiny…. Oops, sorry. So RinoaDestiny owns that. Thanks also to songfire, marajade334, and hey- jude909 for reviewing!
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The sun was barely peeking its rays out from the high trees of outer Mirkwood when Legolas and Nimthôn set out swiftly among the tall branches of their forest, ready to patrol and defend their home. Nimthon, the eldest of the royal family, had volunteered to accompany his youngest and only brother on his first serious patrol. For despite the fact that Legolas could easily learn from any other elven defender, he felt that it was…actually, somehow his responsibility to take care of his brother ever since his mother and other brother had died in an Orc attack. Besides, his father, as a king, could not be bothered from his work for his kingdom to simply watch over and accompany his son on his first and very dangerous patrol. There was plenty of other elves well suited and trusted enough to help the youngest prince on his first task. But Nimthôn knew that unusually, this was not just some small group of Orcs that they were facing; thus the reason for his decision to volunteer to go with his brother.
The brothers suddenly stopped from their silent patrol around the borders of their kingdom, each landing softly on a branch they had chosen. Nimthôn held up a hand for silence towards a somewhat confused but obedient brother. After a moment of silence and keen hearing senses up to work, Nimthôn finally spoke, a question not only directed towards Legolas but also to himself.
"What do you hear?"
"I think…yes, might it be the footsteps from some creatures coming north...?" Legolas answered softly, before lapsing into silence again.
Suddenly he stiffened, and in an almost awe-like voice, murmured, "Orcs".
Nimthôn smiled a little to himself, despite the seriousness of the moment. Like himself, his father, and his long-deceased mother, his little brother was quick. The thought had just barely passed into his mind before Legolas had said the fated word, Orcs.
He quickly climbed up to the top of the towering tree, beckoning Legolas to follow him. Legolas did his brother's bidding, and followed swiftly after him. Pretty soon, the brothers were camouflaged neatly, perched atop the tallest branch of their tree.
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Legolas' keen eyes searched swiftly across the wood; it wasn't long before he spotted a small herd of grey things wearing blackened armor trampling towards their way from about a mile away. He stiffened in sudden anger. So these are Orcs, he thought. Suddenly a flash of white, something distinctly reminding him of a dress, caught his eye. He swiftly leapt forward on to the next tree, a great oak, when the white glimmer that had caught his eye before revealed itself. It was a young elf-child, lying trapped with the Orcs looming towards her way…
"Arwen!" Legolas whispered, stricken. She was his cousin, and only a few decades younger than him. He suddenly thought about the consequences if he hadn't spotted her, but quickly dismissed the idea as the situation arose before him. He thought quickly, I could go forward alone, somehow get to her before the Orcs did, but then my cover would be broken and it would be too risky. I could also… At this point Legolas couldn't think of anything else. Then, suddenly he knew what to do.
He called back softly in elvish, "Nimthôn! Arwen is in danger. We must go."
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Once he saw the dreaded Orcs, Nimthôn had immediately lapsed into vigorous thoughts about the best way to attack, the positions of the other elves and the best way to alert them, whether he should alert all of them or leave a good amount back to defend from other attacks, and so on…. Only a few seconds had flown by when he finally reached a conclusion, and was about to signal the nearby elves when he heard his brother say, "Nimthôn! Arwen is in danger. We must go." He looked towards Legolas, but his brother had already gone. Nimthôn followed quickly. His little cousin Arwen and his brother should not be going into danger without him heading after them too.
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"Arwen!" Legolas called frantically as soon as he had spotted her on the forest ground. "What is the matter-" Then he saw. His cousin lay unconscious, an arrow buried deep into her side. He checked her pause, and thankfully found that she was still alive. He suddenly tightened in anger (for as a young elf, he had really never learned patience yet) at the Orcs, sworn enemies of his kind, even as he was attempting to pick her up and carry her to safety and help.
It was then, that the first Orc head popped up behind the bushes.
Disclaimer- Sadly, J.R. Tolkien owns everything *sob*. RinoaDestiny owns the name Nimthôn.
A/N- Thanks so much to Dauphin for leaving a review pointing out that Nimthôn was an invented name created by RinoaDestiny…. Oops, sorry. So RinoaDestiny owns that. Thanks also to songfire, marajade334, and hey- jude909 for reviewing!
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The sun was barely peeking its rays out from the high trees of outer Mirkwood when Legolas and Nimthôn set out swiftly among the tall branches of their forest, ready to patrol and defend their home. Nimthon, the eldest of the royal family, had volunteered to accompany his youngest and only brother on his first serious patrol. For despite the fact that Legolas could easily learn from any other elven defender, he felt that it was…actually, somehow his responsibility to take care of his brother ever since his mother and other brother had died in an Orc attack. Besides, his father, as a king, could not be bothered from his work for his kingdom to simply watch over and accompany his son on his first and very dangerous patrol. There was plenty of other elves well suited and trusted enough to help the youngest prince on his first task. But Nimthôn knew that unusually, this was not just some small group of Orcs that they were facing; thus the reason for his decision to volunteer to go with his brother.
The brothers suddenly stopped from their silent patrol around the borders of their kingdom, each landing softly on a branch they had chosen. Nimthôn held up a hand for silence towards a somewhat confused but obedient brother. After a moment of silence and keen hearing senses up to work, Nimthôn finally spoke, a question not only directed towards Legolas but also to himself.
"What do you hear?"
"I think…yes, might it be the footsteps from some creatures coming north...?" Legolas answered softly, before lapsing into silence again.
Suddenly he stiffened, and in an almost awe-like voice, murmured, "Orcs".
Nimthôn smiled a little to himself, despite the seriousness of the moment. Like himself, his father, and his long-deceased mother, his little brother was quick. The thought had just barely passed into his mind before Legolas had said the fated word, Orcs.
He quickly climbed up to the top of the towering tree, beckoning Legolas to follow him. Legolas did his brother's bidding, and followed swiftly after him. Pretty soon, the brothers were camouflaged neatly, perched atop the tallest branch of their tree.
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Legolas' keen eyes searched swiftly across the wood; it wasn't long before he spotted a small herd of grey things wearing blackened armor trampling towards their way from about a mile away. He stiffened in sudden anger. So these are Orcs, he thought. Suddenly a flash of white, something distinctly reminding him of a dress, caught his eye. He swiftly leapt forward on to the next tree, a great oak, when the white glimmer that had caught his eye before revealed itself. It was a young elf-child, lying trapped with the Orcs looming towards her way…
"Arwen!" Legolas whispered, stricken. She was his cousin, and only a few decades younger than him. He suddenly thought about the consequences if he hadn't spotted her, but quickly dismissed the idea as the situation arose before him. He thought quickly, I could go forward alone, somehow get to her before the Orcs did, but then my cover would be broken and it would be too risky. I could also… At this point Legolas couldn't think of anything else. Then, suddenly he knew what to do.
He called back softly in elvish, "Nimthôn! Arwen is in danger. We must go."
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Once he saw the dreaded Orcs, Nimthôn had immediately lapsed into vigorous thoughts about the best way to attack, the positions of the other elves and the best way to alert them, whether he should alert all of them or leave a good amount back to defend from other attacks, and so on…. Only a few seconds had flown by when he finally reached a conclusion, and was about to signal the nearby elves when he heard his brother say, "Nimthôn! Arwen is in danger. We must go." He looked towards Legolas, but his brother had already gone. Nimthôn followed quickly. His little cousin Arwen and his brother should not be going into danger without him heading after them too.
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"Arwen!" Legolas called frantically as soon as he had spotted her on the forest ground. "What is the matter-" Then he saw. His cousin lay unconscious, an arrow buried deep into her side. He checked her pause, and thankfully found that she was still alive. He suddenly tightened in anger (for as a young elf, he had really never learned patience yet) at the Orcs, sworn enemies of his kind, even as he was attempting to pick her up and carry her to safety and help.
It was then, that the first Orc head popped up behind the bushes.