O.o! wow… yesterday was amazingly good. I wont rub it in, but wow. Oh well, On with the fic. Oh yeah, and If Jeanie*girl is reading this thankyou everly so much for the reveiws…go read Glorius and fight for calenhand (sp?) they are good stories...
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Maegmariel retreated from the chaos. She had been shooting as fast as she could, but to no avail it seemed. Orcs still came in great numbers, pouring from the forest. After a moments rest, she went to kneel beside her brother, who was also resting. He was sitting, legs drawn to his chest, hands on his knees, and head back with his eyes closed. Amongst all the calamity going on around him, he was smiling slightly, as if reliving a memory. This puzzled her, but she let it go and turned them around to walk away. Thinking of something, she went and sat beside Legolas again.
"I assume from your silence that Annundaeiel is alive and safe."
The smile, however slight, disappeared from his face, and he opened his eyes
"I would not say safe, no one is safe here, but certainly alive."
Maegmariel nodded, he was right, and held her hand out to help him up. He took they offered hand, and they continued with the battle. Legolas went to the front lines, and was followed by Maegmariel. To him, it seemed that the orcs were less in number, no less in fierceness. Pausing to load his bow, his sister's voice rose above the clatter.
"Legolas!"
He looked up to find Maegmariel's bow trained to point at his forehead. Without thinking, he threw himself to the side, and a second later, a thump was heard as the arrow burrowed deep into an orcs armor. The orc however, would not give up so easily; it raised its crude weapon to slash Legolas. He turned the tables on the thing, by taking out his dagger, and slitting its neck. The orcs sank to the ground in front of them. Legolas turned to thank his sister, but she held up her hand.
"I would meet the same fate as that orc if any harm came to you, I was simply covering my back!"
Legolas smiled, knowing that it was true, not only from his father, but Annundaeiel as well. He wondered if she already knew, but then shrugged it off as he continued to shoot.
A triumphant yell was heard in the distance, and all gained new hope from its voicing. The captain of the orcs had been killed, and they were finally retreating, under the command of an apparent second-in-command. A whistle, first high, then falling slowly in pitch echoed in the woods. As one, all orcs turned and fled into the night.
Maegmariel stood open mouthed for a moment, then joined in the cheers.
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Hmmmm not bad, I've never written battle scenes before, so that's not to bad.
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Maegmariel retreated from the chaos. She had been shooting as fast as she could, but to no avail it seemed. Orcs still came in great numbers, pouring from the forest. After a moments rest, she went to kneel beside her brother, who was also resting. He was sitting, legs drawn to his chest, hands on his knees, and head back with his eyes closed. Amongst all the calamity going on around him, he was smiling slightly, as if reliving a memory. This puzzled her, but she let it go and turned them around to walk away. Thinking of something, she went and sat beside Legolas again.
"I assume from your silence that Annundaeiel is alive and safe."
The smile, however slight, disappeared from his face, and he opened his eyes
"I would not say safe, no one is safe here, but certainly alive."
Maegmariel nodded, he was right, and held her hand out to help him up. He took they offered hand, and they continued with the battle. Legolas went to the front lines, and was followed by Maegmariel. To him, it seemed that the orcs were less in number, no less in fierceness. Pausing to load his bow, his sister's voice rose above the clatter.
"Legolas!"
He looked up to find Maegmariel's bow trained to point at his forehead. Without thinking, he threw himself to the side, and a second later, a thump was heard as the arrow burrowed deep into an orcs armor. The orc however, would not give up so easily; it raised its crude weapon to slash Legolas. He turned the tables on the thing, by taking out his dagger, and slitting its neck. The orcs sank to the ground in front of them. Legolas turned to thank his sister, but she held up her hand.
"I would meet the same fate as that orc if any harm came to you, I was simply covering my back!"
Legolas smiled, knowing that it was true, not only from his father, but Annundaeiel as well. He wondered if she already knew, but then shrugged it off as he continued to shoot.
A triumphant yell was heard in the distance, and all gained new hope from its voicing. The captain of the orcs had been killed, and they were finally retreating, under the command of an apparent second-in-command. A whistle, first high, then falling slowly in pitch echoed in the woods. As one, all orcs turned and fled into the night.
Maegmariel stood open mouthed for a moment, then joined in the cheers.
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Hmmmm not bad, I've never written battle scenes before, so that's not to bad.