Farther from Safety
(Three Days from the Parting of the Men)
"I wonder how the boys are doing," Ellrolin mused. "Do you think they could be already fighting?"
"I don't think so. They probably have to group and plan first," answered Elhenin. She had only said that because she didn't want to believe they had started fighting. She didn't want Aragorn, Eldarion, Legolas, Lenomial, or anyone else to fight!
"Why don't we go spy on them and see what they're doing," said Ellrolin. "We can stay in the trees above them and maybe we can make sure they are alright. I'm afraid for Father, Eldarion, and I do not want Legolas to die either."
Elhenin began to object, but stopped. Just making sure they were alright would be fine, right? As long as it was nothing more. "Let's go get Elmeraith! She wouldn't want to be left behind in something like this!" Elhenin exclaimed.
"Alright," said Ellrolin. "Let's go." She leaped from the tree and made her way, slowly to the ground. Elhenin did the same and they raced towards the village to find Elmeraith.
"Elmeraith!" Ellrolin said as she ran into Elmeraith's room with Elhenin trailing behind. "We're going to go spy on the boys and make sure they are alright. Come or don't come, but we're going."
Elmeraith was puzzled by their urgency. "Um…are you sure you want to? It could be dangerous. I'm sure they're fine and it's…"
"It can't be that dangerous in the trees," Elhenin said. "Besides, you have a pretty good aim with arrows if they are needed."
"But we're going now," said Ellrolin, pretending to be heading out the door. "Don't leave without me!" Elmeraith finally said. She found an overwhelming urge to make sure Legolas was alright. "I'll come along, just let me get my arrows." While Elmeraith gathered her bow and arrows, Ellrolin slipped a few long knives in her pockets. "You don't need knives…" began Elhenin.
"Shh!" hissed Ellrolin. She extended herself to full height over her sister. "You never know when we may need them."
Elhenin gave her sister a queer look. She couldn't help notice that this was strange behavior for her sister. She never liked carrying knives and here, suddenly, she acted as if she too was going out for war.
"Let's go," Elmeraith said as she slung her bow over her back. "I know what direction they've headed."
"Whose there?" shouted an orc, with a rough voice.
"Hold your fire," whispered Legolas, stretching his arms out in front of the elves, which were pulling out arrows. "His scream will stir everyone."
"We can't just wait here, Legolas. We have to fight sometime. I say we do it now," Eldarion said, stretching his arrow out, ready to shoot.
"I am in charge!" hissed Legolas in a whisper. "You are prince of Gondor, not prince of Mirkwood! I SAID hold your fire!"
Eldarion grumbled and pulled down his arrow. "I said, whose there? I'll beat your bloody hides if you don't show yourself!" yelled the orc. Lenomial stirred in his place. "The longer we wait, the longer this all will take. The orcs are unprepared and naive. If we wait too long, that single orc will get others to investigate and then they will be ready," Lenomial said.
Legolas nodded. "Yes, I think you are right. You may shoot him, Lenomial."
Lenomial seized an arrow and pulled it back on the string at full length. 'Twang,' it pierced the orc and he cried out loudly in agony. It's dark body fell to the ground. All of the elves jumped up for an attack.
"Wait," paused Elmeraith, listening attentively to every sound. "I think I hear yelling. It's far off."
"Well then lets hurry!" Elhenin said. She quickly ran towards a direction while her sister's straggled behind a little ways. The voices became clearer and louder as the girls' ran through the branches and bushes of the forest. The voices became so close and loud that the girls had to carefully and quietly climb up a tree. They helped each other climb a tall, winding tree and when the looked over they saw many, many elves and orcs.
"These aren't just elve's from that one village," Elmeraith announced. "These elves could be from several places of the forest."
"And in all of these bodies, how could we ever find father or Eldarion?" Ellrolin choked out.
No one answered. They searched the plain, but all they could see were unfamiliar elves and bodies on the ground, staining the forest floor with their blood.
"I can't take this!" Elmeraith said, pulling out her bow and arrow. She shot several orcs, only missing once, but nothing she could do would really help. No one paid any attention to them in the tree, though they stood up and were easy to spot.
"Let's go back," said Ellrolin nervously.
"No, wait," Elhenin said. She spotted Lenomial for only a brief second, but he disappeared, screaming, falling under the waves of orcs and elves. "We- We cant come here and watch, then leave. I have to…" she never finished her sentence. She grabbed onto a vine. It was a very thin, dead vine, but she leaped from the tree with it in her hand anyhow.
"Elhenin, no!" Elmeraith and Ellrolin both shouted, trying to grab her hand, but it was too late. Elhenin flew from the tree and before she touched the ground, the vine cracked and broke from the tree. Elhenin fell and rolled into the thick crowd, but disappeared from sight.
"She could be trampled to death!" Ellrolin screamed as she watched orcs running around, crushing bodies. There were no other vines so they desperately crawled from the tree and ran into the crowd of orcs and elves. Knives and arrows were flying aimlessly and there was very much confusion.
Ellrolin and Elmeraith dropped to their knees and crawled through the thick crowds. They were pushed and stepped on, but they kept going. "We're helplessly lost! We can't find her!" said Ellrolin, briefly looking at one of the bodies. "I'm going to be sick."
"It's just like you to give up," Elmeraith snapped in frustration. They both searched faster, making their way under other's feet, cutting themselves every so often on dropped knives and arrows.
"Look!" Elmeraith whispered to her sister after catching a flash of brown hair. "That must be her. Most of the Mirkwood elves had blond hair."
They crawled under more legs and around the elves and orcs till they came upon Elhenin. She sat next to an elf with golden hair and green eyes—Lenomial. Through his shoulder was a dagger and the blood was running over him. Orcs bent over Elhenin, pulling her hair and grabbing her shoulders with their frightfully strong hands. "Let me go!" she yelled. This only made the orcs laugh harder. They pulled her away from Lenomial and towards their home.
Elmeraith searched frantically. She rummaged around her pockets but she had no knives. "What are we going to do?" she asked Ellrolin, expecting no answer.
Ellrolin's face twisted with rage as she jumped up an onto an orc's back. She grasped the orcs rough shoulder with one hand and rummaged in her pockets with another. A long knife that she had borrowed was firmly in her hand when she drew it from her pocket. It gleamed silver. She pulled her arm back as the orc grabbed her leg with his nails. As he began breaking her skin, her arm came down and the long knife's tip met and sunk into his black hide. The other orcs began to frantically grab her also, but she sliced fingers from hands and stuck faces, making orcs fall on the ground with pain.
Elmeraith continued searching for some sort of weapon. She pulled a long, poisonous sword from an Orc's sheath. She clenched her teeth in anger as she saw her two sisters struggling. She swung her arm back and in a circle and the sword left her hand. It flew only two yards away and sunk and pierced through two orcs. The elves all seemed to be far away, except Lenomial who was out cold. Too many orcs crowded around the three girls and drug them away, farther and farther from any safety they might have with the elves.
Lenomial's eyes twitched a little as he gained consciousness and they seemed to wander around till they came upon Elhenin, firmly being held by a dark-skinned orc. Lenomial closed his eyes and clenched his teeth as he pulled the dagger out of his shoulder. "Ahh!" he screamed with pain as the dagger came out and fell to the grass. He tried his best to ignore the throbbing that seized him as he staggered after the three hostages, but it seemed to drag him down. But this didn't make him give up. He kept on stumbling after the three half-elven girls and he was determined to find some way to help them.
I know, I stopped at the WRONG spot, but I have to baby-sit. Elmeraith always seems to get into some kind of trouble, doesn't she? They can make it a little tough for Legolas sometimes!! Lol. Well, I'll continue later.
-Lauren
(Three Days from the Parting of the Men)
"I wonder how the boys are doing," Ellrolin mused. "Do you think they could be already fighting?"
"I don't think so. They probably have to group and plan first," answered Elhenin. She had only said that because she didn't want to believe they had started fighting. She didn't want Aragorn, Eldarion, Legolas, Lenomial, or anyone else to fight!
"Why don't we go spy on them and see what they're doing," said Ellrolin. "We can stay in the trees above them and maybe we can make sure they are alright. I'm afraid for Father, Eldarion, and I do not want Legolas to die either."
Elhenin began to object, but stopped. Just making sure they were alright would be fine, right? As long as it was nothing more. "Let's go get Elmeraith! She wouldn't want to be left behind in something like this!" Elhenin exclaimed.
"Alright," said Ellrolin. "Let's go." She leaped from the tree and made her way, slowly to the ground. Elhenin did the same and they raced towards the village to find Elmeraith.
"Elmeraith!" Ellrolin said as she ran into Elmeraith's room with Elhenin trailing behind. "We're going to go spy on the boys and make sure they are alright. Come or don't come, but we're going."
Elmeraith was puzzled by their urgency. "Um…are you sure you want to? It could be dangerous. I'm sure they're fine and it's…"
"It can't be that dangerous in the trees," Elhenin said. "Besides, you have a pretty good aim with arrows if they are needed."
"But we're going now," said Ellrolin, pretending to be heading out the door. "Don't leave without me!" Elmeraith finally said. She found an overwhelming urge to make sure Legolas was alright. "I'll come along, just let me get my arrows." While Elmeraith gathered her bow and arrows, Ellrolin slipped a few long knives in her pockets. "You don't need knives…" began Elhenin.
"Shh!" hissed Ellrolin. She extended herself to full height over her sister. "You never know when we may need them."
Elhenin gave her sister a queer look. She couldn't help notice that this was strange behavior for her sister. She never liked carrying knives and here, suddenly, she acted as if she too was going out for war.
"Let's go," Elmeraith said as she slung her bow over her back. "I know what direction they've headed."
"Whose there?" shouted an orc, with a rough voice.
"Hold your fire," whispered Legolas, stretching his arms out in front of the elves, which were pulling out arrows. "His scream will stir everyone."
"We can't just wait here, Legolas. We have to fight sometime. I say we do it now," Eldarion said, stretching his arrow out, ready to shoot.
"I am in charge!" hissed Legolas in a whisper. "You are prince of Gondor, not prince of Mirkwood! I SAID hold your fire!"
Eldarion grumbled and pulled down his arrow. "I said, whose there? I'll beat your bloody hides if you don't show yourself!" yelled the orc. Lenomial stirred in his place. "The longer we wait, the longer this all will take. The orcs are unprepared and naive. If we wait too long, that single orc will get others to investigate and then they will be ready," Lenomial said.
Legolas nodded. "Yes, I think you are right. You may shoot him, Lenomial."
Lenomial seized an arrow and pulled it back on the string at full length. 'Twang,' it pierced the orc and he cried out loudly in agony. It's dark body fell to the ground. All of the elves jumped up for an attack.
"Wait," paused Elmeraith, listening attentively to every sound. "I think I hear yelling. It's far off."
"Well then lets hurry!" Elhenin said. She quickly ran towards a direction while her sister's straggled behind a little ways. The voices became clearer and louder as the girls' ran through the branches and bushes of the forest. The voices became so close and loud that the girls had to carefully and quietly climb up a tree. They helped each other climb a tall, winding tree and when the looked over they saw many, many elves and orcs.
"These aren't just elve's from that one village," Elmeraith announced. "These elves could be from several places of the forest."
"And in all of these bodies, how could we ever find father or Eldarion?" Ellrolin choked out.
No one answered. They searched the plain, but all they could see were unfamiliar elves and bodies on the ground, staining the forest floor with their blood.
"I can't take this!" Elmeraith said, pulling out her bow and arrow. She shot several orcs, only missing once, but nothing she could do would really help. No one paid any attention to them in the tree, though they stood up and were easy to spot.
"Let's go back," said Ellrolin nervously.
"No, wait," Elhenin said. She spotted Lenomial for only a brief second, but he disappeared, screaming, falling under the waves of orcs and elves. "We- We cant come here and watch, then leave. I have to…" she never finished her sentence. She grabbed onto a vine. It was a very thin, dead vine, but she leaped from the tree with it in her hand anyhow.
"Elhenin, no!" Elmeraith and Ellrolin both shouted, trying to grab her hand, but it was too late. Elhenin flew from the tree and before she touched the ground, the vine cracked and broke from the tree. Elhenin fell and rolled into the thick crowd, but disappeared from sight.
"She could be trampled to death!" Ellrolin screamed as she watched orcs running around, crushing bodies. There were no other vines so they desperately crawled from the tree and ran into the crowd of orcs and elves. Knives and arrows were flying aimlessly and there was very much confusion.
Ellrolin and Elmeraith dropped to their knees and crawled through the thick crowds. They were pushed and stepped on, but they kept going. "We're helplessly lost! We can't find her!" said Ellrolin, briefly looking at one of the bodies. "I'm going to be sick."
"It's just like you to give up," Elmeraith snapped in frustration. They both searched faster, making their way under other's feet, cutting themselves every so often on dropped knives and arrows.
"Look!" Elmeraith whispered to her sister after catching a flash of brown hair. "That must be her. Most of the Mirkwood elves had blond hair."
They crawled under more legs and around the elves and orcs till they came upon Elhenin. She sat next to an elf with golden hair and green eyes—Lenomial. Through his shoulder was a dagger and the blood was running over him. Orcs bent over Elhenin, pulling her hair and grabbing her shoulders with their frightfully strong hands. "Let me go!" she yelled. This only made the orcs laugh harder. They pulled her away from Lenomial and towards their home.
Elmeraith searched frantically. She rummaged around her pockets but she had no knives. "What are we going to do?" she asked Ellrolin, expecting no answer.
Ellrolin's face twisted with rage as she jumped up an onto an orc's back. She grasped the orcs rough shoulder with one hand and rummaged in her pockets with another. A long knife that she had borrowed was firmly in her hand when she drew it from her pocket. It gleamed silver. She pulled her arm back as the orc grabbed her leg with his nails. As he began breaking her skin, her arm came down and the long knife's tip met and sunk into his black hide. The other orcs began to frantically grab her also, but she sliced fingers from hands and stuck faces, making orcs fall on the ground with pain.
Elmeraith continued searching for some sort of weapon. She pulled a long, poisonous sword from an Orc's sheath. She clenched her teeth in anger as she saw her two sisters struggling. She swung her arm back and in a circle and the sword left her hand. It flew only two yards away and sunk and pierced through two orcs. The elves all seemed to be far away, except Lenomial who was out cold. Too many orcs crowded around the three girls and drug them away, farther and farther from any safety they might have with the elves.
Lenomial's eyes twitched a little as he gained consciousness and they seemed to wander around till they came upon Elhenin, firmly being held by a dark-skinned orc. Lenomial closed his eyes and clenched his teeth as he pulled the dagger out of his shoulder. "Ahh!" he screamed with pain as the dagger came out and fell to the grass. He tried his best to ignore the throbbing that seized him as he staggered after the three hostages, but it seemed to drag him down. But this didn't make him give up. He kept on stumbling after the three half-elven girls and he was determined to find some way to help them.
I know, I stopped at the WRONG spot, but I have to baby-sit. Elmeraith always seems to get into some kind of trouble, doesn't she? They can make it a little tough for Legolas sometimes!! Lol. Well, I'll continue later.
-Lauren
