Chapter 13
Legolas stared up at the temple. The engravings at the top were remarkable. There was a dragon flying over a sheep. The Shepard was just gazing above. The Dragon carried a passenger, a human girl, waving down below.
Frodo smiled. "Amazing, isn't it?" Legolas remained silent. He brought his head down to the entrance. It was guarded by a small hobbit with a pipe and a short spear.
"They don't know, do they?" he asked. Frodo sighed.
"No, they just think that it's a sacred temple. They have no idea of the power." Frodo suddenly sounded old, telling of so much information. Legolas sighed.
"I need, more arrows." he said. It was an excuse, but it was true as well. Only one arrow was armed in his bag. He turned away and headed towards some trees. Frodo followed, and they both made arrows near the temple.
***
Griffin didn't see them first, but did hear the cry. "They're coming! They're coming!" the young hobbit rushed outside, staring up the hill that lead to the falls. It was brown with the marching creatures. Flags were carried, bearing a tooth stained with blood. He gasped.
"I must find Mr. Legolas!" he muttered to himself, rushing off towards the temple.
***
'I don't want to!" cried Sam. Joanila struggled to hold him back. "I can't!" Joanila waited until he was pulling with all his weight, then she let go. He fell to the ground. Andréa was nearby, watching them intently.
"Sam! Stop!" but then she felt it, a burning spear of worry through her heart. Sam quickly got up from the ground and turned to her.
"Mrs. Joanila! Something is not right! Mr. Frodo hasn't returned, and they both would've been back right now!" Joanila ignored him as a vision came to her mind.
Aragorn was tied, being pushed along by the horrible creatures. His face was cut, but the blood was dry. He was clearly in pain, sweat was beading on his forehead. Joanila gasped to see the army behind him.
Then the vision changed, there was a small village. A stable was clearly shown. She breathed hard as a scent of fire entered her mouth. She saw horses inside, rather nerved. She then saw Legolas, nearby the stable. She gasped.
'Get a horse, Legolas!' she thought urgently. 'Get a horse!"
***
Legolas didn't hear the screams across town, or the nervous whinnies of the horses in the nearby stable. He just felt it. He stood and looked. Frodo continued making arrows, enjoying himself quite a bit.
The hills were dark with the army of the enemy. Legolas felt something else there, something that he longed to see, but couldn't. He felt heat rise over him. He looked at Frodo.
"Get me a horse!" he cried. Legolas ran off, planning to return a little later for his steed. He ran into the yard of one home and rapped on the door. It opened almost immediately. "Go! Go to the hills!" Legolas ran to the next house.
Frodo saw the army, and didn't understand at first. When it hit him, he went and got a horse for Legolas. Legolas returned later, packed his arrows, and mounted the white horse. He looked down at Frodo.
"Meet me outside Griffin's home in half-an-hour with more arrows!" he commanded. Frodo nodded and scurried off. Legolas kicked his horse's flanks and galloped off.
Now, Hobbits were filling the streets. Confusion and fear gripped the little village. Legolas neared the edge of town where the gardens ended. He armed his bow and fired at the beasts. He heard a screech about them when one died.
Legolas continued firing arrows until he noticed Hirmianal shoving Aragorn at the front.
***
Griffin gave Frodo all the arrows he had. They were poorly crafted, some were crooked. But they were better then nothing. Frodo watched the army advance, and started ripping branched from trees. He skipped shaving, but made them straighter and carved the point. In fifteen minutes, he had maybe forty arrows, including the ones that Griffin had given him.
When half-an-hour had passed, he had made sixty-three arrows. He looked around for Legolas, but he was nowhere in sight. Just a little Hobbit with a spear running down the street.
***
Aragorn felt the ropes cutting off his circulation. He was forced to watch the Beasts light the first house to flames. The smoke caused his eyes to tear, but he refused to cry.
"Face it, Aragorn." growled Hirmianal. "You and your kind down stand a chance." he drew a sword. "Fortunately, you won't be around to see the destruction of middle-earth." Aragorn was ready for a blow, but he just heard a screech.
He looked ahead to see Legolas throw the reins of a horse ahead of him. It ran ahead, and stopped near Aragorn. Aragorn grabbed the fallen sword and began to work on his ropes. Legolas was firing arrows at the Beasts until he was out, Aragorn still wasn't finished cutting the ropes.
A beast ran at him, somewhat smaller then the others. The horse reacted for him, kicking out its strong legs. They caught the charging creature in the chest, forcing out a puff of air and knocking him backwards. When the roped binding Aragorn's wrists gave and ripped away, he mounted the horse and charged towards Legolas.
They ran down the empty street and around the corner, Aragorn on steed, Legolas on foot. They didn't dare look back at the pursuing creatures.
Legolas motioned for Aragorn to stop near a stable. Aragorn got off of the horse. Legolas smiled at his face, which was twisted in disbelief.
"You're alive?" he asked. Legolas nodded. He took the horse and mounted it. It pranced with pleasure as the spirit of an elf mixed with it. Legolas pointed near the stable.
"Go inside the temple! Find the tomb!" Aragorn turned in shock to see the beautiful Temple of Oral Hishinb. "I'll find you!" Legolas turned his horse and ran down the street. Aragorn watched him go until the war cries of the Beasts erupted from not very far away. He turned towards the temple.
***
Frodo sighed with relief to see Legolas ride up on the white steed. He handed the elf his arrows. Legolas nodded his thanks and headed back to the temple after yelling for Frodo to flee.
The beasts were advancing on the temple when he arrived. Legolas dismounted and slapped the horse's rear in signal for it to run. It reared and headed towards the stables. Legolas ran to the door of the temple, sliding it open to reveal darkness. There was the stingy smell of decay about the air. Legolas gasped in fresh air before he tumbled down a staircase into darkness.
Legolas passed by torches that had long been put out. He felt alone in the darkness, so he called out.
"Aragorn!" the cry echoed throughout the tunnels, bouncing off the walls into the solid darkness.
"Legolas!" Aragorn cried. "Help me!"
Legolas stared up at the temple. The engravings at the top were remarkable. There was a dragon flying over a sheep. The Shepard was just gazing above. The Dragon carried a passenger, a human girl, waving down below.
Frodo smiled. "Amazing, isn't it?" Legolas remained silent. He brought his head down to the entrance. It was guarded by a small hobbit with a pipe and a short spear.
"They don't know, do they?" he asked. Frodo sighed.
"No, they just think that it's a sacred temple. They have no idea of the power." Frodo suddenly sounded old, telling of so much information. Legolas sighed.
"I need, more arrows." he said. It was an excuse, but it was true as well. Only one arrow was armed in his bag. He turned away and headed towards some trees. Frodo followed, and they both made arrows near the temple.
***
Griffin didn't see them first, but did hear the cry. "They're coming! They're coming!" the young hobbit rushed outside, staring up the hill that lead to the falls. It was brown with the marching creatures. Flags were carried, bearing a tooth stained with blood. He gasped.
"I must find Mr. Legolas!" he muttered to himself, rushing off towards the temple.
***
'I don't want to!" cried Sam. Joanila struggled to hold him back. "I can't!" Joanila waited until he was pulling with all his weight, then she let go. He fell to the ground. Andréa was nearby, watching them intently.
"Sam! Stop!" but then she felt it, a burning spear of worry through her heart. Sam quickly got up from the ground and turned to her.
"Mrs. Joanila! Something is not right! Mr. Frodo hasn't returned, and they both would've been back right now!" Joanila ignored him as a vision came to her mind.
Aragorn was tied, being pushed along by the horrible creatures. His face was cut, but the blood was dry. He was clearly in pain, sweat was beading on his forehead. Joanila gasped to see the army behind him.
Then the vision changed, there was a small village. A stable was clearly shown. She breathed hard as a scent of fire entered her mouth. She saw horses inside, rather nerved. She then saw Legolas, nearby the stable. She gasped.
'Get a horse, Legolas!' she thought urgently. 'Get a horse!"
***
Legolas didn't hear the screams across town, or the nervous whinnies of the horses in the nearby stable. He just felt it. He stood and looked. Frodo continued making arrows, enjoying himself quite a bit.
The hills were dark with the army of the enemy. Legolas felt something else there, something that he longed to see, but couldn't. He felt heat rise over him. He looked at Frodo.
"Get me a horse!" he cried. Legolas ran off, planning to return a little later for his steed. He ran into the yard of one home and rapped on the door. It opened almost immediately. "Go! Go to the hills!" Legolas ran to the next house.
Frodo saw the army, and didn't understand at first. When it hit him, he went and got a horse for Legolas. Legolas returned later, packed his arrows, and mounted the white horse. He looked down at Frodo.
"Meet me outside Griffin's home in half-an-hour with more arrows!" he commanded. Frodo nodded and scurried off. Legolas kicked his horse's flanks and galloped off.
Now, Hobbits were filling the streets. Confusion and fear gripped the little village. Legolas neared the edge of town where the gardens ended. He armed his bow and fired at the beasts. He heard a screech about them when one died.
Legolas continued firing arrows until he noticed Hirmianal shoving Aragorn at the front.
***
Griffin gave Frodo all the arrows he had. They were poorly crafted, some were crooked. But they were better then nothing. Frodo watched the army advance, and started ripping branched from trees. He skipped shaving, but made them straighter and carved the point. In fifteen minutes, he had maybe forty arrows, including the ones that Griffin had given him.
When half-an-hour had passed, he had made sixty-three arrows. He looked around for Legolas, but he was nowhere in sight. Just a little Hobbit with a spear running down the street.
***
Aragorn felt the ropes cutting off his circulation. He was forced to watch the Beasts light the first house to flames. The smoke caused his eyes to tear, but he refused to cry.
"Face it, Aragorn." growled Hirmianal. "You and your kind down stand a chance." he drew a sword. "Fortunately, you won't be around to see the destruction of middle-earth." Aragorn was ready for a blow, but he just heard a screech.
He looked ahead to see Legolas throw the reins of a horse ahead of him. It ran ahead, and stopped near Aragorn. Aragorn grabbed the fallen sword and began to work on his ropes. Legolas was firing arrows at the Beasts until he was out, Aragorn still wasn't finished cutting the ropes.
A beast ran at him, somewhat smaller then the others. The horse reacted for him, kicking out its strong legs. They caught the charging creature in the chest, forcing out a puff of air and knocking him backwards. When the roped binding Aragorn's wrists gave and ripped away, he mounted the horse and charged towards Legolas.
They ran down the empty street and around the corner, Aragorn on steed, Legolas on foot. They didn't dare look back at the pursuing creatures.
Legolas motioned for Aragorn to stop near a stable. Aragorn got off of the horse. Legolas smiled at his face, which was twisted in disbelief.
"You're alive?" he asked. Legolas nodded. He took the horse and mounted it. It pranced with pleasure as the spirit of an elf mixed with it. Legolas pointed near the stable.
"Go inside the temple! Find the tomb!" Aragorn turned in shock to see the beautiful Temple of Oral Hishinb. "I'll find you!" Legolas turned his horse and ran down the street. Aragorn watched him go until the war cries of the Beasts erupted from not very far away. He turned towards the temple.
***
Frodo sighed with relief to see Legolas ride up on the white steed. He handed the elf his arrows. Legolas nodded his thanks and headed back to the temple after yelling for Frodo to flee.
The beasts were advancing on the temple when he arrived. Legolas dismounted and slapped the horse's rear in signal for it to run. It reared and headed towards the stables. Legolas ran to the door of the temple, sliding it open to reveal darkness. There was the stingy smell of decay about the air. Legolas gasped in fresh air before he tumbled down a staircase into darkness.
Legolas passed by torches that had long been put out. He felt alone in the darkness, so he called out.
"Aragorn!" the cry echoed throughout the tunnels, bouncing off the walls into the solid darkness.
"Legolas!" Aragorn cried. "Help me!"