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Chapter Six
When Elora awoke it was just before dawn and Morgan was already putting on his cloak and sword and picking up the bag that now held the two bantering brownies. She sat up and then pulled the blanket off her...no it was a cloak. The beautiful broach glittered in the faint light and she tilted it so the morning sun could reflect off it.
"We should get on," Morgan said as Elora snapped out of it and stood. She put her boots on and retrieved her now dry cloak and walked to Legolas holding the dark green cloak out to him.
"Thank you." She said as he nodded and took it.
"How long until we reach Rohan?" Morgan asked as Legolas turned to him and answered without missing a beat.
"Four days if we only stop at night." Morgan nodded and looked at the sunrise through a break in the trees, then turned back to the camp.
"Never saw a sunrise like this back home." He said as Elora looked up and smiled.
"This place is beautiful, like nothing I've seen. You can see for mile's and there are great tree's here that seem to be ten time's the size of what I'm used to." She said as she took a deep breath and let it out briskly. "Well gentlemen, it is a new day. Let us get moving before it becomes old." Legolas gave a faint smile and followed her as she trotted into the tree's heading south.
They had walked a long ways and were now in a large clearing next to a small lake. It was past mid-day and they hadn't stopped since they started walking that morning.
"We should get some water and rest for a moment." Elora said as Legolas turned back and looked at the two behind him.
"You go then," he said as he looked into the tree's ahead, his gaze sharp. "I will scout ahead, I feel something nearing here. Keep your eyes open." He said as he jogged swiftly into the treeline, as if he walked on air.
"He is amazing, he never tires." Elora said as she filled her water bladder in the cool lake. "You know I don't think he even slept last night." She said to Morgan who raised his brow and nodded.
"He certainly is interesting." He replied as Elora frowned and looked at Morgan closely, her gaze scrutinizing.
"What? You don't like him?" She asked as he turned to her and shook his head.
"No I like him just fine, he can do anything and his hair always looks pretty. What a great warrior and guide he is." He stood from the water and drank some from his sheepskin bladder. "What's not to like." He started to the tree's again and Elora shook her head. She stood up and pulled her hair behind her ears, running her hands through it to take some of the tangles out. Just as she was about to leave the water's edge she saw a large flock of birs scatter from the field and take to the air squealing.
When the sharp twang of arrows flying was heard she drew her sword and rushed to the treeline where Morgan had just disappeared. She was almost there when a black feathered arrow burrowed into the ground to her left. She turned and saw something she would not soon forget.
Dozen's of black creatures covered in crude armor and carrying blunt sword were rushing towards her. She looked to the forest where Morgan and Legolas now most likely fought more of the creatures, she wouldn't make it there before they reached her.
She braced herself calmly and waited until they were almost on her and sprung at the leader. She blocked his blow and slipped behind him burrying her sword in his side, then ripping it out and spinning to her right decapitating another. One came at her from the left and she ducked under his huge blade and stuck him straight on in the gut.
The dance went on, she parried their blows and out manouvered them. But she wouldn't last forever, she was burning energy fast, they kept coming and she got slower and slower. After maybe fifteen lay dead and her left arm was wounded she was fighting each by simply bashing swords and their shear strength was breaking her down, her arm throbbed and her other was tiring fast. Each hit she blocked took more force to counter and finally she faltered.
She tripped and landed flat on her back, her eyes darting around her trying to find a way to escape the beast who leered over her. She climbed to her knee's just in time to see his fist fly towards her face. In reflex she raised her hands and suddenly a burst of white hot energy slammed into the creature, who flew back a good ten yards and fell dead, his body smoking as if burnt. She was forced back by the blow and cried out. She was wondering what had done it until she felt her hands pulse like all her blood was cursing through them at once. In her shock and confusion she didn't see the next attack.
Her sword was knocked from her hand and she was viciously back handed sending her to the ground hard. The creature did not deliver the final blow, instead he lowered his weapon and gave a loud roar of victory. The others cheered and he looked down at her, his face a grotesque distortion of normal features. Then he spoke and her eyes were wide at the horrible sound.
"Now you will come to Mordor, to your death woman." He bent down and grabbed her by the hair, just as he was about to jerk her to her feet when a loud "ZIP" could be heard and he dropped to the ground, an arrow in his right eye.
Elora pulled his claws from her hair and scrambled to her sword. Legolas was running to meet her, his face hard and intent on defeating whatever lay in his path, his bow trained on another orc. Morgan was right behind him, sword raised.
There were not many left and half were shot down by Legolas' bow, and when his quiver was empty he reached behind him and pulled two long white knifes out and began to tear into the remaining beasts.
"Stay there!" He said to her as she retrieved her sword and stood behind him, looking at her hands every now and then wondering if she should try it again, or if she could. The few that were left were killed quickly and the attack ended almost as suddenly as it had occured, the last orc cursing as it died.
Legolas scanned the bodies and then the surrounding wood, his eye intense and his brow furrowed. Then he sheathed his knifes and turned to Elora.
"Are you alright?" He asked as she snapped out of it and looked at him. She nodded then frowned and looked at her arm.
"My arm's cut, but it isn't bad." She said as Morgan wiped his blade clean and brushed some of his light hair out of his eyes.
"What the hell were those things?" He asked as Legolas took Elora's arm in his hand gently and pulled her sleeve from the wound.
"The were a breed of orc called Uruk hai. They were made by an evil wizard in the great war of the rings only a few years back. They were thought to be dead." He tore a piece of his cloak off and carefully wrapped her arm with it. "The blade was not poisoned, you are lucky." When he said it her head snapped up.
"Poisoned?" She repeated as she thought back to the soldier dying back home. "These are the beast's plaguing my home." She grabbed his hand and he looked up at her passionate eyes. "This poison, is there a cure?" He stared at her for a moment then let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding.
"Only a few elven healers hold the skill to mend such wounds, some men do as well but you must treat it quickly before the poison sets in. And if the wound is deep there is little hope either way." Her face fell as her eyes closed, Legolas frowned and gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
"We need to get to Rohan, those things were horrible." She said as she turned and jogged through the tree's, wanting more than ever to be rid of the dark shadow that had haunted her since she could rememeber. "I don't want to be caught again like that." She said as Morgan grabbed her arm.
"Slow down, your tired don't overdo it." He said as Legolas nodded behind him.
"Let's keep at our normal pace." He said as he met her eyes and paused. "I promise we'll stay close together, you won't be alone again." He said as she lifted her chin and pulled her eyes from his.
"I did just fine, I'm not afraid of fighting them on my own, that's not what I meant." She said as he sighed, her guard back up strongly. "I don't want them to catch us off guard and in the open like that, had I not been combing my hair I would've known they were coming." She said the last mostly to herself as she continued to walk once more.
"But what a lovely head of hair it is!" Morgan shot at her mockingly. "Don't blame yourself, your good at that." He chided her as he and Legolas caught up to her, trudging through the tree's every here and there a dead orc lay with an arrow in him.
"How many were there in the field?" Morgan asked as he estimated the number he and Legolas had killed in the brush.
"Maybe twenty five." Elora said over her shoulder. "Looks like there weren't too many back here." She noted as she stepped past an orc who was on his stomach, one arrow in his neck. "Bavmorda wants to get me into Mordor, she still needs to preform the ritual to exile my soul."
She looked back to the man and elf behind her. "It's either me or her and I'm not going anywhere."
Well, am I doing alright? Drop me line and tell me if my swashbucklin' fight was great or the dullest ever. I'm tryin'!
Chapter Six
When Elora awoke it was just before dawn and Morgan was already putting on his cloak and sword and picking up the bag that now held the two bantering brownies. She sat up and then pulled the blanket off her...no it was a cloak. The beautiful broach glittered in the faint light and she tilted it so the morning sun could reflect off it.
"We should get on," Morgan said as Elora snapped out of it and stood. She put her boots on and retrieved her now dry cloak and walked to Legolas holding the dark green cloak out to him.
"Thank you." She said as he nodded and took it.
"How long until we reach Rohan?" Morgan asked as Legolas turned to him and answered without missing a beat.
"Four days if we only stop at night." Morgan nodded and looked at the sunrise through a break in the trees, then turned back to the camp.
"Never saw a sunrise like this back home." He said as Elora looked up and smiled.
"This place is beautiful, like nothing I've seen. You can see for mile's and there are great tree's here that seem to be ten time's the size of what I'm used to." She said as she took a deep breath and let it out briskly. "Well gentlemen, it is a new day. Let us get moving before it becomes old." Legolas gave a faint smile and followed her as she trotted into the tree's heading south.
They had walked a long ways and were now in a large clearing next to a small lake. It was past mid-day and they hadn't stopped since they started walking that morning.
"We should get some water and rest for a moment." Elora said as Legolas turned back and looked at the two behind him.
"You go then," he said as he looked into the tree's ahead, his gaze sharp. "I will scout ahead, I feel something nearing here. Keep your eyes open." He said as he jogged swiftly into the treeline, as if he walked on air.
"He is amazing, he never tires." Elora said as she filled her water bladder in the cool lake. "You know I don't think he even slept last night." She said to Morgan who raised his brow and nodded.
"He certainly is interesting." He replied as Elora frowned and looked at Morgan closely, her gaze scrutinizing.
"What? You don't like him?" She asked as he turned to her and shook his head.
"No I like him just fine, he can do anything and his hair always looks pretty. What a great warrior and guide he is." He stood from the water and drank some from his sheepskin bladder. "What's not to like." He started to the tree's again and Elora shook her head. She stood up and pulled her hair behind her ears, running her hands through it to take some of the tangles out. Just as she was about to leave the water's edge she saw a large flock of birs scatter from the field and take to the air squealing.
When the sharp twang of arrows flying was heard she drew her sword and rushed to the treeline where Morgan had just disappeared. She was almost there when a black feathered arrow burrowed into the ground to her left. She turned and saw something she would not soon forget.
Dozen's of black creatures covered in crude armor and carrying blunt sword were rushing towards her. She looked to the forest where Morgan and Legolas now most likely fought more of the creatures, she wouldn't make it there before they reached her.
She braced herself calmly and waited until they were almost on her and sprung at the leader. She blocked his blow and slipped behind him burrying her sword in his side, then ripping it out and spinning to her right decapitating another. One came at her from the left and she ducked under his huge blade and stuck him straight on in the gut.
The dance went on, she parried their blows and out manouvered them. But she wouldn't last forever, she was burning energy fast, they kept coming and she got slower and slower. After maybe fifteen lay dead and her left arm was wounded she was fighting each by simply bashing swords and their shear strength was breaking her down, her arm throbbed and her other was tiring fast. Each hit she blocked took more force to counter and finally she faltered.
She tripped and landed flat on her back, her eyes darting around her trying to find a way to escape the beast who leered over her. She climbed to her knee's just in time to see his fist fly towards her face. In reflex she raised her hands and suddenly a burst of white hot energy slammed into the creature, who flew back a good ten yards and fell dead, his body smoking as if burnt. She was forced back by the blow and cried out. She was wondering what had done it until she felt her hands pulse like all her blood was cursing through them at once. In her shock and confusion she didn't see the next attack.
Her sword was knocked from her hand and she was viciously back handed sending her to the ground hard. The creature did not deliver the final blow, instead he lowered his weapon and gave a loud roar of victory. The others cheered and he looked down at her, his face a grotesque distortion of normal features. Then he spoke and her eyes were wide at the horrible sound.
"Now you will come to Mordor, to your death woman." He bent down and grabbed her by the hair, just as he was about to jerk her to her feet when a loud "ZIP" could be heard and he dropped to the ground, an arrow in his right eye.
Elora pulled his claws from her hair and scrambled to her sword. Legolas was running to meet her, his face hard and intent on defeating whatever lay in his path, his bow trained on another orc. Morgan was right behind him, sword raised.
There were not many left and half were shot down by Legolas' bow, and when his quiver was empty he reached behind him and pulled two long white knifes out and began to tear into the remaining beasts.
"Stay there!" He said to her as she retrieved her sword and stood behind him, looking at her hands every now and then wondering if she should try it again, or if she could. The few that were left were killed quickly and the attack ended almost as suddenly as it had occured, the last orc cursing as it died.
Legolas scanned the bodies and then the surrounding wood, his eye intense and his brow furrowed. Then he sheathed his knifes and turned to Elora.
"Are you alright?" He asked as she snapped out of it and looked at him. She nodded then frowned and looked at her arm.
"My arm's cut, but it isn't bad." She said as Morgan wiped his blade clean and brushed some of his light hair out of his eyes.
"What the hell were those things?" He asked as Legolas took Elora's arm in his hand gently and pulled her sleeve from the wound.
"The were a breed of orc called Uruk hai. They were made by an evil wizard in the great war of the rings only a few years back. They were thought to be dead." He tore a piece of his cloak off and carefully wrapped her arm with it. "The blade was not poisoned, you are lucky." When he said it her head snapped up.
"Poisoned?" She repeated as she thought back to the soldier dying back home. "These are the beast's plaguing my home." She grabbed his hand and he looked up at her passionate eyes. "This poison, is there a cure?" He stared at her for a moment then let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding.
"Only a few elven healers hold the skill to mend such wounds, some men do as well but you must treat it quickly before the poison sets in. And if the wound is deep there is little hope either way." Her face fell as her eyes closed, Legolas frowned and gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
"We need to get to Rohan, those things were horrible." She said as she turned and jogged through the tree's, wanting more than ever to be rid of the dark shadow that had haunted her since she could rememeber. "I don't want to be caught again like that." She said as Morgan grabbed her arm.
"Slow down, your tired don't overdo it." He said as Legolas nodded behind him.
"Let's keep at our normal pace." He said as he met her eyes and paused. "I promise we'll stay close together, you won't be alone again." He said as she lifted her chin and pulled her eyes from his.
"I did just fine, I'm not afraid of fighting them on my own, that's not what I meant." She said as he sighed, her guard back up strongly. "I don't want them to catch us off guard and in the open like that, had I not been combing my hair I would've known they were coming." She said the last mostly to herself as she continued to walk once more.
"But what a lovely head of hair it is!" Morgan shot at her mockingly. "Don't blame yourself, your good at that." He chided her as he and Legolas caught up to her, trudging through the tree's every here and there a dead orc lay with an arrow in him.
"How many were there in the field?" Morgan asked as he estimated the number he and Legolas had killed in the brush.
"Maybe twenty five." Elora said over her shoulder. "Looks like there weren't too many back here." She noted as she stepped past an orc who was on his stomach, one arrow in his neck. "Bavmorda wants to get me into Mordor, she still needs to preform the ritual to exile my soul."
She looked back to the man and elf behind her. "It's either me or her and I'm not going anywhere."
Well, am I doing alright? Drop me line and tell me if my swashbucklin' fight was great or the dullest ever. I'm tryin'!