Okay you guys, I know that this was the shortest chapter yet, but please forgive me. Also, I noticed that the format is a little messed up, but I'm not on my own computer and still on vacation. Please keep the reviews coming because I am totally okay with suggestions, but please be gentle. I know that a war never happened or anything, but it does in this fiction. I guess it's more like a battle than a war though. Okay, read on my fellow Ring people.
Whistling sounds could be heard as arrows whizzed from the elven side and the dwarfs hid momentarily behind their shields as they inched toward the other army. Once they were close enough the dwarfs used all their might in swinging their axes. Although the elves fought bravely, every now and then an elf would fall with a deep gash in it's stomach. The dwarfs deserved much credit though because even after elves were wounded, they would keep on fighting until the very last breath escaped their lips. Another elf fell, and then beside it, two dwarfs.
Legolas looked around quickly before stabbing another dwarf with his knives. The elf tried not to kill the dwarfs for some reason, but stabbed them in the most painful places possible so that they could not fight any longer. It was a good thing that Legolas was so quick because just then a dwarf came up from behind him with an ax ready. Legolas threw his blades to the ground and quickly grabbed the wrists of the dwarf and with a sickening crunch, they broke.
All around Legolas he saw death. How could they have come to this? How could two friends come to war? All of the sudden Legolas felt utterly stupid and childish. They were having war, and over what? Because Legolas was offended? He looked around and searched desperately for Gimli.
Gimli hacked through as many elves as he could, but although he did not want to hurt him, he also wanted his father back and the elves just wouldn't give up. Gimli continued to plow through the hoard of elves and he was so busy that he didn't even hear the arrow being launched.
Legolas finally spotted Gimli only to see that a fellow archer was aiming an arrow straight for Gimli's chest. Legolas had no time to think. Using his elven speed he ran for his best friend. He ran as fast as he could.
Gimli felt himself being pushed and immediately turned to see what had happened expecting only a fallen comrade. Fallen comrade it was. There Legolas lay with an arrow protruding from his heart.
Whistling sounds could be heard as arrows whizzed from the elven side and the dwarfs hid momentarily behind their shields as they inched toward the other army. Once they were close enough the dwarfs used all their might in swinging their axes. Although the elves fought bravely, every now and then an elf would fall with a deep gash in it's stomach. The dwarfs deserved much credit though because even after elves were wounded, they would keep on fighting until the very last breath escaped their lips. Another elf fell, and then beside it, two dwarfs.
Legolas looked around quickly before stabbing another dwarf with his knives. The elf tried not to kill the dwarfs for some reason, but stabbed them in the most painful places possible so that they could not fight any longer. It was a good thing that Legolas was so quick because just then a dwarf came up from behind him with an ax ready. Legolas threw his blades to the ground and quickly grabbed the wrists of the dwarf and with a sickening crunch, they broke.
All around Legolas he saw death. How could they have come to this? How could two friends come to war? All of the sudden Legolas felt utterly stupid and childish. They were having war, and over what? Because Legolas was offended? He looked around and searched desperately for Gimli.
Gimli hacked through as many elves as he could, but although he did not want to hurt him, he also wanted his father back and the elves just wouldn't give up. Gimli continued to plow through the hoard of elves and he was so busy that he didn't even hear the arrow being launched.
Legolas finally spotted Gimli only to see that a fellow archer was aiming an arrow straight for Gimli's chest. Legolas had no time to think. Using his elven speed he ran for his best friend. He ran as fast as he could.
Gimli felt himself being pushed and immediately turned to see what had happened expecting only a fallen comrade. Fallen comrade it was. There Legolas lay with an arrow protruding from his heart.