Gimli watched for another second or so, then grabbed the Halfling and sped
off again.
Cailiosa stood, bravely facing what she knew would be her last moment, when she heard something shift nearby, even over the screeches of the demons approaching her.
A glimmer of hope sparked in her eyes, and she yelled, "Archers ready!" as loudly as she could, in her native tongue. "Fire!"
Hundred of arrows shot from the surrounding trees, taking out a good deal of the approaching enemy. High Elf swordsman, normally from the northern Elflands, jumped from the trees, landing near Cailiosa. Without hesitating, they all attacked the orcs, which they now vastly outnumbered, and took them out easily.
As the last of the orcs was slain, the Elves approached Cailiosa. Her's green and brown garbs of the Sylvan Elves, of which she was one, drastically stood out among the whites of the High Elves'.
"What brings you all the way out here, my Lady?" the leader asked her.
"I could very well ask you the same thing, sir. These woods are my home and birthplace, but Rivendell is far from here."
"Your father sent us to keep an eye on you, Lady Nightsong."
"I assumed as much. And this time, your help was greatly needed and appreciated. But your services are no longer needed."
"But your father—" but he was cut off.
"Tell my father that I am fine, as are all my companions, and that we did not need your assistance, so you returned."
The leader sighed, "Yes, my Lady." With a bow to her, the other Elves began to walk back into the thick of the forest and began their trek back to South Mirkwood village.
Cailiosa watched them walk away, her head held high in defiance, until she was sure they were gone. She then promptly collapsed to the ground right where she stood, exhausted and injured.
She fell asleep quickly, but even in her sleep was careful to avoid touching her right side to the ground, where her hair was matted with blood. Her own blood, coming from a deep gash in her ear, caused by the stone tip of an orc arrow.
Cailiosa stood, bravely facing what she knew would be her last moment, when she heard something shift nearby, even over the screeches of the demons approaching her.
A glimmer of hope sparked in her eyes, and she yelled, "Archers ready!" as loudly as she could, in her native tongue. "Fire!"
Hundred of arrows shot from the surrounding trees, taking out a good deal of the approaching enemy. High Elf swordsman, normally from the northern Elflands, jumped from the trees, landing near Cailiosa. Without hesitating, they all attacked the orcs, which they now vastly outnumbered, and took them out easily.
As the last of the orcs was slain, the Elves approached Cailiosa. Her's green and brown garbs of the Sylvan Elves, of which she was one, drastically stood out among the whites of the High Elves'.
"What brings you all the way out here, my Lady?" the leader asked her.
"I could very well ask you the same thing, sir. These woods are my home and birthplace, but Rivendell is far from here."
"Your father sent us to keep an eye on you, Lady Nightsong."
"I assumed as much. And this time, your help was greatly needed and appreciated. But your services are no longer needed."
"But your father—" but he was cut off.
"Tell my father that I am fine, as are all my companions, and that we did not need your assistance, so you returned."
The leader sighed, "Yes, my Lady." With a bow to her, the other Elves began to walk back into the thick of the forest and began their trek back to South Mirkwood village.
Cailiosa watched them walk away, her head held high in defiance, until she was sure they were gone. She then promptly collapsed to the ground right where she stood, exhausted and injured.
She fell asleep quickly, but even in her sleep was careful to avoid touching her right side to the ground, where her hair was matted with blood. Her own blood, coming from a deep gash in her ear, caused by the stone tip of an orc arrow.