*****flashback (cont.)*****
Legolas stood, hand tightly gripping his bow; he looked around at the
impressive elven army around him. He attempted to hold a princely
appearance in front of the myriad of warriors, but his anxiety was shown by
the shaking of his hands and the fear in his eyes.
A blond elf appeared thorough the bushes, panting from a hard journey, "They're here," he breathed, "The Kanogor."
Legolas looked around only to realize the announcement was directed at him. He looked at the general next to him, "Your orders, sire," the elf answered.
Legolas looked at the troops, nervously scanning each face, "Well then, we ATTACK!"
The army raised their swords up into the air, showing their consent. Thundering hooves struck the ground as the warriors moved forward, Legolas felt adrenaline course through his veins, bringing newfound energy and confidence.
It wasn't long before they saw their adversaries approaching front the distance. From then on, the elven prince didn't even think, but rather his instincts took over. All his training came down to this moment, arrows flew from his bow, whipping quickly on a nonstop path to the chest of each orc.
The front lines of the Kanogor army fell quickly to elven arrows, but their own army was not left undamaged. Elves from either side of Legolas began to fall. The rain of arrows from the enemy was getting increasingly heavier.
Legolas dodged the arrows left and right, barely having time to shoot his own. Legolas pulled back his bow, directing his aim to the orc in front of him, then let it fly. Just as he did, the prince felt pain explode his leg; he looked down to find an arrow embedded in his thigh. Blood spurted from the wound, Legolas bit his lip to keep from crying out in pain.
The blond elf looked up in time to duck an arrow aimed for his head. He pulled his bowstring taut and notched and arrow, letting in fly to one orc after another, pain driving his fervor.
Suddenly, the horse underneath him lurched forward, and arrow had struck her chest.
"Rochear!" he cried as the horse fell. He looked sorrowfully at the poor animal who lay panting on the ground, nostrils wide, gasping for breath. Legolas struggled to get up only to find his injured leg pinned under the horse; his actions startled her, making Rochear writhe further.
The animal groaned and whinnied, eyes bulging.
"Shh." Legolas pat the horse, "It'll be okay." he whispered. He mumbled soothingly in elvish, stroking the animal. The horse calmed, her breathing becoming less ragged and her muscles relaxed. Finally, she sighed her last breath, and her eyes blurred over.
Legolas struggled, trying to free himself. He winced; his actions were aggravating the wound. He looked around the battlefield, the elves had advanced forward, driving the Kanogor back; at least he was free from the danger of arrows.
Legolas shifted back and forth, still unable to wriggle himself free. Legolas sighed, brushing annoying strands of blond hair from his face. With all his strength he wrenched his leg back, trying to keep himself from screaming from the pain. The prince stumbled backwards, finally liberated from his painful snare.
He limped into the cover of the bushes and sat down under a tree. He looked down at the arrow drilled inside his leg. Legolas winced just at the sight of it. He wrapped his hand around the shaft of the arrow, feeling pain just at the slight contact. Legolas looked at the arrow, a pained expression imprinted on his fair features.
With a swift motion, he yanked it from his leg, causing himself to cry out in pain. He groaned, leaning back against the tree trunk. Legolas tore a strip of cloth from his tunic and then slowly wrapped it around the wound. He turned his head to look at the discarded arrow. Legolas picked it up, its green shaft still stained from his own blood. As he spun the arrow in his hand, a flash of gold caught his eye. Legolas looked closely to see elven runes imprinted on the shaft.
Slowly, the prince stood, watching the battle in the distance. He pondered his choices, debating whether or not to rejoin his comrades. Legolas then realized that there was no choice to be made, he drew a dagger from its sheath, his father's voice echoed in his mind 'It is your duty as a prince, an obligation to your people'
Legolas limped back towards the battlefield, chopping down one orc after another, despite the injury. He watched as an orc ran towards him, broadsword raised, ready to attack. The elf easily dodged the blade and kicked his adversary squarely between his shoulders. The fell creature stumbled forward. Legolas turned, trying to see through the fray.
A horse galloped past Legolas, nearly running him over. The prince of Greenwood stared after it to see that its rider was unconscious and clearly elven. Legolas ran to catch up with the animal.
"Tampa stop!," he called, the horse stopped as if obeying his command. Legolas lifted off the rider, and ran off the battlefield, escaping the fury of blades and arrows.
He set the elf down at the trunk of a tree. Legolas brushed the blond hair that fell over the warrior's face to reveal a beautiful, female elf.
Legolas furrowed his brows, she definitely wasn't from Greenwood, perhaps she came with the Lothlorien elves. She had suffered a blow to the head and bright red blood ran through her blond hair.
Legolas removed his tunic, using his dagger to cut it into multiple strips, which were then wrapped around her head.
The elven prince was distracted from his thoughts by a loud cheer from the battle field. He stood to see the Kanogor army retreating. Legolas smiled, as his saw his elven comrades riding back.
The elven army camped out that night, planning to return to Greenwood the next morning.
Legolas stared across the campfire at the mysterious blond elf.
He ran across to her as she stirred. Her eyes snapped open and she looked at him slowly.
She shrieked and bolted upright, "Where am I?!"
"It's okay," he said, "You're at the elven camp, we won the battle."
Her head snapped around and she glared, "The elven army won?!"
Legolas nodded, "Of course."
She looked off into the distance, tears growing in her eyes, "Was the entire Kanogor army slayed?"
Legolas shook his head, "No, the rest of the filthy band retreated like cowards."
She turned around and faced him, drawing a crude metal sword from her belt, "Hold your tongue, don't you ever talk about my family like that!" Her eyes grew wide, realizing what she just admitted, once again her rashness plunged her deeper into her dilemma. Half the elven army rose, hearing her words.
Legolas looked at her, "Your family?!"
She sighed, there was no way to fix it now, "Yes, my family."
"You-I-why-but.How?!" he finally blurted.
She crossed her arms, "That's none of your business."
Legolas stared, not knowing what to do. But that didn't matter as another soldier took the initiative; he unsheathed his blade and rashly approached the female elf.
She turned her blade towards him, knocking his flying into the air and plummeting to the ground twenty yards behind him, barely missing one of his comrades. The blond elf smirked and turned her back, simply walking away from the army; after a couple steps, she turns back around, looking at Legolas, she pursed her lips, "thank you."
The same elf that foolishly attacked her earlier now charged back at her, attempting the same senseless stunt. She easily threw him and then bolted off into the forest behind her.
The entire army glared at their irrational comrade. Legolas sighed and followed the blond elf, he just had to know more about her. . .
A blond elf appeared thorough the bushes, panting from a hard journey, "They're here," he breathed, "The Kanogor."
Legolas looked around only to realize the announcement was directed at him. He looked at the general next to him, "Your orders, sire," the elf answered.
Legolas looked at the troops, nervously scanning each face, "Well then, we ATTACK!"
The army raised their swords up into the air, showing their consent. Thundering hooves struck the ground as the warriors moved forward, Legolas felt adrenaline course through his veins, bringing newfound energy and confidence.
It wasn't long before they saw their adversaries approaching front the distance. From then on, the elven prince didn't even think, but rather his instincts took over. All his training came down to this moment, arrows flew from his bow, whipping quickly on a nonstop path to the chest of each orc.
The front lines of the Kanogor army fell quickly to elven arrows, but their own army was not left undamaged. Elves from either side of Legolas began to fall. The rain of arrows from the enemy was getting increasingly heavier.
Legolas dodged the arrows left and right, barely having time to shoot his own. Legolas pulled back his bow, directing his aim to the orc in front of him, then let it fly. Just as he did, the prince felt pain explode his leg; he looked down to find an arrow embedded in his thigh. Blood spurted from the wound, Legolas bit his lip to keep from crying out in pain.
The blond elf looked up in time to duck an arrow aimed for his head. He pulled his bowstring taut and notched and arrow, letting in fly to one orc after another, pain driving his fervor.
Suddenly, the horse underneath him lurched forward, and arrow had struck her chest.
"Rochear!" he cried as the horse fell. He looked sorrowfully at the poor animal who lay panting on the ground, nostrils wide, gasping for breath. Legolas struggled to get up only to find his injured leg pinned under the horse; his actions startled her, making Rochear writhe further.
The animal groaned and whinnied, eyes bulging.
"Shh." Legolas pat the horse, "It'll be okay." he whispered. He mumbled soothingly in elvish, stroking the animal. The horse calmed, her breathing becoming less ragged and her muscles relaxed. Finally, she sighed her last breath, and her eyes blurred over.
Legolas struggled, trying to free himself. He winced; his actions were aggravating the wound. He looked around the battlefield, the elves had advanced forward, driving the Kanogor back; at least he was free from the danger of arrows.
Legolas shifted back and forth, still unable to wriggle himself free. Legolas sighed, brushing annoying strands of blond hair from his face. With all his strength he wrenched his leg back, trying to keep himself from screaming from the pain. The prince stumbled backwards, finally liberated from his painful snare.
He limped into the cover of the bushes and sat down under a tree. He looked down at the arrow drilled inside his leg. Legolas winced just at the sight of it. He wrapped his hand around the shaft of the arrow, feeling pain just at the slight contact. Legolas looked at the arrow, a pained expression imprinted on his fair features.
With a swift motion, he yanked it from his leg, causing himself to cry out in pain. He groaned, leaning back against the tree trunk. Legolas tore a strip of cloth from his tunic and then slowly wrapped it around the wound. He turned his head to look at the discarded arrow. Legolas picked it up, its green shaft still stained from his own blood. As he spun the arrow in his hand, a flash of gold caught his eye. Legolas looked closely to see elven runes imprinted on the shaft.
Slowly, the prince stood, watching the battle in the distance. He pondered his choices, debating whether or not to rejoin his comrades. Legolas then realized that there was no choice to be made, he drew a dagger from its sheath, his father's voice echoed in his mind 'It is your duty as a prince, an obligation to your people'
Legolas limped back towards the battlefield, chopping down one orc after another, despite the injury. He watched as an orc ran towards him, broadsword raised, ready to attack. The elf easily dodged the blade and kicked his adversary squarely between his shoulders. The fell creature stumbled forward. Legolas turned, trying to see through the fray.
A horse galloped past Legolas, nearly running him over. The prince of Greenwood stared after it to see that its rider was unconscious and clearly elven. Legolas ran to catch up with the animal.
"Tampa stop!," he called, the horse stopped as if obeying his command. Legolas lifted off the rider, and ran off the battlefield, escaping the fury of blades and arrows.
He set the elf down at the trunk of a tree. Legolas brushed the blond hair that fell over the warrior's face to reveal a beautiful, female elf.
Legolas furrowed his brows, she definitely wasn't from Greenwood, perhaps she came with the Lothlorien elves. She had suffered a blow to the head and bright red blood ran through her blond hair.
Legolas removed his tunic, using his dagger to cut it into multiple strips, which were then wrapped around her head.
The elven prince was distracted from his thoughts by a loud cheer from the battle field. He stood to see the Kanogor army retreating. Legolas smiled, as his saw his elven comrades riding back.
The elven army camped out that night, planning to return to Greenwood the next morning.
Legolas stared across the campfire at the mysterious blond elf.
He ran across to her as she stirred. Her eyes snapped open and she looked at him slowly.
She shrieked and bolted upright, "Where am I?!"
"It's okay," he said, "You're at the elven camp, we won the battle."
Her head snapped around and she glared, "The elven army won?!"
Legolas nodded, "Of course."
She looked off into the distance, tears growing in her eyes, "Was the entire Kanogor army slayed?"
Legolas shook his head, "No, the rest of the filthy band retreated like cowards."
She turned around and faced him, drawing a crude metal sword from her belt, "Hold your tongue, don't you ever talk about my family like that!" Her eyes grew wide, realizing what she just admitted, once again her rashness plunged her deeper into her dilemma. Half the elven army rose, hearing her words.
Legolas looked at her, "Your family?!"
She sighed, there was no way to fix it now, "Yes, my family."
"You-I-why-but.How?!" he finally blurted.
She crossed her arms, "That's none of your business."
Legolas stared, not knowing what to do. But that didn't matter as another soldier took the initiative; he unsheathed his blade and rashly approached the female elf.
She turned her blade towards him, knocking his flying into the air and plummeting to the ground twenty yards behind him, barely missing one of his comrades. The blond elf smirked and turned her back, simply walking away from the army; after a couple steps, she turns back around, looking at Legolas, she pursed her lips, "thank you."
The same elf that foolishly attacked her earlier now charged back at her, attempting the same senseless stunt. She easily threw him and then bolted off into the forest behind her.
The entire army glared at their irrational comrade. Legolas sighed and followed the blond elf, he just had to know more about her. . .