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Prologue
Legolas Greenleaf stepped into the sunlight, glancing around warily. The orcs were close, and he knew it. Of course, they were disorganized. They always were, since the Ring was destroyed. There, a movement to the right!
Legolas brought up his bow as eight orcs charged out of the brush at him. Three of them were dead before they got close to him. When they got too close, Legolas brought his bow up and hit one of the orcs in the head, quickly stabbing it with the arrow he had lost the chance to use. Then he whipped out his daggers.
The elf spun and stabbed, barely missing as the orc dodged. The clumsy beast brought it's crude sword to bear, attempting to split Legolas open. The nimble elf easily sidestepped, slicing through the orc's throat, quickly bringing up both of his daggers to deflect another sword stroke, bringing one down to gut the orc. He brought both daggers around and stabbed two charging orcs in the chests, leaving him alone amidst the dead bodies. He sighed.
Legolas wandered back towards Rivendell, wondering at where any of the other members of the Fellowship were. He pondered about Sam, Pippin, Gimli, Gandalf, Frodo, Aragorn, and Merry. The dwarf was probably still clearing out Moria. The hobbits were most likely stuffing their faces in the Shire. Aragorn was running his kingdom. Gandalf could be anywhere. The elf sighed.
Hearing a sound, he spun and fitted an arrow, having the string back before he finished turning. A grin cracked his face as an axe, followed by a familiar face, walked into the dale. "Gimli!"
The dwarf smiled as they clasped hands. "Good to see you, elf." He looked around. "Count?"
Legolas grinned. "Three hundred and seventeen since we parted, my friend."
The grin dropped from Gimli's face. Then he growled something. "Three hundred and fourteen."
Legolas smiled. "How are things in Moria?"
Gimli glared at the elf. "The orcs never stop. Moria is a lost cause. I came to find you, but you had to be running around in the woods. I would expect nothing less from a smelly elf like you." He grinned slightly. "So, are there any more orcs to kill?" With that, the two friends walked back to Rivendell, sharing battle stories the entire way.
Prologue
Legolas Greenleaf stepped into the sunlight, glancing around warily. The orcs were close, and he knew it. Of course, they were disorganized. They always were, since the Ring was destroyed. There, a movement to the right!
Legolas brought up his bow as eight orcs charged out of the brush at him. Three of them were dead before they got close to him. When they got too close, Legolas brought his bow up and hit one of the orcs in the head, quickly stabbing it with the arrow he had lost the chance to use. Then he whipped out his daggers.
The elf spun and stabbed, barely missing as the orc dodged. The clumsy beast brought it's crude sword to bear, attempting to split Legolas open. The nimble elf easily sidestepped, slicing through the orc's throat, quickly bringing up both of his daggers to deflect another sword stroke, bringing one down to gut the orc. He brought both daggers around and stabbed two charging orcs in the chests, leaving him alone amidst the dead bodies. He sighed.
Legolas wandered back towards Rivendell, wondering at where any of the other members of the Fellowship were. He pondered about Sam, Pippin, Gimli, Gandalf, Frodo, Aragorn, and Merry. The dwarf was probably still clearing out Moria. The hobbits were most likely stuffing their faces in the Shire. Aragorn was running his kingdom. Gandalf could be anywhere. The elf sighed.
Hearing a sound, he spun and fitted an arrow, having the string back before he finished turning. A grin cracked his face as an axe, followed by a familiar face, walked into the dale. "Gimli!"
The dwarf smiled as they clasped hands. "Good to see you, elf." He looked around. "Count?"
Legolas grinned. "Three hundred and seventeen since we parted, my friend."
The grin dropped from Gimli's face. Then he growled something. "Three hundred and fourteen."
Legolas smiled. "How are things in Moria?"
Gimli glared at the elf. "The orcs never stop. Moria is a lost cause. I came to find you, but you had to be running around in the woods. I would expect nothing less from a smelly elf like you." He grinned slightly. "So, are there any more orcs to kill?" With that, the two friends walked back to Rivendell, sharing battle stories the entire way.