Legolas opened his eyes slowly, and imediately wished his hadn't. In front of him stood an orc, of all
things, grinning and smirking. No, not a cute little bunny rabbit, or a shy but graceful deer, not even
a warg, for goodness sake, but an orc.
Orc. Yrch. Big discusting creature of some kind that enjoys ripping apart your body and eating whatever
the have the non-existant mercy to leave on the groud.
Not to mention those five other orcs standing behind it.
All in all, this wasn't the way Legolas had planned on getting up. But, he sighed inwardly, and, with
almost inhuman speed, picked up his bow, grabbed a few arrows, and shot one of the orcs in the eye.
As you probably guessed, the orc dropped to the ground, quite obviously dead. It has come to my
attention that almost ANYTHING you shoot in the eye dies, and this orc was no exception.
Of course, in an ideal situation, after seeing their comrade fall to the ground with an arrow in his
eye, the rest of the orcs would have hurried away, grunting and snarling, and no longer grinning. But
who says this was an ideal situation? Not me, for sure.
No, the orcs didn't run away, so Legolas notched another arrow, fired, and hesiated for a fraction of a
second, watching, with a small amount of enjoyment, as another orc flopped over on it's back and took
it's last breath.
And still, the remaining three orcs didn't run, so he shot again, and again, and again, and again,
until it come to his attention that, either he had quite suddely become horrifyingly bad at archery, or
more orcs had come into the area.
Strange as it may seem, Legolas hoped it was the latter. After all, who wants to be surrounded by orcs,
and quite suddenly find out that you have no earthy idea how to kill them? Not me, that's for sure.
Yes, this was turning out to be a bad day for Legolas. As of now, it was a only a bad day. But pretty
soon, you wil discover how it turned into a BAD bad day.
Anyway, back to the orcs.
After a little bit longer battle then Legolas had counted on, he found himself standing in a circle or
dead orcs, bow in hand, with quite a few fairly deep scratches. But, the orcs were all dead, and that
was the good thing.
After all, Legolas might have been multi-talented, but he really didn't think he could manage bandaging
his wounds AND fighting orcs at the some time.
So, taking a deep, exaspererated breath and putting his bow down next to him, Legolas sat down and
pulled a few bandages out of his pack.
As I have said before, it was not turning out to be a good day.
things, grinning and smirking. No, not a cute little bunny rabbit, or a shy but graceful deer, not even
a warg, for goodness sake, but an orc.
Orc. Yrch. Big discusting creature of some kind that enjoys ripping apart your body and eating whatever
the have the non-existant mercy to leave on the groud.
Not to mention those five other orcs standing behind it.
All in all, this wasn't the way Legolas had planned on getting up. But, he sighed inwardly, and, with
almost inhuman speed, picked up his bow, grabbed a few arrows, and shot one of the orcs in the eye.
As you probably guessed, the orc dropped to the ground, quite obviously dead. It has come to my
attention that almost ANYTHING you shoot in the eye dies, and this orc was no exception.
Of course, in an ideal situation, after seeing their comrade fall to the ground with an arrow in his
eye, the rest of the orcs would have hurried away, grunting and snarling, and no longer grinning. But
who says this was an ideal situation? Not me, for sure.
No, the orcs didn't run away, so Legolas notched another arrow, fired, and hesiated for a fraction of a
second, watching, with a small amount of enjoyment, as another orc flopped over on it's back and took
it's last breath.
And still, the remaining three orcs didn't run, so he shot again, and again, and again, and again,
until it come to his attention that, either he had quite suddely become horrifyingly bad at archery, or
more orcs had come into the area.
Strange as it may seem, Legolas hoped it was the latter. After all, who wants to be surrounded by orcs,
and quite suddenly find out that you have no earthy idea how to kill them? Not me, that's for sure.
Yes, this was turning out to be a bad day for Legolas. As of now, it was a only a bad day. But pretty
soon, you wil discover how it turned into a BAD bad day.
Anyway, back to the orcs.
After a little bit longer battle then Legolas had counted on, he found himself standing in a circle or
dead orcs, bow in hand, with quite a few fairly deep scratches. But, the orcs were all dead, and that
was the good thing.
After all, Legolas might have been multi-talented, but he really didn't think he could manage bandaging
his wounds AND fighting orcs at the some time.
So, taking a deep, exaspererated breath and putting his bow down next to him, Legolas sat down and
pulled a few bandages out of his pack.
As I have said before, it was not turning out to be a good day.