Ok, this is a rather short update, but I only just thought of it about half
an hour ago, so I thought I would write it and it had a good point to cut
off at where it ended - so that is why it is short. Did that make sense?
*re-read* nope, ok, well, I couldn't be bothered to change it!
Umm, I know that it had taken me ages to update, and for that I do apologize. I got so caught up in Shadows Within that I almost forgot that I had others stories and then *bang* I was stuck in the middle of exams and trying to pass my grade! Lol, but I am back now - as you can see.
Umm, as you all know, I have problems, and I kinda made some of this sorta funny. I mean, it is not laugh your ass off stuff, but it is humorous in itself. The thing is, this is meant to be a dark story, but hey, what can ya do? Oh, and I don't know why Elrohir gets itchy behind the ears when he gets nervous, but he just does! You got that? Lol.
I also hope that you will consider reading my new story The Eaters of the Dead as I am rather proud of that one.
Umm, ok, thank you to everyone that has reviewed! I feel very loved and I only hope that I will be able to get you more chapters very soon.
Bluetiful - I have often wondered about that myself. *looks at self in the mirror* no pointed ears so I guess Elven is out, too tall so I am not a Hobbit, *sigh* guess I might have to be human after all. LOL.
Ihni - I am glad that you like my stories, but the chances of me finishing something before I start another is very slim. I mean, I will finish all my stories - it will just take time. I seem to have a touch of A.D.D. and for that reason I find it completely impossible to concentrate on one plot line for too long a time. I get bored easily, and if another idea sounds better then what I am going, then I will always go for the new concept. It is just the way I am, I am sorry.
Vana - yes, he is always coughing u blood - but it is fun to write. And I must say, there is another cliffhanger this chapter!
LittleSpacedemon - all in due time, my friend, all in due time.
Fei Jiao - hope this finds you alive and well.
Again, a very big thank you to all of you who I did not personally thank - please d not feel that I over looked you - it is just that if I replied to everyone it would be longer then the chapter as it is really short! Lol. THANK YOU.
I'm sorry!!!!! I didn't want to kill it, I really didn't, but there was no other real brave way to do what I wanted. I am sorry!
*****
The Blood of Revenge.
Chapter Four (I think - lol!)
Stuck in the Middle.
*****
Estel hissed in pain as the arrow was pulled back through its entering passage of his shoulder. To his credit, it took two other Elves to hold him down during the process so not to buck and cause himself more pain, or injure Elrond in the process.
Truth be told, as strange as it may seem, he had kind of liked having the arrow sticking out of him as it made him feel more of a warrior. He had never been allowed to even help the warriors of Rivendell to earlier this year, and even then his dealings in the way of hunting were limited.
That was the reason that Elrond had sent Estel along to Mirkwood, to give him a purpose and something important to do and yet not endanger the important youth. It had been a task that Estel had readily accepted and he was rather excited at the prospect of going to visit a different division of the Elves that he loved so much. So it was with high spirits that he set out for the large wood to the north, imagining all the fun times that he could have.
He had long since heard of Legolas, the only prince of the woods of Mirkwood, and he had looked forward to meeting him most of all. So, it was with much disappointment that he arrived there to find the prince 'otherwise engaged' and was unable to even get a glimpse of the rumored beauty.
After his brief stay - which he cut short due to the lack of conversation - he set off on a little 'sightseeing trip around Middle-Earth' as the put it to Elrond who had been worried about his long absence. He had only returned last night, curled up in his bed to have a comfortable sleep, and now - well let's just say that things had a way of turning out rather strange in a short amount of time.
Hissing in pain as Elrond bound up the wound; Estel looked out the large window - ok, it was more of a non-wall - wondering where the blond archer was and hoping that his foster brothers would be gentle with the being when they found him. There was nothing that he would have liked more that to go search for the Elf himself, but he knew that Elrond would never allow it and he was not in mind to annoy the elder Elf for the second time in two days.
So, knowing that he would have to rely on the twins to find the one that he - strangely enough - wanted to hold again, he made a point of looking intently out of the window in hopes of catching a glimpse of what was happening in the outside world.
*****
A loud footfall made a soft naying sound came from the horses' lips as it stood over its fallen master. Backing up slightly, the horse made sure to place its body between the sound in the forest and its master, and stood its ground, waiting for the steps to get closer.
As it waited, two things suddenly happened at once. One was a large amount of commotion came charging at it from the left and the other was something smaller and yet deadly came at it from the right.
As it felt the shaft pierce its skin and its heart, it still stood over its master until its legs could no longer hold it. Even as if fell, it fell next to the blond Elf, and, laying its head upon the thin body, it prepared to die as the footsteps came ever closer.
*****
"You may have a crazy's intuition, Elrohir, but I am not seeing anything that would prove you right!" Elladan smirked at his twin who was looking left to right frantically.
They had been on this path for near on an hour now, and it was with no luck that they kept searching. Nothing had turned up in evidence of the other Elf's passing and both were starting to get above frustrated. No one of anything had ever outsmarted them, or avoided being found by them, especially no psychotic Elf with a serious mental problem.
"But there is no other way that he could have gone!" Elrohir protested against his brothers words. "If he had created his own trail we would have noticed it, no matter how well hidden it was, and there are no other paths in this remote direction. He *has* to have come this way!"
"Insist all you like, little brother, but it will not change the past. It he has not come this way then there is no way in which to make him." Elladan replied with a look of wisdom in his eyes.
"Quit with the indecipherable riddles and fake wisdom, Elladan." Elrohir scoffed at his brother who liked to appear wise and cryptic. Elrohir was almost certain that Elladan spent every second hanging on the words of Gandalf whenever the old wizard was in their presence, and it was starting to show in the way the older of the two spoke and acted - much to Elrohir annoyance. It was hard living with a brother that would never give a straight answer, even if his life depended on it. "This is neither the time nor the place."
"Well, look whose all high and mighty!" Elladan jested with his brother, knowing that sooner or later Elrohir would crack and burst into laughter.
"I am high and mighty and - VALAR!" Elrohir shouted out as he ducked an oncoming arrow aimed at his head. It was only through chance that he had sensed the shaft flying through the air and directly in line with his temple.
Looking first quickly to the arrow, he saw it sticking out of a tree only a few feet away. The wood that was used to carve it was dark and twisted, black in colour and matching the feathers that adorned the thick shaft and aided it in flying.
Looking quickly back in the direction that it had come, he saw a few laboring bodies through the trunks of the great trees of the borders of Rivendell. Hearing his brother already drawing his bow, Elrohir felt the need to state the obvious, "Orcs!"
Fitting an arrow to the string, Elrohir glanced back at his brother. "Shall we?" he questioned, trying to keep a light heart in the situation.
"Lead the way," Elladan replied with his own arrow fixed to the string that was braided out of his own hair.
Spurring both of their horses on, Elrohir and Elladan made their way quickly through the trees in the direction of the Orcs that they had glimpsed. Crashing through the trees, each with their own war cries, the two identical Elves made ready to slay the foul beats that had dared to trespass on their fathers land.
*****
Waiting. It seemed like all that he ever did was wait.
Sighing and running a hand through his unruly hair, Estel tapped his foot against the floor and the front right chair leg. He had been sitting there, staring out of the window in the direction that his brothers had made chase in for the last two hours now, and, quiet frankly, he was bored out of his mind.
He had tried playing 'spot the hidden Elven guards in the trees' but that did not last long as, as he soon found out, the 'hidden Elves' were just that - hidden, and he could not even hope to be able to see them with his human eyes. The next game preference was to throw things at the Elves that passed under his room's window, but, since he had, at one stage or another, hit most of Rivendell's occupants they were already on to him and on a number of occasions he had had to bolt his door as the angry Elf came up threatening to teach him a lesson.
And so he was degraded to just sitting there, tapping his foot and cleaning his nails with his small knife. Truth be told, he did not know why he even bothered - cleaning his nails that is - as they were forever dirty and every time - without fail - right after he had finished there was something that he would want to do that would get the dirt stuck so far under there that there was no hope in getting it out. The only real reason that he did it was because the cook insisted, especially when he offered to help out in the kitchens.
Putting the knife down, Estel threw himself on his bed, immediately regretting it as pain shot up his shoulder. Letting out a loud and frustrated shout, he glared at the door like it was an Orc and made up his mind.
No longer was he about to sit around here and do nothing. He had a blond archer to catch and learn everything about - provided that they could get over the "I want to kill you" thing on the blonds side, and to this Estel really held hope. He wanted to get to know this Elf, to know everything about him and his life - to be part of his life in fact.
Grabbing a pack that he had thrown into the corner of his room, Estel pulled on a cloak with a hood and silently made his way to the door.
Sneaking down the corridor - but still making enough noise to wake the dead - Estel made his way to his horse and, after a quick equipment check, rode out of the stables, hissing in pain at every bump but not having the sense to turn around.
*****
"Are you not going to stop him?" Coravil asked as he and Elrond stood there, watching the Lord's foster son attempt to sneak out yet only succeeding in making every Elf in the near area turn to look at him peculiarly.
"There is no point! He listens to me about as much as everyone listened to me in the Second Age." Elrond sighed out while turning away from the window. "Anyway, he will not find any of the Elves - he has not the skill - or the patience to learn."
Smiling broadly and turning to walk out of the room, Coravil could not help one last comment, "I almost pity the race of men then, if he is to be their savor!"
Elrond narrowed his eyes slightly, but, after only a moment, he could not help but laugh at the others words. It was true, Estel was a troublesome child; always getting into mischief and never doing what was expected of him. They were all in for a bumpy ride if they were to get Estel to behave as he should, and, quite frankly, Elrond did not fancy himself being the one to have to do it. Better leave that to his two sons.
*****
Letting a thin shaft fly through the air and hit the first visible Orc in the throat, Elrohir smiled to himself as he saw the body crash to the ground.
The twins were famous for their ruthlessness against the Orcs that had been the cause of their mother's departure from Middle-Earth many years ago. Since the day that they had stumbled upon her in a small, Orc infested cave they had hated the beasts with a fiery passion. Any that were seen in these lands were quickly extinguished by the twins and they often made it a habit to travel far and wide, killing as many as they could see and find in memory of their beloved mother.
Riding through the trees, they suddenly came to a stop, both sensing that which the other did. The Orcs' could no longer be seen, but they could sense them, smell them in the air and feel the reaction the forest had to them.
Glancing at each other again, it was too late that the twins realized their mistake.
A cry sounded from their right and as they turned, they saw. . . nothing.
Spinning back to the left, Elrohir was just in time to see an Orc making its way towards them silently. The Orcs' companion was obviously trying to trick the Elves into focusing their attention to the right instead of where the real danger lay.
Quickly releasing an arrow, Elrohir watched as the sneaky Orc fell to the ground, its black blood spilling forth.
A cry of surprise came from his brother, and, whirling around, he saw that Elladan was frantically kicking out at an Orc that had somehow latched onto his boot. Seeing that, all around the clearing, Orcs where emerging from the woods, Elrohir knew that they were greatly outnumbered and that, more horrifyingly, they were surrounded.
Deciding that he would have a better chance on foot, Elrohir swiftly dismounted and let another arrow fly at the closest Orc, hitting it in the dead centre of its head. Seeing Elladan kick the Orc that had a hold of him in the head so hard that the neck broke, Elrohir knew that his twin could take care of himself, thus he turned his attention to the quickly filling clearing.
It was as if all of a sudden the forest had come alive. Orcs' shouted in their foul language while bashing their weapons against their crude armor and stomping their feet, their loud cries making Elrohir cringe with hate and disgust. The natural sounds of the forest were there, but with an exception; they all seemed to be afraid. Woodland animals could be heard scattering and scurrying this way and that, their little feet making a barely audible pitter-patter over the noises of the rowdy Orcs'.
Hearing his brother swear in what he thought was the language of the dwarves, Elrohir instantly moved back towards his twin, knowing that he had dismounted and was doing the same. Both had put their bows away, seeing the uselessness of the deadly weapons at such close quarters, and had turned to their twin bow-knives to provide their protection.
Standing back to back in the middle of the not-so-clear clearing, the twins let their eyes dart left and right, taking in numbers and weapon types. Holding their daggers up at the defensive, they saw that there were far too many for them to fight alone and it was with a sinking heart that Elrohir counted what he believed to be the fortieth Orc come into the clearing.
The new Orc seemed to be the leader as, once he came in, all the noise stopped and the other beasts seemed to half show him respect. They all stood to what would appear was their form of attention and none dared to even utter a growl in the presence of this new beast.
Noticing something strange behind the aforementioned creature, Elrohir peered closer to see a glimpse of blond hair. Waiting for the leader to walk around his troops, inspecting the way in which that had captured the two Elves, Elrohir gasped; causing his brother to turn and see what had startled him so.
With his hands bound behind his back and a rope attached about his neck; the other end in the hands of the Orc, stood an Elf. An Elf with blond hair, wearing greens and browns and once the Elf turned his head, through the blood and grime, the twins could see that it was the same one that they had been hunting for the last few hours.
"Well," Elladan hissed out between his teeth while gripping tighter at his daggers, "it would appear that we found our Elf!"
Elrohir just rolled his eyes at their bad luck and his brother's apparent calmness about their situation. His heart was pounding faster and faster, making his palms sweaty and behind his ears itch and deep down, he knew that no matter how tough Elladan pretended to be, he was just as scared and was suffering the same doubts as he.
In his minds eye, all Elrohir could see was the body of his mother when they found her. She had been beaten mercilessly, turning her pale skin into dark shades of blue and black. Her eyes seemed to be hollow, holding none of the light that they once had, and her voice showed that she had long given up hope.
Looking to the mystery Elf that was barely able to stand on his feet, Elrohir felt sorry for the him. He had not hated him as he believed his brother had, for, after all, was it not Elladan who had once told him that everyone does what they do for a purpose, and so he had allowed the blond archer the benefit of the doubt. And now, now he wanted nothing more to help the Elf, to tell him that things would be alright and to perhaps take him back to Estel who seemed so fond of the blond creature.
As if the captive Elf had sensed his eyes upon him, the blond turned his head and looked right into the eyes of Elrohir, causing the latter to shudder. Those eyes seemed hunted, if not by this incident than by something else and it made Elrohir's resolve to help this unknown Elf even stronger.
Yet, before he could further contemplate on the this new found want to help the being that had attempted to kill his foster brother, a cry went up through the ranks of Orcs' and, as one body, they rushed forward, weapons held high and snarls upon their already twisted faces.
*****
Tbc.
Hehehehe, I could not resist.
Umm, for all those that wanted to see Legolas get taken, there is a reason that you didn't - or see what happened after that for that matter. That allows me more leeway with the story later on.
Anyway, I hope you liked it and I do again apologize shortness and the lack of updates.
Minka.
"Now that I've got school covered, I have only the world outside these walls to fuck up."
Umm, I know that it had taken me ages to update, and for that I do apologize. I got so caught up in Shadows Within that I almost forgot that I had others stories and then *bang* I was stuck in the middle of exams and trying to pass my grade! Lol, but I am back now - as you can see.
Umm, as you all know, I have problems, and I kinda made some of this sorta funny. I mean, it is not laugh your ass off stuff, but it is humorous in itself. The thing is, this is meant to be a dark story, but hey, what can ya do? Oh, and I don't know why Elrohir gets itchy behind the ears when he gets nervous, but he just does! You got that? Lol.
I also hope that you will consider reading my new story The Eaters of the Dead as I am rather proud of that one.
Umm, ok, thank you to everyone that has reviewed! I feel very loved and I only hope that I will be able to get you more chapters very soon.
Bluetiful - I have often wondered about that myself. *looks at self in the mirror* no pointed ears so I guess Elven is out, too tall so I am not a Hobbit, *sigh* guess I might have to be human after all. LOL.
Ihni - I am glad that you like my stories, but the chances of me finishing something before I start another is very slim. I mean, I will finish all my stories - it will just take time. I seem to have a touch of A.D.D. and for that reason I find it completely impossible to concentrate on one plot line for too long a time. I get bored easily, and if another idea sounds better then what I am going, then I will always go for the new concept. It is just the way I am, I am sorry.
Vana - yes, he is always coughing u blood - but it is fun to write. And I must say, there is another cliffhanger this chapter!
LittleSpacedemon - all in due time, my friend, all in due time.
Fei Jiao - hope this finds you alive and well.
Again, a very big thank you to all of you who I did not personally thank - please d not feel that I over looked you - it is just that if I replied to everyone it would be longer then the chapter as it is really short! Lol. THANK YOU.
I'm sorry!!!!! I didn't want to kill it, I really didn't, but there was no other real brave way to do what I wanted. I am sorry!
*****
The Blood of Revenge.
Chapter Four (I think - lol!)
Stuck in the Middle.
*****
Estel hissed in pain as the arrow was pulled back through its entering passage of his shoulder. To his credit, it took two other Elves to hold him down during the process so not to buck and cause himself more pain, or injure Elrond in the process.
Truth be told, as strange as it may seem, he had kind of liked having the arrow sticking out of him as it made him feel more of a warrior. He had never been allowed to even help the warriors of Rivendell to earlier this year, and even then his dealings in the way of hunting were limited.
That was the reason that Elrond had sent Estel along to Mirkwood, to give him a purpose and something important to do and yet not endanger the important youth. It had been a task that Estel had readily accepted and he was rather excited at the prospect of going to visit a different division of the Elves that he loved so much. So it was with high spirits that he set out for the large wood to the north, imagining all the fun times that he could have.
He had long since heard of Legolas, the only prince of the woods of Mirkwood, and he had looked forward to meeting him most of all. So, it was with much disappointment that he arrived there to find the prince 'otherwise engaged' and was unable to even get a glimpse of the rumored beauty.
After his brief stay - which he cut short due to the lack of conversation - he set off on a little 'sightseeing trip around Middle-Earth' as the put it to Elrond who had been worried about his long absence. He had only returned last night, curled up in his bed to have a comfortable sleep, and now - well let's just say that things had a way of turning out rather strange in a short amount of time.
Hissing in pain as Elrond bound up the wound; Estel looked out the large window - ok, it was more of a non-wall - wondering where the blond archer was and hoping that his foster brothers would be gentle with the being when they found him. There was nothing that he would have liked more that to go search for the Elf himself, but he knew that Elrond would never allow it and he was not in mind to annoy the elder Elf for the second time in two days.
So, knowing that he would have to rely on the twins to find the one that he - strangely enough - wanted to hold again, he made a point of looking intently out of the window in hopes of catching a glimpse of what was happening in the outside world.
*****
A loud footfall made a soft naying sound came from the horses' lips as it stood over its fallen master. Backing up slightly, the horse made sure to place its body between the sound in the forest and its master, and stood its ground, waiting for the steps to get closer.
As it waited, two things suddenly happened at once. One was a large amount of commotion came charging at it from the left and the other was something smaller and yet deadly came at it from the right.
As it felt the shaft pierce its skin and its heart, it still stood over its master until its legs could no longer hold it. Even as if fell, it fell next to the blond Elf, and, laying its head upon the thin body, it prepared to die as the footsteps came ever closer.
*****
"You may have a crazy's intuition, Elrohir, but I am not seeing anything that would prove you right!" Elladan smirked at his twin who was looking left to right frantically.
They had been on this path for near on an hour now, and it was with no luck that they kept searching. Nothing had turned up in evidence of the other Elf's passing and both were starting to get above frustrated. No one of anything had ever outsmarted them, or avoided being found by them, especially no psychotic Elf with a serious mental problem.
"But there is no other way that he could have gone!" Elrohir protested against his brothers words. "If he had created his own trail we would have noticed it, no matter how well hidden it was, and there are no other paths in this remote direction. He *has* to have come this way!"
"Insist all you like, little brother, but it will not change the past. It he has not come this way then there is no way in which to make him." Elladan replied with a look of wisdom in his eyes.
"Quit with the indecipherable riddles and fake wisdom, Elladan." Elrohir scoffed at his brother who liked to appear wise and cryptic. Elrohir was almost certain that Elladan spent every second hanging on the words of Gandalf whenever the old wizard was in their presence, and it was starting to show in the way the older of the two spoke and acted - much to Elrohir annoyance. It was hard living with a brother that would never give a straight answer, even if his life depended on it. "This is neither the time nor the place."
"Well, look whose all high and mighty!" Elladan jested with his brother, knowing that sooner or later Elrohir would crack and burst into laughter.
"I am high and mighty and - VALAR!" Elrohir shouted out as he ducked an oncoming arrow aimed at his head. It was only through chance that he had sensed the shaft flying through the air and directly in line with his temple.
Looking first quickly to the arrow, he saw it sticking out of a tree only a few feet away. The wood that was used to carve it was dark and twisted, black in colour and matching the feathers that adorned the thick shaft and aided it in flying.
Looking quickly back in the direction that it had come, he saw a few laboring bodies through the trunks of the great trees of the borders of Rivendell. Hearing his brother already drawing his bow, Elrohir felt the need to state the obvious, "Orcs!"
Fitting an arrow to the string, Elrohir glanced back at his brother. "Shall we?" he questioned, trying to keep a light heart in the situation.
"Lead the way," Elladan replied with his own arrow fixed to the string that was braided out of his own hair.
Spurring both of their horses on, Elrohir and Elladan made their way quickly through the trees in the direction of the Orcs that they had glimpsed. Crashing through the trees, each with their own war cries, the two identical Elves made ready to slay the foul beats that had dared to trespass on their fathers land.
*****
Waiting. It seemed like all that he ever did was wait.
Sighing and running a hand through his unruly hair, Estel tapped his foot against the floor and the front right chair leg. He had been sitting there, staring out of the window in the direction that his brothers had made chase in for the last two hours now, and, quiet frankly, he was bored out of his mind.
He had tried playing 'spot the hidden Elven guards in the trees' but that did not last long as, as he soon found out, the 'hidden Elves' were just that - hidden, and he could not even hope to be able to see them with his human eyes. The next game preference was to throw things at the Elves that passed under his room's window, but, since he had, at one stage or another, hit most of Rivendell's occupants they were already on to him and on a number of occasions he had had to bolt his door as the angry Elf came up threatening to teach him a lesson.
And so he was degraded to just sitting there, tapping his foot and cleaning his nails with his small knife. Truth be told, he did not know why he even bothered - cleaning his nails that is - as they were forever dirty and every time - without fail - right after he had finished there was something that he would want to do that would get the dirt stuck so far under there that there was no hope in getting it out. The only real reason that he did it was because the cook insisted, especially when he offered to help out in the kitchens.
Putting the knife down, Estel threw himself on his bed, immediately regretting it as pain shot up his shoulder. Letting out a loud and frustrated shout, he glared at the door like it was an Orc and made up his mind.
No longer was he about to sit around here and do nothing. He had a blond archer to catch and learn everything about - provided that they could get over the "I want to kill you" thing on the blonds side, and to this Estel really held hope. He wanted to get to know this Elf, to know everything about him and his life - to be part of his life in fact.
Grabbing a pack that he had thrown into the corner of his room, Estel pulled on a cloak with a hood and silently made his way to the door.
Sneaking down the corridor - but still making enough noise to wake the dead - Estel made his way to his horse and, after a quick equipment check, rode out of the stables, hissing in pain at every bump but not having the sense to turn around.
*****
"Are you not going to stop him?" Coravil asked as he and Elrond stood there, watching the Lord's foster son attempt to sneak out yet only succeeding in making every Elf in the near area turn to look at him peculiarly.
"There is no point! He listens to me about as much as everyone listened to me in the Second Age." Elrond sighed out while turning away from the window. "Anyway, he will not find any of the Elves - he has not the skill - or the patience to learn."
Smiling broadly and turning to walk out of the room, Coravil could not help one last comment, "I almost pity the race of men then, if he is to be their savor!"
Elrond narrowed his eyes slightly, but, after only a moment, he could not help but laugh at the others words. It was true, Estel was a troublesome child; always getting into mischief and never doing what was expected of him. They were all in for a bumpy ride if they were to get Estel to behave as he should, and, quite frankly, Elrond did not fancy himself being the one to have to do it. Better leave that to his two sons.
*****
Letting a thin shaft fly through the air and hit the first visible Orc in the throat, Elrohir smiled to himself as he saw the body crash to the ground.
The twins were famous for their ruthlessness against the Orcs that had been the cause of their mother's departure from Middle-Earth many years ago. Since the day that they had stumbled upon her in a small, Orc infested cave they had hated the beasts with a fiery passion. Any that were seen in these lands were quickly extinguished by the twins and they often made it a habit to travel far and wide, killing as many as they could see and find in memory of their beloved mother.
Riding through the trees, they suddenly came to a stop, both sensing that which the other did. The Orcs' could no longer be seen, but they could sense them, smell them in the air and feel the reaction the forest had to them.
Glancing at each other again, it was too late that the twins realized their mistake.
A cry sounded from their right and as they turned, they saw. . . nothing.
Spinning back to the left, Elrohir was just in time to see an Orc making its way towards them silently. The Orcs' companion was obviously trying to trick the Elves into focusing their attention to the right instead of where the real danger lay.
Quickly releasing an arrow, Elrohir watched as the sneaky Orc fell to the ground, its black blood spilling forth.
A cry of surprise came from his brother, and, whirling around, he saw that Elladan was frantically kicking out at an Orc that had somehow latched onto his boot. Seeing that, all around the clearing, Orcs where emerging from the woods, Elrohir knew that they were greatly outnumbered and that, more horrifyingly, they were surrounded.
Deciding that he would have a better chance on foot, Elrohir swiftly dismounted and let another arrow fly at the closest Orc, hitting it in the dead centre of its head. Seeing Elladan kick the Orc that had a hold of him in the head so hard that the neck broke, Elrohir knew that his twin could take care of himself, thus he turned his attention to the quickly filling clearing.
It was as if all of a sudden the forest had come alive. Orcs' shouted in their foul language while bashing their weapons against their crude armor and stomping their feet, their loud cries making Elrohir cringe with hate and disgust. The natural sounds of the forest were there, but with an exception; they all seemed to be afraid. Woodland animals could be heard scattering and scurrying this way and that, their little feet making a barely audible pitter-patter over the noises of the rowdy Orcs'.
Hearing his brother swear in what he thought was the language of the dwarves, Elrohir instantly moved back towards his twin, knowing that he had dismounted and was doing the same. Both had put their bows away, seeing the uselessness of the deadly weapons at such close quarters, and had turned to their twin bow-knives to provide their protection.
Standing back to back in the middle of the not-so-clear clearing, the twins let their eyes dart left and right, taking in numbers and weapon types. Holding their daggers up at the defensive, they saw that there were far too many for them to fight alone and it was with a sinking heart that Elrohir counted what he believed to be the fortieth Orc come into the clearing.
The new Orc seemed to be the leader as, once he came in, all the noise stopped and the other beasts seemed to half show him respect. They all stood to what would appear was their form of attention and none dared to even utter a growl in the presence of this new beast.
Noticing something strange behind the aforementioned creature, Elrohir peered closer to see a glimpse of blond hair. Waiting for the leader to walk around his troops, inspecting the way in which that had captured the two Elves, Elrohir gasped; causing his brother to turn and see what had startled him so.
With his hands bound behind his back and a rope attached about his neck; the other end in the hands of the Orc, stood an Elf. An Elf with blond hair, wearing greens and browns and once the Elf turned his head, through the blood and grime, the twins could see that it was the same one that they had been hunting for the last few hours.
"Well," Elladan hissed out between his teeth while gripping tighter at his daggers, "it would appear that we found our Elf!"
Elrohir just rolled his eyes at their bad luck and his brother's apparent calmness about their situation. His heart was pounding faster and faster, making his palms sweaty and behind his ears itch and deep down, he knew that no matter how tough Elladan pretended to be, he was just as scared and was suffering the same doubts as he.
In his minds eye, all Elrohir could see was the body of his mother when they found her. She had been beaten mercilessly, turning her pale skin into dark shades of blue and black. Her eyes seemed to be hollow, holding none of the light that they once had, and her voice showed that she had long given up hope.
Looking to the mystery Elf that was barely able to stand on his feet, Elrohir felt sorry for the him. He had not hated him as he believed his brother had, for, after all, was it not Elladan who had once told him that everyone does what they do for a purpose, and so he had allowed the blond archer the benefit of the doubt. And now, now he wanted nothing more to help the Elf, to tell him that things would be alright and to perhaps take him back to Estel who seemed so fond of the blond creature.
As if the captive Elf had sensed his eyes upon him, the blond turned his head and looked right into the eyes of Elrohir, causing the latter to shudder. Those eyes seemed hunted, if not by this incident than by something else and it made Elrohir's resolve to help this unknown Elf even stronger.
Yet, before he could further contemplate on the this new found want to help the being that had attempted to kill his foster brother, a cry went up through the ranks of Orcs' and, as one body, they rushed forward, weapons held high and snarls upon their already twisted faces.
*****
Tbc.
Hehehehe, I could not resist.
Umm, for all those that wanted to see Legolas get taken, there is a reason that you didn't - or see what happened after that for that matter. That allows me more leeway with the story later on.
Anyway, I hope you liked it and I do again apologize shortness and the lack of updates.
Minka.
"Now that I've got school covered, I have only the world outside these walls to fuck up."