A/N: Well, you like it then..I'll keep going for the time being..
The Attack
As soon as I had made out the sound of approaching feet I had raised my bow and guard. It was clear that they came in great numbers. I feared for Aragorn's safety though I tried not to favour him over the others. I was so anxious that I was prepared for battle long before I had even informed Aragorn of the situation.
He jumped to his feet and unsheathed Anduril, his grey eyes shining with readiness. He cried out to the rest of the camp. They too raised themselves and weapons. To my surprise, Boromir appeared suddenly from the trees. Where had he been? He appeared rested and equipped for the coming fray though I had not seen him previously in the camp. I shook my head and returned focus to the weapon in my ivory hands, trying not to admire Aragorn in the spare moments we had before our enemy reached us.
Aragorn was desperately looking for the foe; I knew he could not see them. But they were there. He had to trust my elven senses. Any second now I said to myself, my shot had to be perfectly timed. The following seconds seemed like an eternity, I send a silent prayer for Aragorn, needing him to be prepared and safe. I could not bear to lose him. Then I let the arrow fly.
Square in the chest, the orc fell quickly and I swiftly notched another arrow, more would follow.
That they did. Before long we were surrounded, orcs in every direction - except one. I had no choice, my bow replaced in its quiver; I leaped for the nearest branch. From my new vantage point I was about to unleash an attack upon the unsuspecting adversary when I heard a cry. Frodo was surrounded on the other side of our now desecrated camp. No one was in any position to help him. I made my decision, again withdrawing my weapons; I began to make my journey across the canopy bounding from tree to tree. I quickly reached the tree directly above the stricken hobbit. Hooking my feet around a branch, I flipped downwards, scooping up the halfling gently. I pulled him into the foliage where he would be hidden from the prying eyes of the demons below us.
I watched in horror as the orcs began hacking angrily at the trunk of the tree in which we stood. From the age and almost audible pain of the beautiful structure that housed us, it would not stand much more of this. We had to move, and hastily.
"Get on my back.hurry."
The hobbit clambered upwards awkwardly; I braced myself and moved to the edge of the branch, as nimble as a mountain goat I leapt the nearest tree, just as the said branch gave way.
Frodo was shaking violently; I removed my cloak and wrapped it around carefully.
"Hush.all will be well." A promise I intended to keep.
I gracefully jumped down onto the ground, drawing my daggers as I did so. I fought with renewed vigour and purpose, caring and protecting for the small childlike figure above me. I battled for many minutes keeping a perimeter around the laden tree. I glanced over to Aragorn, clad in black, a look of great intensity of his glorious face. How I wanted him, I banished the thought from my mind. I had to focus.
He seemed to dance around the foe wielding his sword high, deadly and graceful all at once. A sight to behold - so different from myself, still as beautiful. His grace in battle reminded me of my own nimble feet.
My thoughts were cut short by an orc spear glancing off my face and into the base of the tree I had to protect. Blood poured down my cheek and down the neck of my moss tunic implying a more serious injury. As I our eyes locked I caught a moment of concern in Aragorn's face. I sighed, as I would have to explain myself later.
However, I had dealt easily with most of the surrounding orcs, my lover and Boromir fared just as well. Gimili fought bravely, shielding the remaining three hobbits. I went aid him as I heard a strangled cry, Frodo. I turned expecting to see a horrifying visage of orcs climbing the tree that I had placed him in. I did not. I had to bite back a smile as I realised as the hobbit (in perfect safety) was merely panicking over his height.
"One second Frodo, I'm coming."
I climbed tree and went to reassure him when I heard a faint sound from behind. A slight swish. I did not react fast enough, covering my mouth and Frodo's as arrow pierced my shoulder blades.
Aragorn could not know, the last thing he needed now was a distraction from what faced him.
I motioned silence before removing my hand from the hobbit's mouth.
"Some secrets are meant to be kept Frodo, for the good of those around. Though, often they cannot remain so for long." I said with a bitter smile as way of explanation to Frodo. He made me promise I would get help after this was all over. Stubborn hobbit.
I winced as with help pulled the arrow from my back, the wound would heal. The sounds below had subsided. I allowed a look downwards and saw as Aragorn ruthlessly slaughtered the final orc. The small hobbit beneath me had shouted for Aragorn before I had chance to protest. He turned and walked slowly towards us.
I brought the arrow around my body and up to my face in order to examine it. I gasped as a noted a gritty blue substance that tarnished the tip.
"You're going to tell Aragorn and get help now, aren't you Legolas? Legolas?"
As the hobbit spoke, blackness had appeared the corners of my vision; the world was fading. I shakily rose to my feet as the hobbit continued to call my name.
"Legolas?"
Aragorn was mere feet away as I stumbled back unto a branch that wasn't there.
The last thing I remember is Aragorn screaming my name as I hit the ground with a thud.
A/N: Hehe, hope you like it! Want more? Then review! New chapter on Sunday if I get enough.
The Attack
As soon as I had made out the sound of approaching feet I had raised my bow and guard. It was clear that they came in great numbers. I feared for Aragorn's safety though I tried not to favour him over the others. I was so anxious that I was prepared for battle long before I had even informed Aragorn of the situation.
He jumped to his feet and unsheathed Anduril, his grey eyes shining with readiness. He cried out to the rest of the camp. They too raised themselves and weapons. To my surprise, Boromir appeared suddenly from the trees. Where had he been? He appeared rested and equipped for the coming fray though I had not seen him previously in the camp. I shook my head and returned focus to the weapon in my ivory hands, trying not to admire Aragorn in the spare moments we had before our enemy reached us.
Aragorn was desperately looking for the foe; I knew he could not see them. But they were there. He had to trust my elven senses. Any second now I said to myself, my shot had to be perfectly timed. The following seconds seemed like an eternity, I send a silent prayer for Aragorn, needing him to be prepared and safe. I could not bear to lose him. Then I let the arrow fly.
Square in the chest, the orc fell quickly and I swiftly notched another arrow, more would follow.
That they did. Before long we were surrounded, orcs in every direction - except one. I had no choice, my bow replaced in its quiver; I leaped for the nearest branch. From my new vantage point I was about to unleash an attack upon the unsuspecting adversary when I heard a cry. Frodo was surrounded on the other side of our now desecrated camp. No one was in any position to help him. I made my decision, again withdrawing my weapons; I began to make my journey across the canopy bounding from tree to tree. I quickly reached the tree directly above the stricken hobbit. Hooking my feet around a branch, I flipped downwards, scooping up the halfling gently. I pulled him into the foliage where he would be hidden from the prying eyes of the demons below us.
I watched in horror as the orcs began hacking angrily at the trunk of the tree in which we stood. From the age and almost audible pain of the beautiful structure that housed us, it would not stand much more of this. We had to move, and hastily.
"Get on my back.hurry."
The hobbit clambered upwards awkwardly; I braced myself and moved to the edge of the branch, as nimble as a mountain goat I leapt the nearest tree, just as the said branch gave way.
Frodo was shaking violently; I removed my cloak and wrapped it around carefully.
"Hush.all will be well." A promise I intended to keep.
I gracefully jumped down onto the ground, drawing my daggers as I did so. I fought with renewed vigour and purpose, caring and protecting for the small childlike figure above me. I battled for many minutes keeping a perimeter around the laden tree. I glanced over to Aragorn, clad in black, a look of great intensity of his glorious face. How I wanted him, I banished the thought from my mind. I had to focus.
He seemed to dance around the foe wielding his sword high, deadly and graceful all at once. A sight to behold - so different from myself, still as beautiful. His grace in battle reminded me of my own nimble feet.
My thoughts were cut short by an orc spear glancing off my face and into the base of the tree I had to protect. Blood poured down my cheek and down the neck of my moss tunic implying a more serious injury. As I our eyes locked I caught a moment of concern in Aragorn's face. I sighed, as I would have to explain myself later.
However, I had dealt easily with most of the surrounding orcs, my lover and Boromir fared just as well. Gimili fought bravely, shielding the remaining three hobbits. I went aid him as I heard a strangled cry, Frodo. I turned expecting to see a horrifying visage of orcs climbing the tree that I had placed him in. I did not. I had to bite back a smile as I realised as the hobbit (in perfect safety) was merely panicking over his height.
"One second Frodo, I'm coming."
I climbed tree and went to reassure him when I heard a faint sound from behind. A slight swish. I did not react fast enough, covering my mouth and Frodo's as arrow pierced my shoulder blades.
Aragorn could not know, the last thing he needed now was a distraction from what faced him.
I motioned silence before removing my hand from the hobbit's mouth.
"Some secrets are meant to be kept Frodo, for the good of those around. Though, often they cannot remain so for long." I said with a bitter smile as way of explanation to Frodo. He made me promise I would get help after this was all over. Stubborn hobbit.
I winced as with help pulled the arrow from my back, the wound would heal. The sounds below had subsided. I allowed a look downwards and saw as Aragorn ruthlessly slaughtered the final orc. The small hobbit beneath me had shouted for Aragorn before I had chance to protest. He turned and walked slowly towards us.
I brought the arrow around my body and up to my face in order to examine it. I gasped as a noted a gritty blue substance that tarnished the tip.
"You're going to tell Aragorn and get help now, aren't you Legolas? Legolas?"
As the hobbit spoke, blackness had appeared the corners of my vision; the world was fading. I shakily rose to my feet as the hobbit continued to call my name.
"Legolas?"
Aragorn was mere feet away as I stumbled back unto a branch that wasn't there.
The last thing I remember is Aragorn screaming my name as I hit the ground with a thud.
A/N: Hehe, hope you like it! Want more? Then review! New chapter on Sunday if I get enough.