A/N: Sorry that updates have been slow, final exams are almost upon me
*gasp..choke* ahhhh! Going to fail them all..
Ch 3: Elf Pouncing
After his bath Legolas felt pleasantly clean and refreshed. He slowly returned to place he had last seen his friends, taking his time to enjoy the land around him. Eventually though, he reached what he thought was the camp. Everything seemed to be in order, but there was no one in site. Even his Elven hearing could pick up nothing. Nothing at all. It was as if time had stopped. No birds were singing, no wind was rustling the trees, it was eerily quiet.
Beginning to worry, Legolas stepped into the perimeter of the camp. There was no sign of anyone, but all of their belongings were in place. Suddenly, he felt a heavy weight hit him hard in the back of the legs, knocking him forward. More weight pressed onto his back. Springing into action, he quickly dislodged the weight and rolled over, ready to jump up and fight off these silent attackers. As soon as he was on his back though, he felt a cold smooth blade pressed against his throat. Halting all movement, he glanced up. To his shock the blade belonged to Aragorn, who was looking at him with malice that Legolas has never seen. Merry and Pippin picked themselves up next to him, and he realized that they must have been the weight on his back. He saw that Sam and Frodo were by his feet, and assumed that they were what hit his legs. Boromir was a few feet off to the side, with an arrow notched in his bow, and aiming it directly at him. The dwarf he realized was no where in site. Stepping into his range of view was a very dangerous looking Gandalf. He waved his hand over him, and suddenly the elves ears were bombarded with with sound. 'Well that explains how men, hobbits and a dwarf manged to sneek up on me' thought Legolas to himself. He had no time to think further on this though, because Aragorn began to speak.
" You play a dangerous game, Elf-spy. A game I won't tolerate any longer." Legolas gasped as he felt the blade break the skin on his throat.
A/N: HAHA! Cliff hanger.and possibly THE shortest thing ever written. Sorry guys..I scribbled that on the back of my Chem. Test yesterday, so I didn't have a lot of time.
Ch 3: Elf Pouncing
After his bath Legolas felt pleasantly clean and refreshed. He slowly returned to place he had last seen his friends, taking his time to enjoy the land around him. Eventually though, he reached what he thought was the camp. Everything seemed to be in order, but there was no one in site. Even his Elven hearing could pick up nothing. Nothing at all. It was as if time had stopped. No birds were singing, no wind was rustling the trees, it was eerily quiet.
Beginning to worry, Legolas stepped into the perimeter of the camp. There was no sign of anyone, but all of their belongings were in place. Suddenly, he felt a heavy weight hit him hard in the back of the legs, knocking him forward. More weight pressed onto his back. Springing into action, he quickly dislodged the weight and rolled over, ready to jump up and fight off these silent attackers. As soon as he was on his back though, he felt a cold smooth blade pressed against his throat. Halting all movement, he glanced up. To his shock the blade belonged to Aragorn, who was looking at him with malice that Legolas has never seen. Merry and Pippin picked themselves up next to him, and he realized that they must have been the weight on his back. He saw that Sam and Frodo were by his feet, and assumed that they were what hit his legs. Boromir was a few feet off to the side, with an arrow notched in his bow, and aiming it directly at him. The dwarf he realized was no where in site. Stepping into his range of view was a very dangerous looking Gandalf. He waved his hand over him, and suddenly the elves ears were bombarded with with sound. 'Well that explains how men, hobbits and a dwarf manged to sneek up on me' thought Legolas to himself. He had no time to think further on this though, because Aragorn began to speak.
" You play a dangerous game, Elf-spy. A game I won't tolerate any longer." Legolas gasped as he felt the blade break the skin on his throat.
A/N: HAHA! Cliff hanger.and possibly THE shortest thing ever written. Sorry guys..I scribbled that on the back of my Chem. Test yesterday, so I didn't have a lot of time.