When I say village, I am referring to Mirkwood, that's how I see it. I
don't know if it was just Thranduil's hall or not, but to clear up
confusion that is what I meant.
'Living the past is a dull and lonely business; looking back strains the neck muscles, and causes you to bump into people not going your way.' -Ferber-
Chapter 6: Rescue
The herbs had helped heal the wounds, but slowly. Trinea still struggled to keep on his feet as the Orcs continued to march on. Corean could feel fear growing inside him with each passing day. Wherever the Orcs were taking them they were getting closer.
He kept a close eye on Trinea, the Elf had gained some strength during the nights rest, but he could see that it was quickly wearing away. He only hoped that Trinea would be able to hold out.
Near the afternoon they were given a rare break as the Orcs stopped to rest. Trinea and Corean fell to their knees, thankful for the change of events. A few Orcs stayed near the prisoners as the others moved up further ahead, talking quietly. Corean strained his ears to see if he could catch some of what they were saying, but the conversation was muffled.
He glanced at Trinea, who was watching him, and shook his head. Whatever the Orcs were saying it was obvious they didn't want the Elves to hear. He watched as a few Orcs glanced at them from where they stood, before turning back to the conversation. Heads nodded and one of the Orcs pointed a finger at Corean, striding toward him.
He felt his heart sink as one of the Orcs came up from behind, grabbing him by the arm and yanking him forcefully to his feet. Corean let out a cry as the rough hands dug into his still healing wound on his arm. The Orc drug him toward the others as he fought to free himself.
A knife was brought under his chin, pressing against his throat, forcing his to stop. He could hear Trinea behind him trying to rise to his feet.
"Diomedes won't be happy if he hears that we disposed of one of our prisoners," one of them sneered.
"He doesn't have to know. Besides he wanted them in good condition. The other is too weak to make it, it's best we get rid of him anyway."
Corean closed his eyes, realizing that they planed to kill Trinea. He could feel the pair of eyes watching him and he swallowed softly.
"What are you waiting for?" one of the Orcs, presumably the leader, yelled.
"As for this one . . ." he was cut off as an arrow sliced through the air, striking him in the chest. Corean opened his eyes as the Orc fell, stunning all the others into a dead silence. Suddenly more arrows flew through the air. The Orcs wasted no time in reacting as they withdrew their own bows and fired back at their assailants.
Corean tried to break free of his hold but the Orc still had the knife against his throat, limiting his freedom considerably. His eyes widened as a man and an Elf broke into the clearing, their swords drawn. "Estel," he whispered.
"Get going!" the Orcs from behind him yelled, half pushing and half dragging Corean out of the area.
"Estel!" Corean cried out as he tried to wrench himself free of the grasp.
*******
Aragorn could still feel the sickening feeling he had gotten when he and Legolas had seen Trinea and Corean prisoners at the hands of the Orcs. The two knew that they were taking their chances, but both agreed that they had to try.
Racing into the clearing Aragorn had fought his way through, making his way toward Trinea. The Elf was still on his knees, trying to pull away from the Orc that threatened his life. In one swift movement Aragorn strung his bow and fired an arrow that held true, dropping the foul creature in his tracks.
He had taken but another step toward his friend when he heard a cry. Turning he was able to see an Orc dragging Corean away. He glanced back a Trinea who nodded at him.
"Go, I'll be fine," he whispered as he struggled to his feet.
Aragorn wasted no time in following his other friend, but his path was cut off by another attack of Orcs. For whatever reason the Orcs did not want their prisoner to be freed. Aragorn was barely able to fight off the oncoming blows, let alone land his own. There were to many of them.
Out of the corner of his eye he could see Legolas jump out of the way as a dagger slashed dangerously close to his side. His action was unwise as the Orcs used the moment of distraction to their advantage. The small dagger caught Aragorn in the chest between the ribs, tearing through flesh and bone. Aragorn cried out in pain as he dropped to his knees.
His cry of pain was not lost on Legolas who quickly came to his aid, dodging the Orcs that pursed him and struck one of the Orcs near Aragorn. Quickly he wrapped his arm around the ranger's chest and drug him away from the advancing Orcs. He noted with disgust that the dagger was still lodged in his chest.
Slowed by injury Aragorn grasped Legolas' arm as he was pulled to his feet. The pain was overwhelming and he was dangerously close to blacking out, but Legolas' strong arms supported him easily. He watched fearfully as the Orcs surrounded them easily.
The last thing he saw was two forms leaping from the forest, their weapons drawn. Behind them came others, following their suit. //Strange// he thought as the world around him went black //they look like Elladan and Elrohir//
******
Legolas supported Aragorn as the human lost consciousness. He had an ill taste in his mouth that this would be their end. But at that moment his heart leapt as several Elves broke through the clearing, fighting their way through.
Within moments they easily had the Orcs outnumbered and soon they all were dead. Legolas eased the ranger to the ground as the Twins rushed forward. Legolas recognized the other Elves as his own group that he had been separated from.
"Estel," Elladan whispered as he checked his brother's vitals. His breathing came in painful gasps, his hand resting lightly around dagger that was lodged in his chest. Blood stained the fabric of his tunic. Elladan gently eased the dagger out, unable to stop himself form cringing as his brother groaned in pain.
"Corean," Trinea stuttered as he was released from his bonds. "They still have them."
Legolas looked up at the others, remembering the direction they had taken them. "That way," he said nodding his head in that direction. He gently eased the ranger to the ground, picking up his knives.
Elladan tuned to Elrohir, "You tend to Estel, Legolas and I will go after him."
Elrohir nodded, moving to collect his pack to find the med kit.
******
They had traveled far before they spotted them. The Orc was dragging the helpless Elf across the river. The water moved quickly around their waists, making it harder to cross. Legolas raced forward as Elladan drew the string on his bow tight, letting an arrow fly. It struck the fleeing Orc square in the back, dropping the Orc immediately into the icy water.
His reasoning was faulty, for without the Orc holding onto the captive, the Elf didn't have the strength to fight against the fierce current, and was swept underneath the water easily. Legolas quickly changed his course as he raced along side the river, trying to gain ground so that he might be able to reach Corean before the falls. Elladan was not far behind.
Corean fought his way to the surface, taking a much need breath as he tried to keep his head above the water. His arms were useless to him now, tied behind his back he wasn't able to steer himself properly, and he found himself being pulled under the surface once again.
Up ahead Legolas could see a log that submerged into the river, a tree that had fallen not too long ago. If the log would support him he would be able to get out in the middle of the river and hopefully be able to catch Corean as he went by.
He reached the log moments later, Elladan was still behind a ways. Wasting no time he jumped into the water, holding onto the log for support. Wading out he was barely able to keep his balance as the current tugged as his feet, threatening to pull him down. The water level dropped sown quickly as he made his way out, from his knees to his waist, then up to his chest, he soon found himself holding on to the log even more as the ground disappeared from underneath him.
Gripping onto the log his keen eyes searched the water, quickly spotting the Elf as he floated quickly down the river. Fear shot through him when he saw that Corean was no longer fighting against the current, but instead his body lay limp. He reached out and grabbed the back of the tunic, struggling to hold onto both him and the log.
Slowly he pulled the Elf near him, letting his head fall back against his chest, and preparing for whatever he might see. Panic shot through him, Corean's face was pale; he wasn't breathing.
Suddenly the branch he was holding onto cracked slightly under their weight. It wasn't going to hold them.
"Elladan!" Legolas cried out, glancing over his shoulder trying to see where he was. "Hurry, it's breaking," he cried out in alarm.
He turned his attention back to Corean, the Elf still lay limp in his grasp, his lips were turning a soft blue. "Come on, breathe," he whispered, praying softly, "Breathe."
Suddenly the branch broke with fierce snap, and Legolas gave a startled cry as the two were drawn underneath the surface, the waterfall roaring in his ears as they were swept towards it with alarming speed.
TBC . . .
'Living the past is a dull and lonely business; looking back strains the neck muscles, and causes you to bump into people not going your way.' -Ferber-
Chapter 6: Rescue
The herbs had helped heal the wounds, but slowly. Trinea still struggled to keep on his feet as the Orcs continued to march on. Corean could feel fear growing inside him with each passing day. Wherever the Orcs were taking them they were getting closer.
He kept a close eye on Trinea, the Elf had gained some strength during the nights rest, but he could see that it was quickly wearing away. He only hoped that Trinea would be able to hold out.
Near the afternoon they were given a rare break as the Orcs stopped to rest. Trinea and Corean fell to their knees, thankful for the change of events. A few Orcs stayed near the prisoners as the others moved up further ahead, talking quietly. Corean strained his ears to see if he could catch some of what they were saying, but the conversation was muffled.
He glanced at Trinea, who was watching him, and shook his head. Whatever the Orcs were saying it was obvious they didn't want the Elves to hear. He watched as a few Orcs glanced at them from where they stood, before turning back to the conversation. Heads nodded and one of the Orcs pointed a finger at Corean, striding toward him.
He felt his heart sink as one of the Orcs came up from behind, grabbing him by the arm and yanking him forcefully to his feet. Corean let out a cry as the rough hands dug into his still healing wound on his arm. The Orc drug him toward the others as he fought to free himself.
A knife was brought under his chin, pressing against his throat, forcing his to stop. He could hear Trinea behind him trying to rise to his feet.
"Diomedes won't be happy if he hears that we disposed of one of our prisoners," one of them sneered.
"He doesn't have to know. Besides he wanted them in good condition. The other is too weak to make it, it's best we get rid of him anyway."
Corean closed his eyes, realizing that they planed to kill Trinea. He could feel the pair of eyes watching him and he swallowed softly.
"What are you waiting for?" one of the Orcs, presumably the leader, yelled.
"As for this one . . ." he was cut off as an arrow sliced through the air, striking him in the chest. Corean opened his eyes as the Orc fell, stunning all the others into a dead silence. Suddenly more arrows flew through the air. The Orcs wasted no time in reacting as they withdrew their own bows and fired back at their assailants.
Corean tried to break free of his hold but the Orc still had the knife against his throat, limiting his freedom considerably. His eyes widened as a man and an Elf broke into the clearing, their swords drawn. "Estel," he whispered.
"Get going!" the Orcs from behind him yelled, half pushing and half dragging Corean out of the area.
"Estel!" Corean cried out as he tried to wrench himself free of the grasp.
*******
Aragorn could still feel the sickening feeling he had gotten when he and Legolas had seen Trinea and Corean prisoners at the hands of the Orcs. The two knew that they were taking their chances, but both agreed that they had to try.
Racing into the clearing Aragorn had fought his way through, making his way toward Trinea. The Elf was still on his knees, trying to pull away from the Orc that threatened his life. In one swift movement Aragorn strung his bow and fired an arrow that held true, dropping the foul creature in his tracks.
He had taken but another step toward his friend when he heard a cry. Turning he was able to see an Orc dragging Corean away. He glanced back a Trinea who nodded at him.
"Go, I'll be fine," he whispered as he struggled to his feet.
Aragorn wasted no time in following his other friend, but his path was cut off by another attack of Orcs. For whatever reason the Orcs did not want their prisoner to be freed. Aragorn was barely able to fight off the oncoming blows, let alone land his own. There were to many of them.
Out of the corner of his eye he could see Legolas jump out of the way as a dagger slashed dangerously close to his side. His action was unwise as the Orcs used the moment of distraction to their advantage. The small dagger caught Aragorn in the chest between the ribs, tearing through flesh and bone. Aragorn cried out in pain as he dropped to his knees.
His cry of pain was not lost on Legolas who quickly came to his aid, dodging the Orcs that pursed him and struck one of the Orcs near Aragorn. Quickly he wrapped his arm around the ranger's chest and drug him away from the advancing Orcs. He noted with disgust that the dagger was still lodged in his chest.
Slowed by injury Aragorn grasped Legolas' arm as he was pulled to his feet. The pain was overwhelming and he was dangerously close to blacking out, but Legolas' strong arms supported him easily. He watched fearfully as the Orcs surrounded them easily.
The last thing he saw was two forms leaping from the forest, their weapons drawn. Behind them came others, following their suit. //Strange// he thought as the world around him went black //they look like Elladan and Elrohir//
******
Legolas supported Aragorn as the human lost consciousness. He had an ill taste in his mouth that this would be their end. But at that moment his heart leapt as several Elves broke through the clearing, fighting their way through.
Within moments they easily had the Orcs outnumbered and soon they all were dead. Legolas eased the ranger to the ground as the Twins rushed forward. Legolas recognized the other Elves as his own group that he had been separated from.
"Estel," Elladan whispered as he checked his brother's vitals. His breathing came in painful gasps, his hand resting lightly around dagger that was lodged in his chest. Blood stained the fabric of his tunic. Elladan gently eased the dagger out, unable to stop himself form cringing as his brother groaned in pain.
"Corean," Trinea stuttered as he was released from his bonds. "They still have them."
Legolas looked up at the others, remembering the direction they had taken them. "That way," he said nodding his head in that direction. He gently eased the ranger to the ground, picking up his knives.
Elladan tuned to Elrohir, "You tend to Estel, Legolas and I will go after him."
Elrohir nodded, moving to collect his pack to find the med kit.
******
They had traveled far before they spotted them. The Orc was dragging the helpless Elf across the river. The water moved quickly around their waists, making it harder to cross. Legolas raced forward as Elladan drew the string on his bow tight, letting an arrow fly. It struck the fleeing Orc square in the back, dropping the Orc immediately into the icy water.
His reasoning was faulty, for without the Orc holding onto the captive, the Elf didn't have the strength to fight against the fierce current, and was swept underneath the water easily. Legolas quickly changed his course as he raced along side the river, trying to gain ground so that he might be able to reach Corean before the falls. Elladan was not far behind.
Corean fought his way to the surface, taking a much need breath as he tried to keep his head above the water. His arms were useless to him now, tied behind his back he wasn't able to steer himself properly, and he found himself being pulled under the surface once again.
Up ahead Legolas could see a log that submerged into the river, a tree that had fallen not too long ago. If the log would support him he would be able to get out in the middle of the river and hopefully be able to catch Corean as he went by.
He reached the log moments later, Elladan was still behind a ways. Wasting no time he jumped into the water, holding onto the log for support. Wading out he was barely able to keep his balance as the current tugged as his feet, threatening to pull him down. The water level dropped sown quickly as he made his way out, from his knees to his waist, then up to his chest, he soon found himself holding on to the log even more as the ground disappeared from underneath him.
Gripping onto the log his keen eyes searched the water, quickly spotting the Elf as he floated quickly down the river. Fear shot through him when he saw that Corean was no longer fighting against the current, but instead his body lay limp. He reached out and grabbed the back of the tunic, struggling to hold onto both him and the log.
Slowly he pulled the Elf near him, letting his head fall back against his chest, and preparing for whatever he might see. Panic shot through him, Corean's face was pale; he wasn't breathing.
Suddenly the branch he was holding onto cracked slightly under their weight. It wasn't going to hold them.
"Elladan!" Legolas cried out, glancing over his shoulder trying to see where he was. "Hurry, it's breaking," he cried out in alarm.
He turned his attention back to Corean, the Elf still lay limp in his grasp, his lips were turning a soft blue. "Come on, breathe," he whispered, praying softly, "Breathe."
Suddenly the branch broke with fierce snap, and Legolas gave a startled cry as the two were drawn underneath the surface, the waterfall roaring in his ears as they were swept towards it with alarming speed.
TBC . . .