Chapter 8
Disclaimer: See chapter One
Author Notes: Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. I kinda hit a road block on it. I want to say thank you to SiriZ for writing this chapter. This is all her work. Thank you girl for writing it for me..
Reviews Please!
PT
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Aragorn was jolted to reality when he felt himself slamming to the ground. His head pounded with his heartbeat and his vision refused to clear. Shaking some of the grogginess from his mind the ranger sat up on his knees and looked round. They still were not very far from where he and his brother had been attacked.
Looking at the orcs around him and around the small area in which they had stopped Aragorn looked for his brother. The elf lay not far from him his eyes hidden behind closed eye lids and a nasty gash on over his temple still bleedly freely.
Edging towards his foster brother, Estel ripped a piece of his tunic and wiped some of the blood from Elorhir's pale face. Sitting back on his heal he looked around the area to see if any being and seen he was up yet. The man gasped as he realized they were just outside of the cave he had found for Legolas.
Trying not to draw to much attention to himself Aragorn crawled a little ways towards the cave entrance. A sigh escaped his lips as he noticed the fire in the cave had been put out and the orcs were ruffled because they could not find the immortal inside.
As he watched three more of the foul creatures enter the cave for a last look Strider shook his head. How did the orcs know about the cave. Had he been so careless as to not cover up their trail? Or perhaps one of the orcs followed him from where Legolas had gotten shot.
The ranger's attention was directed to the cave as a cry echoed from within. The clang of metal on metal made the man's heart race. They had found Legolas.
Despite the vertigo threatening to bring him down Aragorn leapt up and sprinted towards the cave, but only to be tripped by an orc. Landing on the muddy ground again he struggled to get up but the creature pinned him down only allowing him to hear Legolas' struggle with another orc in the cave.
The man closed his eyes as suddenly the sound of ringing metal stopped. He could hear Legolas cursing at the creature in elvish. A howl of anger ripped from the orc's mouth followed by a familiar anguished cry of pain.
"LEGOLAS!"
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Legolas stilled his breathing as he heard the heavy footfalls of the orcs searching around the cave for him. The foul being had been there for what seemed like forever even though it had only been mere minutes.
The elf's heart raced as one of the orcs came uncomfortably close to his hiding spot. Closing his eyes the prince let up a silent prayer to Iluvitar that everything was alright with his friends. Even though his emotions were still mixed and clouded he did not know the entire story from Estel. If anything he would live to hear the man's tail. He would not die angry not knowing if he really should be or not.
Legolas let out a sigh as the creatures headed back outside of the cave. His injuries forgotten for some time he was just becoming aware of the ach of his wounds again. He knew he should rest or he would be in worse shape than needed, but he could not do that until he knew that Estel and the twins were OK.
Standing up stiffly he took a step out of where he had been hiding into the dim light that set a dim shadow into the cave by the moon and froze. The orc that was in the cave entranced turned as he heard the beings soft footstep echo. His black eyes met the prince's ice blue ones as he let a wild grin spread his face.
"So the other elf is in here." He hissed taking a step towards Legolas. "Oh and isn't a pity, you're hurt."
The immortal held his dagger in a defensive stance sneering at the foul creature walking towards him.
Metal hit metal and the sharp sound echoed off the cave walls and through the cold night air.
No matter how graceful the prince was his weakened state got a hold of him too soon. Legolas' injuries were on fire as he struggled against the orc, his vision blurred and his sense of ease forgotten.
It was not soon until the elf could feel reality speeding from his knowledge along with the dim shout of his name through his darkening vision.
Disclaimer: See chapter One
Author Notes: Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. I kinda hit a road block on it. I want to say thank you to SiriZ for writing this chapter. This is all her work. Thank you girl for writing it for me..
Reviews Please!
PT
***
Aragorn was jolted to reality when he felt himself slamming to the ground. His head pounded with his heartbeat and his vision refused to clear. Shaking some of the grogginess from his mind the ranger sat up on his knees and looked round. They still were not very far from where he and his brother had been attacked.
Looking at the orcs around him and around the small area in which they had stopped Aragorn looked for his brother. The elf lay not far from him his eyes hidden behind closed eye lids and a nasty gash on over his temple still bleedly freely.
Edging towards his foster brother, Estel ripped a piece of his tunic and wiped some of the blood from Elorhir's pale face. Sitting back on his heal he looked around the area to see if any being and seen he was up yet. The man gasped as he realized they were just outside of the cave he had found for Legolas.
Trying not to draw to much attention to himself Aragorn crawled a little ways towards the cave entrance. A sigh escaped his lips as he noticed the fire in the cave had been put out and the orcs were ruffled because they could not find the immortal inside.
As he watched three more of the foul creatures enter the cave for a last look Strider shook his head. How did the orcs know about the cave. Had he been so careless as to not cover up their trail? Or perhaps one of the orcs followed him from where Legolas had gotten shot.
The ranger's attention was directed to the cave as a cry echoed from within. The clang of metal on metal made the man's heart race. They had found Legolas.
Despite the vertigo threatening to bring him down Aragorn leapt up and sprinted towards the cave, but only to be tripped by an orc. Landing on the muddy ground again he struggled to get up but the creature pinned him down only allowing him to hear Legolas' struggle with another orc in the cave.
The man closed his eyes as suddenly the sound of ringing metal stopped. He could hear Legolas cursing at the creature in elvish. A howl of anger ripped from the orc's mouth followed by a familiar anguished cry of pain.
"LEGOLAS!"
~*~
Legolas stilled his breathing as he heard the heavy footfalls of the orcs searching around the cave for him. The foul being had been there for what seemed like forever even though it had only been mere minutes.
The elf's heart raced as one of the orcs came uncomfortably close to his hiding spot. Closing his eyes the prince let up a silent prayer to Iluvitar that everything was alright with his friends. Even though his emotions were still mixed and clouded he did not know the entire story from Estel. If anything he would live to hear the man's tail. He would not die angry not knowing if he really should be or not.
Legolas let out a sigh as the creatures headed back outside of the cave. His injuries forgotten for some time he was just becoming aware of the ach of his wounds again. He knew he should rest or he would be in worse shape than needed, but he could not do that until he knew that Estel and the twins were OK.
Standing up stiffly he took a step out of where he had been hiding into the dim light that set a dim shadow into the cave by the moon and froze. The orc that was in the cave entranced turned as he heard the beings soft footstep echo. His black eyes met the prince's ice blue ones as he let a wild grin spread his face.
"So the other elf is in here." He hissed taking a step towards Legolas. "Oh and isn't a pity, you're hurt."
The immortal held his dagger in a defensive stance sneering at the foul creature walking towards him.
Metal hit metal and the sharp sound echoed off the cave walls and through the cold night air.
No matter how graceful the prince was his weakened state got a hold of him too soon. Legolas' injuries were on fire as he struggled against the orc, his vision blurred and his sense of ease forgotten.
It was not soon until the elf could feel reality speeding from his knowledge along with the dim shout of his name through his darkening vision.