Chapter 3
Being on the Misty Mountains seemed to rekindle a lost memory for Legolas.
Aragorn would wake up in the night and see him sitting by the ashes of the fire, cold
and shivering, staring out into the starry sky. Aragorn felt a great deal of pity for
Legolas. He began to wonder why he had never mentioned his brother before.
Sadness. Pain. Hurt. Perhaps even the slightest thought about his brother made
Legolas sad and so he blocked it out.
The next day Aragorn said nothing to Legolas about the day before. Maybe Legolas
would forget about it if neither of them mentioned it. That day was the slowest day
since they had left Mirkwood. Neither Aragorn nor Legolas talked very much at all
and when they did it was very simple and quiet. As the day was drawing to a close,
Aragorn and Legolas began climbing to the peak of a mountain, so as to see which
direction they should be heading. Suddenly Legolas saw sunlight bouncing off a piece
of steel in the snow. All of a sudden Uruk-Hai began pouring out of the mountain like
bees from a hive. They charged down the hill towards their enemy, weapons drawn
and held in front of them. Legolas felt a sense of déjà vu. This was the same attack strategy
that resulted in the death of his brother. It was now about to claim the life of him and
his closest friend. Out of pure instinct, Legolas brought out his bow and began
shooting the Uruks. He shot many as they were coming down, as did Aragorn. But
they surely would not be able to hold off against the attack. Aragorn drew his sword
and in one swift movement had chopped off the leading Uruk-Hai's head. Legolas
followed suit and drew his daggers from their place on his back and began to defend
himself against the onslaught. However as agile and strong that Legolas and Aragorn
were resistance to this fleet of Uruk-Hai was futile. They needed to draw back, now
rather than later. Just before Legolas signalled to Aragorn to fall back he heard a horn
being blown. At first he thought it was just a remembrance of when they were at
Amon Hen, when Boromir was blowing his horn for help. Then he realized that
Aragorn had heard it too. All of a sudden Uruk-Hai started falling to the ground in
mid stride. Arrows protruding from their heads or necks. Elves swarmed up the slope
from the outcrop below. Legolas didn't have time to look at faces, even with the many
fallen Uruk-Hai there were still many left. But as Legolas turned he almost
slaughtered an Elf along with an Uruk-Hai. He immediately recognized the face of
Elrohir, behind whom he could see Elladan fighting a Warg Rider. "So the sons of
Elrond have come to our rescue," thought Legolas. However there was no time for
greetings, as there had only been a few elves, and all except Elrond's sons and one
other soldier had perished. Elrohir and Elladan eventually tired and began fighting
back to back. Soon it was too much for both of them, the Uruk-Hai began to crowd
around them in a circle with only a few fighting Legolas and Aragorn, who quickly
warded off the attacking Uruks and ran to help the Elves. The Uruk-Hai began
moving in for the final kill but before they could Legolas and Aragorn burst into the
circle, weapons swinging this way and that, knocking Uruk-Hai to the ground. Soon
there were only around 10 Uruk-Hai left. Aragorn kept fighting in close combat while
Legolas, Elrohir and Elladan shot the others. Tired, they all slouched on the ground,
regaining their breath and marvelled at their good fortune. After several minutes they
all took a piece of Lembas bread and walked around, checking that there were no
Uruk-Hai still alive. There had been a great number of Uruk-Hai and as they moved
around Legolas, Aragorn, Elrohir and Elladan silently thanked the Elven warriors,
without them, they surely would not have been able to ward off their attackers. That
night everyone slept soundly, including Legolas, whom had not had a decent sleep for
a long time. Legolas dreamt mostly of his brother. How he longed to see his brother
again, to talk to him and to hug him. Legolas hated the Orcs for what they had done to
his family, to his kind, to Middle-Earth. Legolas silently said to himself, wanting only
he and his brother to hear, "Every Orc and Uruk-Hai I kill, I kill for you brother," and
with that he slipped into a dreamless sleep.
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Being on the Misty Mountains seemed to rekindle a lost memory for Legolas.
Aragorn would wake up in the night and see him sitting by the ashes of the fire, cold
and shivering, staring out into the starry sky. Aragorn felt a great deal of pity for
Legolas. He began to wonder why he had never mentioned his brother before.
Sadness. Pain. Hurt. Perhaps even the slightest thought about his brother made
Legolas sad and so he blocked it out.
The next day Aragorn said nothing to Legolas about the day before. Maybe Legolas
would forget about it if neither of them mentioned it. That day was the slowest day
since they had left Mirkwood. Neither Aragorn nor Legolas talked very much at all
and when they did it was very simple and quiet. As the day was drawing to a close,
Aragorn and Legolas began climbing to the peak of a mountain, so as to see which
direction they should be heading. Suddenly Legolas saw sunlight bouncing off a piece
of steel in the snow. All of a sudden Uruk-Hai began pouring out of the mountain like
bees from a hive. They charged down the hill towards their enemy, weapons drawn
and held in front of them. Legolas felt a sense of déjà vu. This was the same attack strategy
that resulted in the death of his brother. It was now about to claim the life of him and
his closest friend. Out of pure instinct, Legolas brought out his bow and began
shooting the Uruks. He shot many as they were coming down, as did Aragorn. But
they surely would not be able to hold off against the attack. Aragorn drew his sword
and in one swift movement had chopped off the leading Uruk-Hai's head. Legolas
followed suit and drew his daggers from their place on his back and began to defend
himself against the onslaught. However as agile and strong that Legolas and Aragorn
were resistance to this fleet of Uruk-Hai was futile. They needed to draw back, now
rather than later. Just before Legolas signalled to Aragorn to fall back he heard a horn
being blown. At first he thought it was just a remembrance of when they were at
Amon Hen, when Boromir was blowing his horn for help. Then he realized that
Aragorn had heard it too. All of a sudden Uruk-Hai started falling to the ground in
mid stride. Arrows protruding from their heads or necks. Elves swarmed up the slope
from the outcrop below. Legolas didn't have time to look at faces, even with the many
fallen Uruk-Hai there were still many left. But as Legolas turned he almost
slaughtered an Elf along with an Uruk-Hai. He immediately recognized the face of
Elrohir, behind whom he could see Elladan fighting a Warg Rider. "So the sons of
Elrond have come to our rescue," thought Legolas. However there was no time for
greetings, as there had only been a few elves, and all except Elrond's sons and one
other soldier had perished. Elrohir and Elladan eventually tired and began fighting
back to back. Soon it was too much for both of them, the Uruk-Hai began to crowd
around them in a circle with only a few fighting Legolas and Aragorn, who quickly
warded off the attacking Uruks and ran to help the Elves. The Uruk-Hai began
moving in for the final kill but before they could Legolas and Aragorn burst into the
circle, weapons swinging this way and that, knocking Uruk-Hai to the ground. Soon
there were only around 10 Uruk-Hai left. Aragorn kept fighting in close combat while
Legolas, Elrohir and Elladan shot the others. Tired, they all slouched on the ground,
regaining their breath and marvelled at their good fortune. After several minutes they
all took a piece of Lembas bread and walked around, checking that there were no
Uruk-Hai still alive. There had been a great number of Uruk-Hai and as they moved
around Legolas, Aragorn, Elrohir and Elladan silently thanked the Elven warriors,
without them, they surely would not have been able to ward off their attackers. That
night everyone slept soundly, including Legolas, whom had not had a decent sleep for
a long time. Legolas dreamt mostly of his brother. How he longed to see his brother
again, to talk to him and to hug him. Legolas hated the Orcs for what they had done to
his family, to his kind, to Middle-Earth. Legolas silently said to himself, wanting only
he and his brother to hear, "Every Orc and Uruk-Hai I kill, I kill for you brother," and
with that he slipped into a dreamless sleep.
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