Worst Case Scenario Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Legolas or anything else in The Lord of the Rings. I may, perhaps, own Curudin and Feadhel, I don't really know.
Legolas jumped to the next tree, looking ahead of him all the time. An orc was in the area, he new it, and he must kill him before continuing his search for the sap. "Quite an odd quest," he muttered under his breath. Finally he saw the orc. It had cornered several young deer against a stonewall. Why the wall was there, even Legolas didn't know, but he couldn't let the orc kill the defenseless deer. He jumped from the tree.
"Come out, orc fiend!" he yelled, reaching for his bow. The orc looked at him, eyes unusually wide for his specie when he saw the arrow. Legolas let loose a short whistle, and the deer darted off into the forest. In the blink of an eye the orc sprouted an arrow out the side of his head. As he died he pounded one fist on the stonewall, and was gone.
"One less bit 'o scum in the world." Legolas started to walk away as he heard a sudden orcish war cry. Dozens of orcs emerged from a room supported by the wall. The elf swore under his breath as orc after orc charged him, each soon sprouting in arrow somewhere vital. As Legolas reached to grab another he realized he had used them all. He looked behind at his quiver, at the orcs, back at his quiver, then again at the orcs, and darted off into the forest.
"Stupid...orcs...shoulda....known...." he grunted while he ran. As he darted away from the hoard of orcs he came up with an idea. "I am such an idiot" He unsheathed his two knives and stood, ready to fight. An orc shot an arrow in his direction, he hit it with one knife (the left), and it flew straight into the throat of another. Obviously delighted, he fought to hold back his grin as he slashed through orc after orc.
Eventually though, his one knife was knocked away and picked up by an orc. With a single knife, he had a disadvantage. He climbed a tree and counted the orcs, there were about thirty left.
"Anything will be worth it to see the look on Arwen's face..." he muttered and leapt from the tree, straight towards the orcs.
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Hours later the group staggered back into Imladris. Legolas had a thin line of blood running down from his mouth, and quite a few shallow cuts on his arms and legs. Feadhel's back hurt him a little after dragging the unconscious Curudin all the way back. Curudin was perfectly fine, except a little fatter than before...and still unconscious.
Elladan was beaten up even more than Legolas. The elf suffered from multiple bites to each arm, deep gashes in his legs, and a nosebleed. He sat on a bench swearing at Elrohir as another elf bandaged his wounds. Elrohir sat on a nearby bench, perfectly fine, smirking at his brother the entire time.
Eventually after all the wounds were bound with cloth, they all met around a tree across the river. Each elf in turn pulled out their ingredient.
"Honey!" The twins chorused.
"Tree Sap!" Legolas called out.
"Blueberries!" Feadhel exclaimed.
"Yum..." Curudin thought of the food. In a moment's time he was hit yet again by Feadhel and knocked unconscious.
"Idiot..." he murmured.
"Come on guys, it's time to mix it all together!" the twins said, quite annoyed. The others nodded in agreement and got to work combining all the ingredients in a large stone bowl. After an hour or so the concoction was blue and even with all of their strength combined they could barely move the mixing stick. It was that sticky. They emptied it into a delicate glass container and added a bit of water. Then it was time to choose who would risk entering the "Forbidden Room of Doom," as the twins had named it.
"We'll draw sticks," Elladan announced.
"No! Lets throw rocks!" Elrohir argued.
"Draw sticks"
"Throw rocks"
"Sticks"
"Rocks"
"Sticks"
"Rocks"
"Sticks"
"Rocks"
"Sticks"
"Rocks"
"STOP IT!!! AUGH!!!" screeched Legolas. "We'll shoot arrows and that's it!" He dragged them deeper into the forest where archery practice was held. The elf was obviously fed up with the twins, who were now whispering to each other. Legolas picked up a bow and an arrow and aimed carefully for a tree yards away in the forest. Just as he was about to let the arrow go, a scream echoed throughout the forest.
"ORC!!!!!!!!"
"WHAT?!?!?!" he questioned, turning swiftly. The arrow went awry, embedding itself in a tree trunk ten feet away. Legolas looked at the twins, who were laughing madly, then at his pathetic shot. "You little..." He got very red in the face, boiling with anger inside. All of the other elves took their turn shooting an arrow, all of which went at least thirty feet.
"Legolas, I guess you have to do it," grinned Feadhel.
"I hate you people."
Disclaimer: I do not own Legolas or anything else in The Lord of the Rings. I may, perhaps, own Curudin and Feadhel, I don't really know.
Legolas jumped to the next tree, looking ahead of him all the time. An orc was in the area, he new it, and he must kill him before continuing his search for the sap. "Quite an odd quest," he muttered under his breath. Finally he saw the orc. It had cornered several young deer against a stonewall. Why the wall was there, even Legolas didn't know, but he couldn't let the orc kill the defenseless deer. He jumped from the tree.
"Come out, orc fiend!" he yelled, reaching for his bow. The orc looked at him, eyes unusually wide for his specie when he saw the arrow. Legolas let loose a short whistle, and the deer darted off into the forest. In the blink of an eye the orc sprouted an arrow out the side of his head. As he died he pounded one fist on the stonewall, and was gone.
"One less bit 'o scum in the world." Legolas started to walk away as he heard a sudden orcish war cry. Dozens of orcs emerged from a room supported by the wall. The elf swore under his breath as orc after orc charged him, each soon sprouting in arrow somewhere vital. As Legolas reached to grab another he realized he had used them all. He looked behind at his quiver, at the orcs, back at his quiver, then again at the orcs, and darted off into the forest.
"Stupid...orcs...shoulda....known...." he grunted while he ran. As he darted away from the hoard of orcs he came up with an idea. "I am such an idiot" He unsheathed his two knives and stood, ready to fight. An orc shot an arrow in his direction, he hit it with one knife (the left), and it flew straight into the throat of another. Obviously delighted, he fought to hold back his grin as he slashed through orc after orc.
Eventually though, his one knife was knocked away and picked up by an orc. With a single knife, he had a disadvantage. He climbed a tree and counted the orcs, there were about thirty left.
"Anything will be worth it to see the look on Arwen's face..." he muttered and leapt from the tree, straight towards the orcs.
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Hours later the group staggered back into Imladris. Legolas had a thin line of blood running down from his mouth, and quite a few shallow cuts on his arms and legs. Feadhel's back hurt him a little after dragging the unconscious Curudin all the way back. Curudin was perfectly fine, except a little fatter than before...and still unconscious.
Elladan was beaten up even more than Legolas. The elf suffered from multiple bites to each arm, deep gashes in his legs, and a nosebleed. He sat on a bench swearing at Elrohir as another elf bandaged his wounds. Elrohir sat on a nearby bench, perfectly fine, smirking at his brother the entire time.
Eventually after all the wounds were bound with cloth, they all met around a tree across the river. Each elf in turn pulled out their ingredient.
"Honey!" The twins chorused.
"Tree Sap!" Legolas called out.
"Blueberries!" Feadhel exclaimed.
"Yum..." Curudin thought of the food. In a moment's time he was hit yet again by Feadhel and knocked unconscious.
"Idiot..." he murmured.
"Come on guys, it's time to mix it all together!" the twins said, quite annoyed. The others nodded in agreement and got to work combining all the ingredients in a large stone bowl. After an hour or so the concoction was blue and even with all of their strength combined they could barely move the mixing stick. It was that sticky. They emptied it into a delicate glass container and added a bit of water. Then it was time to choose who would risk entering the "Forbidden Room of Doom," as the twins had named it.
"We'll draw sticks," Elladan announced.
"No! Lets throw rocks!" Elrohir argued.
"Draw sticks"
"Throw rocks"
"Sticks"
"Rocks"
"Sticks"
"Rocks"
"Sticks"
"Rocks"
"Sticks"
"Rocks"
"STOP IT!!! AUGH!!!" screeched Legolas. "We'll shoot arrows and that's it!" He dragged them deeper into the forest where archery practice was held. The elf was obviously fed up with the twins, who were now whispering to each other. Legolas picked up a bow and an arrow and aimed carefully for a tree yards away in the forest. Just as he was about to let the arrow go, a scream echoed throughout the forest.
"ORC!!!!!!!!"
"WHAT?!?!?!" he questioned, turning swiftly. The arrow went awry, embedding itself in a tree trunk ten feet away. Legolas looked at the twins, who were laughing madly, then at his pathetic shot. "You little..." He got very red in the face, boiling with anger inside. All of the other elves took their turn shooting an arrow, all of which went at least thirty feet.
"Legolas, I guess you have to do it," grinned Feadhel.
"I hate you people."