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Disclaimer: I do not own Legolas, or Aragorn or any oher Chars out of
the actual book, and im just a poor Tolkien wannabe who writes in her spare
time so no suing please.....
Im not sure about Legolas' brothers so I just made them up off the top of my
head. Methinks im gonna continue with this story, so R/R-
comments much appreciated.....no flames please.
And sorry for the bad formatting of the last chapter.......
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Legolas' wife turned herself, and ran to one of the stablehands. "Please tack up Theomir
and Elondrir's mounts for me, im in a hurry," she begged. Two stable hands set about it at once,
noting the concern in the females voice.
"I'll be right back," she said gently to her daughter, kneeling to reach the same height,"stay here, please"
"Okay mommy," the little girl replied, her big blue eyes looking sad. Then here mother ran off, into the palace, and down the corridors. Upon reaching her destination she knocked desperatly at the door.
A tall blonde Elf opened it hastily. He looked alot like her husband, yet he looked different- not quite as innocent or as slight. "Aelon!" he greeted her, but seeing she was almost in hystirics he closed the door, and steered her to a soft chair. "what's wrong" he asked, his green eyes seaching, voice concerened.
"Legolas- he was attacked, by Orcs when he went out today, he came back with Saailli and then he went out again- he said he was going to ward them off. Theomir, you have to follow him-
He was hurt- he can't take on all those Orcs single handed, they'll kill him- i know he is slight and swift, but there must be more that 100 Orcs there."
Theomir nodded grimly, and got to his feet. "I must go at once," he said, concern for his youngest brother marring his brow. He strapped on all his weapons and grabbed his bow." I'll go get the mounts ready, you got fetch
Elondrir, and we will rescue Legolas. Then find Estel and send him in with an armed force to cover us and kill the orcs-
"My brother sees both sense and madness" he sighed while strapping on a first aid pack- "he was right to stop the Orcs, but to go on his own
could cost him his life."
"Your mount and Elon's are waiting for you. You Go, i'll got get him." she turned and ran down the corridor and went to find his other brother.
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Legolas dismounted and took the bridle off the horse, and let it run home. The Orcs were close, he
could hear them. He climbed a nearby tree and perched above them on a branch. It was then that they heard him,the slightest rustle of the leaves. Several Orcs went to the tree. He retreated high up into the tree, and smiled as he sat on a thick branch, which gladly held him, and looked down.
What he saw nearly made him fall from the branch of the tree. 6 Orcs were climbing up the branches, and advancing on him fast. They had cut off his escape- this was by far the tallest tree in the forest.
The elf scrambled up in panic- he had left his bow in the cleaing- and hand to hand weapons would be no use here, and Orcs! ~when did Orcs start climbing UP trees!~ he wondered to himself incrediously.
One of the Orcs grabbed his ankle and pulled the helpless elf down to him. Legolas dug his dagger into the beast, and watched him fall from the tree. After that, it was a violent struggle. Several Orcs balanced on branches grabbing him- one had a club, the other two daggers. He tried to move and grab his sword, but he felt a white hot pain as a Orc blade sliced down his left arm, making it almost useless. The elf cut another down with his dagger, only to be hit full on in the chest by a heavy club-and be crushed against the trunk of the tree. The club hit again, this time a sickening crunch as it conneted with Legolas' side and broke several of his ribs.
He lost his balance, and with the help of another clubbing, he fell out of a tree for the first time in his long life. He tucked into a break-fall as he his the ground, but he was hurt- he had slammed into lots of thick branches on the way down, and with his injured arm was unable to cling to any for more than a couple of seconds. They could do little to help his current state, if anything, they made him worse off.
The Orcs aproached the near helpless elf anticipationg seeing the slight being in front of them being tortured, kicking him wherever they could. One brought it's club and smashed it down on his unbroken right ribs, hitting a little too high, catching his shoulder bone and breaking it too.
He attempted to stand, with no avail, his vision growing incresingly blurry. He groaned inwardly as he felt an arrow sink deep into his shoulder , and then seconds later, another into his side. He fell to the groung and the Orcs cheered, and startet beating the injured elf mercilessly with thier clubs and kicking him with thier feet. The ones that couldnt gain direct access to harm the elf cheered the others on heartily.
~you sealed your own fate this time Legolas~ the Elf thought to himself, as yet another club came down on his shoulder, this time pressing him to the ground and snapping the arrow shaft that was sticking out of his back, forcing it backwards from the force of the club, yet forwards from the pressur of the ground.
White hot pain ingulfed his shoulder and swallowed him up.
The Orcs looeked dissapointed when the elf lost consciousness, and adbandoned
their game, leaving him lying, on the ground as they turned to walk away
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