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Chapter Five: Brewing

            Legolas prayed that Syla was holding on when he realized he was going to have to turn very sharply coming up as he could hear the feet moving quickly. He didn't have the chance to warn her as two large Uruk-Hai sprang out. The horse below them barely jerked out of the way fast enough, but to the other side more came and Legolas reined hard to the right and kicked to move as fast as possible.

            Syla clung to him tightly. Her balance had wobbled when the horse moved to the left so quickly. When Legolas rounded hard to the right she was nearly off the other side. Fortunately Legolas was strong in the saddle and she clung to him as a balance. For a few moments it was hard to regain her balance, but when she did they moved faster. She knew Legolas had kept the steed back slightly waiting for her.

            They burst into a full out sprint as arrows began to rain towards them. Legolas wove in and out of the trees and brush trying to avoid them. When an arrow flew dangerously close to his ear he realized that if they got any closer they'd hit Syla before they hit him. He felt as she lifted her head to look behind them, and how her claim on him tensed.

            "Keep close Syla. Keep your head down." Legolas told her over the wind.

            Syla did so and put her head to his upper shoulder, lower neck and closed her eyes so was not to be tempted to look behind again.

            Legolas's worry was beginning to form into panic. Not for himself of course, he could handle, and had handled, many things, but when the weight of his love's life rested firmly on him it gave him more to worry about…a lot more.

            He stiffened as he whipped the steed around a tree and headed North again when Syla tensed even more behind him and gasped. The thought of an arrow striking her flew through his mind as he circled around another large tree. "Syla?" he questioned.

            "They are nearing." She told him. Her voice was not strained so he imagined the gasp to be from a close call. Far too close for his liking. All of this was not to his liking of course..

            He hated to ask her, but he had to know and the trees were too wide and dense to look away from his riding, "How many?"

            She hesiated then looked behind quickly estimating how many. "More than a dozen that I can see..I think there are others in the brush for I see none with arrows and bows. Most are on…beasts. Something they're riding."

            Legolas thought on this quickly, his expert mind clicking here and there to what to do. They could not be riding wargs, they would have already caught up to them by now if they were. He could not keep Syla behind him as arrows were raining as they were. Even a nick could insert poison. The thought kept weighing on his mind and it held him from thinking clearly. "Syla, listen to me, when I move to the side I want you to get into the saddle."

            "What?" Confusion laced her voice. Why bother with that?  "No, just keep riding." She said. Another arrow zinged past her arm and she tried not to tense as she knew he had felt it before.

            Legolas barely had time to react when an regular Orc shot from the brush towards them. He turned the steed so hard that they lowered down quite a bit and the Orc flew over them. They were gone again in an instant from around that brush and through a thick patch of underbrush. Legolas cursed himself, this would slow the horse further. Turning out of the area he heard a riping sound and Syla's grip on him tightened as she let out a cry of surprise.

            Looking behind he saw the Orc that had grabbed for her but ripped the dress she wore instead. Anger dwelled in him but he was forced to look away as Syla told him to turn. He did without really seeing why, but a huge Uruk-Hai had leaned from an upcoming tree and was waiting. He clawed out but missed them for the most part, only cutting the side of the Prince's neck superfically.

            "Now Syla!" Legolas suddenly exclaimed as he threw his right leg over the neck of the horse and moved as if to dismount when running, but then as Syla, mostly by reflex not thought, moved into the saddle he jumped slightly to get on the back of the steed and release his foot from the stirrup.

            Syla's frustration grew as she took the reins. She barely had time to warn him as he was getting his balance that she had to right the next tree. She didn't realize there was a fallen trunk beyond it. If it was not for their blood more than likely they both would have been off the side of the horse.

            "Ride to the East!" Legolas called over the wind. Again she turned as she heard the sound of a blade being unsheathed. The Uruk-Hai must be nearing, she thought. She knew an Elven horse was fast, but so were Uruk-Hai on whatever it was they were on. They looked like deformed horses. Perhaps..one rider would go faster.

            The horse suddenly made a strange noise and julted. She heard Legolas grumble something and lean to the side.

            "What is it?" She asked when he straightened again and she could felt the horse limp. This slowed their pace incrediably. She heard as the Wargs closed in, their riders seeing the fault.

            "He is lame. Arrow." Legolas told her.

            A horrid cry brought up and neither had the chance to react before something very hard collided with them. The lame horse let out a screech as he was thrown to the ground with his two riders. He struggled to get up, unaware that with every movement he was twisting his saddle rider's leg all the more. The horse heard a noise and then..he went limp as an Orc stood at his neck, glaring at the rider painfully trying to get free from the fallen steed.

            Legolas had been thrown from the back of the horse a good few yards. He couldn't come to his senses quick enough to realize that he had unsheathed his short blade and blocked an attack twice. When he finally did he defended himself with speed and grace until he cut his oppnent down.

            All too quickly he realized Syla was not around him. Snapping his gaze about he saw that she had her leg pinned under the horse that suddenly went limp as an Orc curved his blade into his neck. Syla let out a cry of relief as she escaped from under the horse but it soon vanished as the Orc neared, standing on the corpse of the creature himself.

            Legolas did the only thing he could from his distance. As the disgusting creature raised his weapon the Elf reeved back and threw his short blade as hard as he could.

            Syla could feel her leg throbbing as she struggled with her panic and with her common sense. She didn't hear what the Orc said as he raised his blade. She was about to sprint up but he was suddenly out of her sight with a cry. She gasped out a breath that she did not know she was holding and looked behind her to see Legolas running towards her.

            The Prince of Mirkwood quickly retrieved his only weapon and returned to Syla as she struggled to get up. "Careful." He said cautiously as he rushed to help her. She put little weight on the leg that was pinned under his faithful steed and he cursed dumb luck and fate. If they hadn't switched..

            "Where did the others go?" she asked suddenly, looking down the path they had gone.

            Legolas had been thinking the same, but he did not answer right away as he ushered her away from the fallen steed and the dead Orcs. "We cannot stay here. They will not be missing for long."

            Syla said nothing as he helped her walk quickly away to a thicket of underbrush. Legolas paused after a time and listened to the wind. They were down wind for the moment, but it could change in these forests just as day to night.

            "Is the Prince hiding?!"

            Both Elves dropped down, Legolas bringing Syla protectively closer. That was a voice of an Uruk-Hai, there was no doubt in his mind. Perhaps even the same one as before.

            "Will you not come out and fight?!" he roared. He then laughed, "You have no allies this time Prince of Mirkwood, you cannot take us all..You know that--I know that…and even..-she-..knows that." He was nearing, Legolas could hear his steps as well as many others.

            "What do they want Legolas?" Syla said very lowly.

            He paused, his eyes searching around them for any movement. The night was growing darker and it was hard for even him to see the smallest details that could tell the longest story. He finally answered when the wind breezed through them silently. "It is I they want." He whispered.

            Syla had known that answer, but hearing it from him was different. The confirmation was always stronger than the assumption. She was quiet a moment as was the voice searching for the Elf who had an arm around her and a blade in the other. "Go." She whispered.

            Legolas looked at her in question. Leave her here? "No."

            "Go Legolas. You can move faster alone, I know that. Do not risk them catching you just so you can stay here with me." She told him, cringing as a frustrated roar went up. They could both hear blades ripping apart plants and brush searching for them.

            "The city is not far, you can make it there alone."

            "I am not leaving you here." Legolas replied, looking directly into her eyes.

            "You have to." She said. "Please Legolas..Please go, you cannot stay here. There are too many, you have barely any defense." She pleaded.

            "This is tiring Prince!"

            "You have no defense. I am not leaving Syla." Legolas told her.

            "They are not after me, they are after you!" she whispered lowly. "Do not stand in a field of arrows just to see me on the other side."

             Legolas thought on this. Her eyes so full of desperation were killing him. Perhaps she was right. If he went for the city and the Uruk-Hai were after him, they'd follow him and leave her. Was he really trying to protect her or unconsiously putting her in more danger?

            Syla saw the thoughts flooding through his mind. She nodded slightly placing both hands on either side of his face. "Go. Go and you can come back for me."

            "Promise me you will be here when I come." He whispered putting his forehead to her's.

            "I promise." She told him.

            "I will come for you." He said.

            "I know."

            "We can search all night if you wish!" Again that voice was closer.

            Legolas had no choice now, he had to go. Something in him was shouting at him not to go, not to leave Syla out here, but he had made up his mind. He had to leave her in order to save her. The kiss he gave her then was laced with desperation and with a longing to stay. How he wanted to prolong his leaving in this kiss, but he only had so much time. Forcing himself to do so, he tore away and was gone from her without a glance for he knew he if were to look back, he would never leave.

            Syla watched him disappear into the brush, lowly bent to stay out of sight and keep them from thinking she was there. After a moment she heard him shout, "You may look all night, but I am here."

            Silence was his reply until numerous cries of rage went up. "Kill him!"

            Syla shut her eyes tightly at those two words as she heard heavy feet begin to run. She had no doubt that Legolas was off into a graceful sprint towards the city that was only a few minutes away. When she opened her eyes to hear only the vague retreat of the sounds she whispered to no one, "Run Legolas."

            "..Perhaps it is you who should be running.." That 'no one' replied from behind her.

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            "What are you thinking out here alone?"

            Arwen did not startle at the sound of Aragorn's husky voice, nor did she turn around. She was standing on the largest balcony in the Royal Home gazing only into the unending stars. "Something swells in the air, Aragorn."

            Aragorn frowned as he approached her from behind.

            "Other's feel it, I can see it in their tense movements and glances."

            Aragorn too had noticed the strange behavior of the majority of the Elves in the Home but not many outside of it besides Guardians. They were not a fluent in their movements and spoke in a way that did not make their eyes shine as they usually did. "What is it your people feel?" the King of Man asked as he stood beside her.

            Arwen did not answer for a time. Her eyes scanned the stars and then fell to the darkened forest. "Brewing." She said in Elvish. "Something is brewing and 'tis not of a well nature." She added looking at him.

            Aragorn's frown deepened. Legolas had used that term once before, very long ago, before the Fellowship and the Ring. He would remember that day for the rest of his life. The Prince had murmured it in Elvish, just as his love had, and not but a few minutes later horrible things had happened.

            Years ago Aragorn and Legolas were moving through Mirkwood and Legolas had been exceptionally quiet and when he answered Aragorn's question as to why, he said 'Brewing'. He said something was brewing. Within a few minutes they stumbled on a band of travelers…all dead. All with the same burned skin and eyeless heads. The first thing Legolas said when they had gotten there was that they were too late.

            "Legolas has been gone for some time." He commented quietly. Arwen merely nodded. "Perhaps Gimli and I should make sure he is at least in the city."

            "He is not here." Arwen told him in a strange monotone voice. "He is there." She nodded towards the forest.

            Aragorn looked at the forest then back to his love. "Arwen.." he said quietly. He could see this was bothering her greatly. He waited until she looked at him to say, "What is it that you feel?"

            She only looked at him for a time. Slowly she replied, "I do not feel it..I am not bound to these lands." She looked away again. " 'Tis the people who feel it. They feel the sense that is revolving around their beloved Prince."

            "Then Legolas is in danger?" Aragorn tensed.

            "I do not know." Arwen murmured in a disappointed voice. Legolas was a good friend of her's, she had known him for thousands of years, a threat to him was not what she wanted to speak of and perhaps it was that that was blocking her from feeling it..and the same to the people, Legolas's father even. "Find him Aragorn." She said looking into his eyes. "Find him for I fear for him."

            Aragorn studied her a moment. He nodded barely and set a kiss on her cheek before turning away and walking quickly back inside the Home.

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            "Do you know what I am?"

            Syla stared at the creature that stood before her. Slowly she braced on the tree behind her and stood painfully, never taking her eyes off of him. He had the skin of an Orc, the height and build of an Uruk-Hai, but..it was as though he was deformed more so than an average Uruk-Hai beast. His head was unevenly shaped, higher in some points more so than others. He had hair, slimy and greesy as it was, but it almost looked as though he had –wings- on his back. Tattered and broken as they were, she would swear they were wings. Dark and half feather, half..skin. One was larger than the other and had more skin than feathers. He was a disgusting sight.

            "No." She replied.

            "No one does." He ground out. "No one knows what I am, what my kind are. We were made to kill, destroy, that was our purpose…but we never killed, and we never destroyed in a war we were supposed to rule. In the farther most lands of Mordor we stayed, waiting…until that pitiful battle they call a war was over and our lands fell to dead silence."

            Syla did not move. She hardly understood a thing he said. She had be told that Sauron had bred a different type of killing beast, but it was pure myth. It was never supported, no one ever saw these creatures of death.

            "Do you know why we were not summoned?" he asked as he approached her, his footsteps not even heard in the least.

            Slowly she shook her head.

            "Because of useless creatures. Because of Men and Elves…and even a Wizard and Dwarves." He towered over her as he stopped his slow walk. He had to be over 7 feet maybe. It was as though a Hobbit was confronted by a horse. "The alliances would have fallen, you know this correct? You know that if not for a band of once nine, we would be ruling Middle Earth."

            "But there was that band of nine, the Fellowship did exsist, and your kind and purpose fell. You cannot change that." Syla told him, her voice only shaking once but her hands trembled.

            The beast grunted. "Changing the past is not what we set out to do." The Elven woman's eyes widened as more of his kind came from the brush, expertly hidden and crouched. "We only set out to destroy the purpose of those who destroyed our's." He raised a heavy hand and collided it with her face. All was black then for the Elf as she hit the ground hard sending up a puff of leaves.

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Sorry if that sucked guys. Please review and tell me what you think! Keep this in mind, the big new bad guys..peoples..things..uh, yeah, anyway, they're not the head huncho guys. I'm going to keep you guessing..hahhaha! Sorry Legolas had a rather shorter part in this one, trust me, next one it's probably like 5 pages Leggy, 1 page other..hahah. Just to make it up to you guys! Sorry! Please review!

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