Woo! Chapter 2! I'm gonna try and get the whole story up tonight! Please review this chapter too!! *hugs Pippin plushie*

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"We cannot escape from them." Legolas said dejectedly "That is, we cannot if they are who I think they are!" He completely ignored Gimli's query. An arrow suddenly embedded itself in a treebranch just above Aragorns head. He ducked and pulled out his sword, turning to faces masses of elves that seemed to have appeared out of no where.

The leader, an elf with black hair, called out some strange words. They seemed to be in some sort of Elvish, but Aragorn had never heard that type of Elvish before and he'd never seen Elves with black hair either. He had heard about them though...The ancient Elves, Turithors, but they were a myth!

Immediately the swarms of elves began charging at them. It was 7 against 50, they had no chance, but they still tried. Aragorn winced as an arrow impaled itself on his arm; he gritted his teeth and pulled it out.

The company began to notice that the attack seemed to be concentrating on Legolas, who was tiring out fast. He cried out in pain as one of the elves stood in front of him, took aim and shot an arrow straight into his stomach.

Aragorn was by his side immediately, killing the elf (the one that hurt Legolas) then taking out three more that were advancing on them. Aragorn carried on with his killing spree, the rage inside of him building. How dare they hurt Legolas? The person that has always been there for him, to take the blame for things with him.

Legolas by now was down on one knee, his hand clutching the arrow that was still embedded deep into his stomach. He looked up in pain and horror as the Leader of the Elf Army stood in front of him, his sword pointing towards Legolas' neck.

Again he spoke the strange Elvish language that Aragorn could not understand; he tried to listen but stay on task at the same time. He stopped suddenly in shock as Legolas replied, through gritted teeth, in the same language.

The leader scowled at whatever Legolas had said. He drew back his sword and thrust it into Legolas' chest. Making another cry of pain come from the wounded Elf.

Aragorn swung his sword around in a rage and brought off the leaders head. The battle stopped. The elves backed away then raced off through the trees. They had wounded 5 of the company.

Pippin had suffered a blow to his head, he placed a cloth that Sam brought out of the rucksack onto it and said no more about it, everyone knew it hurt, but the little hobbit was becoming more independent and brave with each passing day.

Merry had got hit in the stomach by the hilt of one of the elves swords, luckily he had just been winded and nothing more serious. He sat with Pippin and placed his head between his legs trying to get his breath back.

Frodo was fine, Sam had thrown him into a corner when they began to attack, and the elves simply ignored him, but Sam got an arrow in the shoulder and was swearing loudly as Frodo tried to pull it out.

Gimli was also all right; he'd stayed near Frodo and managed to stay unharmed. He stood watching Legolas and Aragorn, a worried yet uncaring look on his face. He did care really, but he had his reputation to think about.

Aragorn ignored his wounds as he kneeled down next to Legolas and tried to persuade the elf to let go of the arrow. "Legolas we need to get it out!" He said in the Elvish tongue.

Legolas shook his head, the pain coming from his wounds beginning to engulf him. He looked up at Aragorn and blinked as the woods began to spin around him, then he let out a strangled gasp and collapsed into Aragorns arms.

Legolas was in a weary dream. Darkness covered everywhere even the places around him. He swallowed hard and looked around, without realising the pain had left him.

"We have got to get out of here!" said a voice from somewhere far away, it was rather muffled but Legolas was sure he knew it from somewhere, he tried to answer back but he couldn't speak. The faces of the Elves came back to him. He had seen them before, the turithors had risen again...But why did they want Legolas?

Then suddenly he came out of his dream. Aragorn put Legolas's arm around his neck and tried to make him walk. It was no use. Legolas was seriously weak.

"Legolas you have to try!" Snapped Aragorn in frustration. Legolas shot Aragorn a pained look. It wasn't his fault, he was trying to walk, trying to be helpful, but it hurt so bad.