Legolas smiled as he walked threw the woods of his home. Even though shadows were getting stronger, he still saw green trees, just the way he remembered it. He pulled his bow onto his back, adjusted his arrows and daggers, and jumped on a tree branch. His favorite thing to do. He sat on a branch and remembered doing this same thing when he was a young elf. His three older brothers hated it when he climbed trees. He didn't blam them. After all, it was he who fell from the tree when he saw a spider. His thoughts were broken when he heard horses coming his way. Odd, no one was suppose to be in Mirkwood. He jumped up higher in the tree and waitted. He then saw a group of men walking under his tree and stopping.
Five me were on horses. One was in the middle, wearing robes with gold and gems on it. A king. A man was right to his side, wearing what looked like rags. A servent. The others were just guards. Something about them he didn't like. Not one bit. Just then, they started talking.
"So, Strider, see any elves?"
"Sorry my lord, but no. These woods are covered with shadows. Not many elves will be around here," Strider said. He knew what he said was a lie. Actually he knew an elf was in the trees above them, but the king didn't know that. He thought the king didn't know until he felt a tip of a sward to his throat.
"I think you're lieing to me," King Cleva said. "Now, is there an elf near by?" He went to hit Strider across the face, but an arrow zoomed passed his head and hit a tree next to him. He looked up and saw no one, but he knew an elf was there. "Come on out elf. I know you're there."
'What are you doing in Mirkwood?' Legolas asked in elvish. He wasn't going to leave his spot in the tree until it was safe.
"Strider, what did the elf say?"
"He asked what we are doing in Mirkwood."
"Tell him we wish to seek an elf for help."
"Why would a man need help from an elf?" Legolas asked in the common toungh.
"Please, come down so we can talk face to face." Celva smiled as he saw the elf land on the ground in front of him, bow raised and arrow aimed for the kill. "Now, what do we have here? A pretty elf."
"I will ask you one last time. What are you doing here?"
"As I said before. I'm looking for an elf. We are lost and need help getting out," Celva lied. He wanted this elf. His blond hair down to his back, very nice with the bow. Oh yes, this elf was going to be his and his only. "Now, we are in Mirkwood, are we not?" No answer. "I asked you a question elf."
"I believe your servent knows the answer. Why not ask him?"
"How do you know that?"
"You asked him what I said. Now answer my question." He was getting worried now. These men were not going to leave. He knew his brothers were near by, but would they hear him? Only one way to find out. Legolas let out a high pierce whistel and that's when it happened. He saw one of the guards pull out a bow and shot at him. He jumped out of the way, shooting the guard.
"I want the elf alive," Celva said. He looked at Strider and smiled. Strider just stared.
Legolas jumped up into a tree and started shooting from there. He moved as arrows were shot into his tree. Soon he was out of arrows and had to go to daggers. He jumped down and thrashed his twin daggers at a guard. He hit the guard in the arm, but he also got hit in the arm by an arrow. He pulled the arrow out and continued fighting.
"Give it up elf. You can not win. Just give up," Celva said.
"Never." Legolas ran towards Celva, daggers raised high and ready to kill. No one attacks Mirkwood.
"Strider, you know what to do," Celva said. He turned to Strider and smiled. He handed him a dagger and looked at Legolas, who was now fighting the last guard. "Just cut him with this and he will be mine."
Strider just stared, but had to do what he was told. Even if it ment killing his friend. He jumped from the horse and walked towards Legolas.
"Suilad," he said, as he stopped inches from Legolas. He noticed all the guards were dead. No surprise there. Legolas was a skilled fighter, beating his brothers and almost every elf in Mirkwood.
'Who are you and how do you know elvish?'
'Peace. I only wish to tell you who I am. You know mw very well.'
'Then tell who you are and get out of Mirkwood.' He heard some yelling and knew his brothers were close.
"I guess I must do this," Celva said. He pulled out his bow and aimed his arrow at Legolas's arm.
Strider watched as the arrow hit his friend in the arm. Legolas grabbed his arm and felt his legs give right there. He would've hit the ground, but Strider caught him.
"Hurry Strider. Get the elf and lets go. I have plains for this one." Celva rode off, only to stop when he saw Strider lifting the near unconscious Legolas.
'I am sorry, my friend. I will make sure nothing happens to you.' Strider got on his horse and looked down at his friend.
Legolas was sweating from the forhead, and breathing hard. Celva must of had some kind of poison in the arrow.
'Please let your brothers find this.' Strider dropped his neckless on the ground near a dead guard. He was about to reach Celva when he heard a faint whisper from his friend.
'Estel.'
Five me were on horses. One was in the middle, wearing robes with gold and gems on it. A king. A man was right to his side, wearing what looked like rags. A servent. The others were just guards. Something about them he didn't like. Not one bit. Just then, they started talking.
"So, Strider, see any elves?"
"Sorry my lord, but no. These woods are covered with shadows. Not many elves will be around here," Strider said. He knew what he said was a lie. Actually he knew an elf was in the trees above them, but the king didn't know that. He thought the king didn't know until he felt a tip of a sward to his throat.
"I think you're lieing to me," King Cleva said. "Now, is there an elf near by?" He went to hit Strider across the face, but an arrow zoomed passed his head and hit a tree next to him. He looked up and saw no one, but he knew an elf was there. "Come on out elf. I know you're there."
'What are you doing in Mirkwood?' Legolas asked in elvish. He wasn't going to leave his spot in the tree until it was safe.
"Strider, what did the elf say?"
"He asked what we are doing in Mirkwood."
"Tell him we wish to seek an elf for help."
"Why would a man need help from an elf?" Legolas asked in the common toungh.
"Please, come down so we can talk face to face." Celva smiled as he saw the elf land on the ground in front of him, bow raised and arrow aimed for the kill. "Now, what do we have here? A pretty elf."
"I will ask you one last time. What are you doing here?"
"As I said before. I'm looking for an elf. We are lost and need help getting out," Celva lied. He wanted this elf. His blond hair down to his back, very nice with the bow. Oh yes, this elf was going to be his and his only. "Now, we are in Mirkwood, are we not?" No answer. "I asked you a question elf."
"I believe your servent knows the answer. Why not ask him?"
"How do you know that?"
"You asked him what I said. Now answer my question." He was getting worried now. These men were not going to leave. He knew his brothers were near by, but would they hear him? Only one way to find out. Legolas let out a high pierce whistel and that's when it happened. He saw one of the guards pull out a bow and shot at him. He jumped out of the way, shooting the guard.
"I want the elf alive," Celva said. He looked at Strider and smiled. Strider just stared.
Legolas jumped up into a tree and started shooting from there. He moved as arrows were shot into his tree. Soon he was out of arrows and had to go to daggers. He jumped down and thrashed his twin daggers at a guard. He hit the guard in the arm, but he also got hit in the arm by an arrow. He pulled the arrow out and continued fighting.
"Give it up elf. You can not win. Just give up," Celva said.
"Never." Legolas ran towards Celva, daggers raised high and ready to kill. No one attacks Mirkwood.
"Strider, you know what to do," Celva said. He turned to Strider and smiled. He handed him a dagger and looked at Legolas, who was now fighting the last guard. "Just cut him with this and he will be mine."
Strider just stared, but had to do what he was told. Even if it ment killing his friend. He jumped from the horse and walked towards Legolas.
"Suilad," he said, as he stopped inches from Legolas. He noticed all the guards were dead. No surprise there. Legolas was a skilled fighter, beating his brothers and almost every elf in Mirkwood.
'Who are you and how do you know elvish?'
'Peace. I only wish to tell you who I am. You know mw very well.'
'Then tell who you are and get out of Mirkwood.' He heard some yelling and knew his brothers were close.
"I guess I must do this," Celva said. He pulled out his bow and aimed his arrow at Legolas's arm.
Strider watched as the arrow hit his friend in the arm. Legolas grabbed his arm and felt his legs give right there. He would've hit the ground, but Strider caught him.
"Hurry Strider. Get the elf and lets go. I have plains for this one." Celva rode off, only to stop when he saw Strider lifting the near unconscious Legolas.
'I am sorry, my friend. I will make sure nothing happens to you.' Strider got on his horse and looked down at his friend.
Legolas was sweating from the forhead, and breathing hard. Celva must of had some kind of poison in the arrow.
'Please let your brothers find this.' Strider dropped his neckless on the ground near a dead guard. He was about to reach Celva when he heard a faint whisper from his friend.
'Estel.'