Chapter Three
At the Outbreak
Legolas and the group of elves rode all through the day and the following night. They were now nearing the place where to spider attacks were reported to be. They could already smell the horrid stench of the spiders and the dead people.
"Ready your bows and swords," Legolas said, "Be ready for an ambush. Legolas had taken a bow, quiver filled with nearly fifty arrows, his regular knives, and a sword. He did not often use a sword, but spiders were hard to kill with just one arrow. It usually took many and, although they had many arrows, their supply was not endless.
They rode forward the rest of the day. They had come to a small village of elf homes, but unfortunately none were left alive. They made camp that night. They had half the men on guard at a time, for spiders were very sneaky and could easily sneak up on anyone, even elves.
Early the next morning Legolas woke up to the screaming of many voices. The spiders had finally found them and were dropping out of what seemed like every tree in the forest. Most of the elves that had been sleeping were up and grasping for their weapons. Legolas grabbed his bow and quiver that were lying next to him. He threw the quiver over his back and jumped up. His knives and sword were already attached to him. He looked at his surroundings, three elves already lay dead, but they had killed one spider in their battle. Many other elves were fighting off the other spiders. There were now about twenty spiders surrounding them. Monilas and two other elves were struggling with a particularly large spider. Legolas aimed and hit on of the spider's eyes, causing it to pause long enough for Monilas to cut its throat. He turned and nodded his head at Legolas in thanks and ran off to help another elf. Legolas drew another arrow and shot two arrows into the eye of another spider and went after it. He drew his sword as he got near and was able to cut off a leg. The spider turned to him and spit a burst of webbing at him. He ducked and ran his sword into the spider's stomach. Green slim poured out as the spider fell, nearly crushing Legolas. He glanced to his left. The elves were winning. Many spiders had been slain, but so had many elves. Two spiders had retreated and the rest looked like they were about to give up. He glanced to his right. To his horror Monilas was fighting another spider, all on his own. He was badly bleeding from his arm and head. Legolas could tell that he was struggling greatly. He tried to run to aid his friend, but was stopped short. Another small spider was coming at him. He hesitated for a short moment and shot an arrow into the spider's largest eye. The spider cried out and started to run in circles. With one quick slice he put the spider out of its deserved misery. He continued to run toward his friend. The spider stabbed at Monilas, striking him the stomach. He fell to the ground. Legolas gave a cry and ran faster. The spider was about to take another stab when Legolas let out a great war cry and cut the spider's head. Another slice and the head rolled away. He rushed toward his friend, fearing the worst.
Monilas was covered in green slime and blood was everywhere. His breathing was labored and there was a small amount of blood running out of his mouth. Legolas knelt down to take Monilas' head in his lap. He did not have to power to heal, but he could tell it was already too late for his dear friend. Monilas tried to speak, but choked on the blood filling his lungs. Tears streamed for Legolas' eyes as his friend's eyes slowly closed and his breathing stopped. Legolas held Monilas for several moments until he heard a cry from behind. The spiders had been driven off, but one was heading straight for him. He stood clumsily and drew his sword, but he could not see through the tears. The spider threw itself at him with all its might, throwing both of them into a far off tree. The spider ran off as darkness came to Legolas.