Legolas was still furious as he dressed himself. Stupid Men, what do they
know anyway, really? He laced up his leggings and pulled on his boots. He
shrugged on his shirt, his nipples tight with cold. Sighing he rubbed them
because they ached from the tightness. He started to knot his shirt ties as
he walked back to the camp. Suddenly, he paused, ears wide opened and
nostrils flaring. Something was wrong; something bad was about to happen.
He crept up a tree, searching for the cause of his disturbance. His keen
eyes surveyed the darkness. There! A darker shadow moves slowly towards the
camp. And there! And there! And many more, and there a Ring Wraith on its
black unnatural horse. Orcs and a Ring Wraith. Here to take Brianna back.
He gritted his teeth with fury at the thought of them having anything to do
with her ever again. Here he was and he could do nothing! Where was
Aragorn's sentry? Surely, he could sense something?
Slowly the Orcs grew closer to the encampment of Men. The sentry cried the alarm and received an arrow through his throat for his troubles. The Men around the fireside leapt up in alarm and reached for their weapons. Aragorn drew Anduiril with a sound like the whisper of silk. Legolas swore to himself that he would never, never go anywhere again without his bow in easy reach. Still, he was not entirely unarmed; he had his dagger of good Elfish steel. The scene around the fireside had descended into chaos. He could see Brianna cowering as Aragorn defended her. Time to go Orc hunting.
He slipped from tree to tree, dropping silently on his prey and slitting their throats. Truly, Orcs are so stupid. Then he heard the Ring Wraith scream and its horse begin to gallop. He looked up from his last victim, frowning with unease. The Men were still all upright, except for the unfortunate sentry, and Brianna was safe with Aragorn. The Ring Wraith seemed to fly out of the trees into the firelight. Its horse shouldered aside the Men and the Orcs and the Ring Wraith reached down for Brianna and hauled her into the saddle. It wheeled around, with Brianna screaming, her face blanched white as snow. The Orcs disengaged from the Men and followed the Ring Wraith into the darkness of the woods. Aragorn took a few steps after them, then a ball flew through the air into the fire and all the Men started to cough, then slump to the ground.
"Legolas! Help me! Legolas! Legolas!" Brianna's despairing scream came to him on the wind. Legolas was torn between what his heart wanted him to do and what duty commanded him to do. As usual, he chose duty and hurried to the still Men. He felt for a pulse on Aragorn's neck. Legolas nodded grimly, he was alive. The Ring Wraith knew that he hadn't been in the camp, and that he would stay to take care of the Men. Damn them all to hell! Legolas' mouth twisted in a feral snarl, they had better run while they could because he was going to get them and cause them exceeding amounts of pain.
Slowly the Orcs grew closer to the encampment of Men. The sentry cried the alarm and received an arrow through his throat for his troubles. The Men around the fireside leapt up in alarm and reached for their weapons. Aragorn drew Anduiril with a sound like the whisper of silk. Legolas swore to himself that he would never, never go anywhere again without his bow in easy reach. Still, he was not entirely unarmed; he had his dagger of good Elfish steel. The scene around the fireside had descended into chaos. He could see Brianna cowering as Aragorn defended her. Time to go Orc hunting.
He slipped from tree to tree, dropping silently on his prey and slitting their throats. Truly, Orcs are so stupid. Then he heard the Ring Wraith scream and its horse begin to gallop. He looked up from his last victim, frowning with unease. The Men were still all upright, except for the unfortunate sentry, and Brianna was safe with Aragorn. The Ring Wraith seemed to fly out of the trees into the firelight. Its horse shouldered aside the Men and the Orcs and the Ring Wraith reached down for Brianna and hauled her into the saddle. It wheeled around, with Brianna screaming, her face blanched white as snow. The Orcs disengaged from the Men and followed the Ring Wraith into the darkness of the woods. Aragorn took a few steps after them, then a ball flew through the air into the fire and all the Men started to cough, then slump to the ground.
"Legolas! Help me! Legolas! Legolas!" Brianna's despairing scream came to him on the wind. Legolas was torn between what his heart wanted him to do and what duty commanded him to do. As usual, he chose duty and hurried to the still Men. He felt for a pulse on Aragorn's neck. Legolas nodded grimly, he was alive. The Ring Wraith knew that he hadn't been in the camp, and that he would stay to take care of the Men. Damn them all to hell! Legolas' mouth twisted in a feral snarl, they had better run while they could because he was going to get them and cause them exceeding amounts of pain.
