Ok I was in a very weird mood when I wrote this, so it may be slightly different than my normal style. But tell me what you think anyway. Sorry its been so long, didn't really have any inspiration.

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It was about an hour later before, Legolas and Emeriel once again stood and moved to leave. Afod was now rested well, in fact he had been for many hours, and was now roaring to get back home. Getting back into the saddle, Emeriel now a lot better, Legolas was thoroughly content. He was with the girl that he now knew that he loved. They were both happy. And there was nothing which at this very moment that could destroy the moment...

Until a party of disgusting, revolting, wart covered, flee infested orcs arrived right in front of them, brandishing weapons of which could inflict terrible torture on any being in its way.

Leaping to load his bow, which just happened to be there, Legolas started firing at the steadily growing group of disgusting, revolting, wart covered, flee infested orcs. He was out numbered by more than he could count. So, grabbing Afod, who was now backed up and impatiently pacing by the pond, still carrying Emeriel, who was now looking very frightened, he jumped on. Afod sprang forward with the agility of a deer and boomed down the path...away from Rivendell.

Crashing down the uneven path, Legolas tried to get control of the panic ridden animal. He was lucky enough to even have got on his back. The foul arrows of orcs rained down upon them, narrowly missing him a couple of times. The path twisted and rounded bends, through their balance this and that. The orcs were all around them, closing in, and slashing at their legs. Afod, drove through the company of orcs, disordering them, confusing and muddling them. Their ranks were now divided, and fights started to arise over the elven blanket and leftovers from their picnic.

The orcs slowly started to drag behind and Legolas now started to check their surroundings. Nothing was familiar. Afod was going on blinding as if by instinct, never smashing into anything, but coming very close to leaving Legolas with a mouthful of leaves and a bruised nose. But at least he had slowed down somewhat. Legolas did not as well know the woods of Rivendell as those of Mirkwood, not nearly as much. These trees were strange; they did not carry the same friendly whisper as those, closer to the glorifying city. These probably were still under The Shadow, even though it had been a few years, not everywhere was yet rid of the dark omen of the Dark Lord.

After what seemed a lifetime of bumps, hiccups and ever growing thirst, Legolas was able to see the scattered buildings of a village. Emeriel who had remained extremely quiet the entire ride, perked up slightly, seeing the tiny buildings, half hidden in the maze of hills and woods.

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They arrived at the village gate after dark, the lights of the houses were the only to be seen. Afod moved cautiously along the main road, the road was stony and rough, having not he same care as others might. They came to an inn a few houses down, with a dirty stable with a sad, droopy looking beast, which I guess you could call a horse and a chicken coop round the side. Seeing no better looking accommodation ahead, Legolas stopped, the strangely now under control Afod and helped Emeriel down.

Music and the voices of the merrily drunk sang through the open windows. It was called the Gazing Deer, though the look of it was not the reason for its name. The door seemed to have multiple attempts at repair where the hinges hung dangerously loose, and the sign above the door was so splattered with mud that there was telling what the name of it was, unless for the replacement wooden plaque leaning against the wall.

Afod was not impressed and refused to be lead into the dung covered stable. The hay was piled in the one corner free of poop, and a pitiful pile it was. Finally leaving Afod outside the stable or should we say shack, Legolas led Emeriel into the inn.

The entrance was dark and murky, the lights were high to the ceiling, leaving shadows lurking in every corner. The clatter of mugs could be heard in a room to there right, but where the door was they could not tell. Moving down the corridor they finally reached the 'reception desk' more like a bar, where a drunken...creature sat gurgling down ail. The bar tender/inn keeper appeared from behind a door and hurried behind the counter.

'Welcome how may I help you?'



I know its not the best place to stop but hey life's like that. I'll write more, but I've got French in min so I've loaded this up for all you reviews!