"Oh no." I muttered to myself. Standing up on a high rock. Staring out into the open plains and mountains.
"What is it?" Aragorn asked. "What do your elf-eyes see?" He called out, sharpening his daggers on a sharp edged rock.
"Orcs, goblins and urak-hai, they travel north-east!" I called out.
"How many?" He asked.
"Thousands."
"Lets go."
"Do not be foolish, we can not take them, no matter how skilled we are with our weaponry." I told him.
"Then what shall we do Legolas?" He asked.
"We can easily outrun them. We must make for the woods of Mirkwood!" I exclaimed.
"What shall we do there?" He questioned with a puzzled look on his face.
"I see someone there that is friend that might help us."
"As you wish Master Elf." Aragorn said, gathering his things.
