Guess the battle scene was to short, but I'll do better next time….
Chapter 47--No Time To Rest
The attack began again only scant hours later. Soldiers rushed the forest only to be shot down then another group headed that way and everything changed. They wore metal armor that covered the entire body as well as a helmet with only a narrow slit to see from. They carried long swords and a shield.
Fired arrows bounced off or shattered on the metal armor. The only way to score a killing shot was to get it through the slot. It was hard even for the skilled elves to do. All to soon the men were in the forest, forcing the Elves into melee combat. Obviously that was the plan as the other less armored soldiers rushed into the fight.
The healers who had come to the battlefield stayed behind the front line mostly. One would occasionally dart out to drag a wounded Elf to safety.
Legolas knelt beside a fatally wounded Elf, allowing himself to sink into a healing trance. A noise drew his attention before he could and he saw four Humans staring at him. All of them wore the strange metal armor. It was then he realized how far from the others he was.
"I remember this one. He was Arathorn's little plaything. I think King Rian would like to meet him," one said. All four guards moved purposely towards Legolas.
"Run, do not stay for me, run!" the wounded Elf whispered.
Legolas didn't want to abandon the Elf, but he knew he would be captured if he stayed. He stood and fled. A scream behind him made him look over his shoulder. He was just in time to see one of the men rip his sword free of the Elf's chest.
"Get him! Do not let him escape!!" one yelled and they gave chase.
Legolas had no trouble outrunning them especially since they had on the heavy armor. He lost himself in the shelter of the trees. He heard them run under the tree and sighed in relief. He had lost them. He began to make his way back.
**Meanwhile**
Aragorn stood back to back with the twins fiercely fending off enemies. It seemed hopeless; each time one was killed two more took his place.
Syri winced as she saw an Elf brutally ran through and parried a blow aimed at her throat. She could feel Boromir's back against hers and it brought her some comfort.
Elrohir cried out in pain as he was slashed across the thigh. His leg buckled and he fell heavily.
The Human laughed and seized him by the hair, dragging him away from Aragorn and Elladan. "You are dead, Elf! I will have your ears as a trophy!" he sneered.
"Elrohir!! NO!!" Elladan cried, but Aragorn and he were to hard pressed to help.
Elrohir stared helplessly as the sword began to come down then there was a thud and the Human fell sideways--skull crushed--to reveal Qui.
"Thank you," Elrohir said.
"Qui, get him out of here!" Elladan yelled.
"Not necessary, I can fight," Elrohir said. He tried to stand and fell again.
Qui scooped Elrohir up and slung him over his shoulder, ignoring his protest and carried him behind the lines. He turned him over to the healers and looked around. *Where is Legolas? * He signed.
"He was over there the last time I saw him," a healer said, pointing.
Cursing silently, Qui headed that way. He found the dead Elf who had been mutilated, ears cut off, and was worried. He found the armored men's trail and followed. He hoped Legolas hadn't fell into their hands.
Legolas hid against the tree trunk as more soldiers moved past and sighed. He was being forced further away from his peoples' forces by the minute. There were soldiers everywhere and that boded ill for Mirkwood. A loud scream caught his attention and he looked that way.
The giant spiders that haunted the deeper parts of Mirkwood surrounded the Humans. One of the seven men was down and the spiders were closing in on the others. They were easy targets since they were only wearing leather armor. They were going to be spider food and it was their faults.
Legolas moved away, not wanted to become prey to the spiders as well and kept making his way back towards the Elven army…
Messy business!!! More to come soon--A big thank you to my reviewers!! R/R!!