Prologue
Their tortured cries rose from the dungeon. The elves, a race who knew
little of death and pain, lay there wondering what had happened. How had
they come to be here, none could remember. And for those whose brains could
still function properly and could remember some details, the only thing
that seemed to stick out was Lundquist.
Lundquist. A land mortally feared by the elves, and the elves feared very little indeed. For Lord Dunbar lived there. Lord Dunbar, as it was whispered, had a peculiar obsession. Elvish blood. He loved the color of it, and the sweet yet slightly salty smell. And being a cruel man would use whatever means he could do to find and torture the elves.
Chapter 1
"My Prince!" Shouted Amian, a shorter than average elf and one of Prince Legolas' close friends. "The hunting party is packed and ready to depart at the earliest possible hour."
"Very good Trelan." Replied Legolas with a smile, stopping to allow his friend to catch up. "As soon as You and the others are ready we shall depart."
"As you say my Prince."
The next day they departed at dawn, ready to hunt down the spiders who were terrorizing Mirkwood. They walked and chatted for the first few hours, merry and light hearted until they came to the place close to where the spiders had been seen last. So intent was their search that they did not see the band of orcs till it was almost too late.
Wham! A arrow flew past Legolas embedding itself in a nearby tree. Like lighting the elves loaded their bows and let some arrows fly.
Two orcs came at Legolas, their arms flying, black blades gleaming in the sun. One raised it's arm ready to strike, Legolas quickly danced to the side, grabbed his twin knives and slammed into the orc killing it instantly.
A nearby orc loaded his bow and aimed at his heart. Legolas, realizing too late what was going on, lunged to the side in an effort to avoid the arrow. He was to late however and the arrow missing his heart lodged into the front of his shoulder and going all the way through.
"Ai!!" Gasped Legolas, dropping his weapons and stumbling backwards a few steps.
The orc, realizing the elf was temporally disabled, took his black sword and hit Legolas on the head with the handle.
The last thing he remembered was a deep, searing pain before it all went black.
Lundquist. A land mortally feared by the elves, and the elves feared very little indeed. For Lord Dunbar lived there. Lord Dunbar, as it was whispered, had a peculiar obsession. Elvish blood. He loved the color of it, and the sweet yet slightly salty smell. And being a cruel man would use whatever means he could do to find and torture the elves.
Chapter 1
"My Prince!" Shouted Amian, a shorter than average elf and one of Prince Legolas' close friends. "The hunting party is packed and ready to depart at the earliest possible hour."
"Very good Trelan." Replied Legolas with a smile, stopping to allow his friend to catch up. "As soon as You and the others are ready we shall depart."
"As you say my Prince."
The next day they departed at dawn, ready to hunt down the spiders who were terrorizing Mirkwood. They walked and chatted for the first few hours, merry and light hearted until they came to the place close to where the spiders had been seen last. So intent was their search that they did not see the band of orcs till it was almost too late.
Wham! A arrow flew past Legolas embedding itself in a nearby tree. Like lighting the elves loaded their bows and let some arrows fly.
Two orcs came at Legolas, their arms flying, black blades gleaming in the sun. One raised it's arm ready to strike, Legolas quickly danced to the side, grabbed his twin knives and slammed into the orc killing it instantly.
A nearby orc loaded his bow and aimed at his heart. Legolas, realizing too late what was going on, lunged to the side in an effort to avoid the arrow. He was to late however and the arrow missing his heart lodged into the front of his shoulder and going all the way through.
"Ai!!" Gasped Legolas, dropping his weapons and stumbling backwards a few steps.
The orc, realizing the elf was temporally disabled, took his black sword and hit Legolas on the head with the handle.
The last thing he remembered was a deep, searing pain before it all went black.
