The second and third days of Legolas and Celandiel's journey went by
without much incident. Apart from shooting foul creatures that were once
under Sauron's command (which she never had stumbled upon before),
Celandiel refused to target the animals, so when Legolas shot a rabbit for
their meal that night, she walked a distance away from where he was
cooking.
Once again, Celandiel saw the strange shadows: more of them. She had been sighting them for almost four days now. Whatever they were they had a rancid, foul smell. She did not want to know what creatures were following them.
Celandiel began to make a wreath of simbelmynë that were blooming everywhere. She needed to thank Legolas for all he had done for her.
Suddenly, without warning, she felt a cold blade make its way into her shoulder. Celandiel screamed, and, her fallen wreath forgotten began to fumble her way back to camp. More of the short black things were surrounding her, preparing to strike her with arrows.
'Legolas!' she cried with all her might, feeling the pain from the wound. She could feel coldness around her body. She had to stay awake.
~*~
Andraste shot up from her bedroll. Many others around her were awake, too.
'I heard a scream,' a young maid-Elf trembled. 'Are we being assaulted by orcs?'
'Fear not, mellon nin (my friend),' Andraste replied quietly, remembering why she had woken up so suddenly. 'The sound is distant, and it is not that of an orc; it sounds as though someone or something is in distress. Stay here and I will investigate.' She got up and left.
~*~
Legolas ran to where Celandiel lay. 'Celandiel! What has happened?'
'Black.creatures,' Celandiel said breathlessly. 'I do not know what they are.'
'Orcs!' Legolas said angrily. 'Esta sinome (stay here). I shall be back.' He left.
About twenty orcs were closing upon Celandiel's limp body. The Prince of Mirkwood bent his bow and, placing an arrow on the string, he struck two ors in the neck. He emptied a quarter of his quiver before taking out his two lethal knives to kill the last ten.
The Elf hurried back to Celandiel, and in the moonlight, he finally realized that the young one had a wound in her shoulder.
'You are injured!' Legolas said frantically. 'Why didn't you tell me?' He sat her up, his arm supporting her back.
Celandiel smiled weakly, stroking his fair face with her good arm. 'Do not worry about me, my Prince, I will be all right.' Her eyes began to close.
'No!' Legolas cried, holding her now pale body close. 'Amin mela lle (I love you), Celandiel. You cannot leave me to face this world alone!'
Then, a miracle happened. Legolas' necklace, one that kept his immortality, began to glow. He quickly took it off and hung it around Celandiel's neck, kissing her cold lips.
'Amin mela lle, amin mela lle. Come back to the light.'
Once again, Celandiel saw the strange shadows: more of them. She had been sighting them for almost four days now. Whatever they were they had a rancid, foul smell. She did not want to know what creatures were following them.
Celandiel began to make a wreath of simbelmynë that were blooming everywhere. She needed to thank Legolas for all he had done for her.
Suddenly, without warning, she felt a cold blade make its way into her shoulder. Celandiel screamed, and, her fallen wreath forgotten began to fumble her way back to camp. More of the short black things were surrounding her, preparing to strike her with arrows.
'Legolas!' she cried with all her might, feeling the pain from the wound. She could feel coldness around her body. She had to stay awake.
~*~
Andraste shot up from her bedroll. Many others around her were awake, too.
'I heard a scream,' a young maid-Elf trembled. 'Are we being assaulted by orcs?'
'Fear not, mellon nin (my friend),' Andraste replied quietly, remembering why she had woken up so suddenly. 'The sound is distant, and it is not that of an orc; it sounds as though someone or something is in distress. Stay here and I will investigate.' She got up and left.
~*~
Legolas ran to where Celandiel lay. 'Celandiel! What has happened?'
'Black.creatures,' Celandiel said breathlessly. 'I do not know what they are.'
'Orcs!' Legolas said angrily. 'Esta sinome (stay here). I shall be back.' He left.
About twenty orcs were closing upon Celandiel's limp body. The Prince of Mirkwood bent his bow and, placing an arrow on the string, he struck two ors in the neck. He emptied a quarter of his quiver before taking out his two lethal knives to kill the last ten.
The Elf hurried back to Celandiel, and in the moonlight, he finally realized that the young one had a wound in her shoulder.
'You are injured!' Legolas said frantically. 'Why didn't you tell me?' He sat her up, his arm supporting her back.
Celandiel smiled weakly, stroking his fair face with her good arm. 'Do not worry about me, my Prince, I will be all right.' Her eyes began to close.
'No!' Legolas cried, holding her now pale body close. 'Amin mela lle (I love you), Celandiel. You cannot leave me to face this world alone!'
Then, a miracle happened. Legolas' necklace, one that kept his immortality, began to glow. He quickly took it off and hung it around Celandiel's neck, kissing her cold lips.
'Amin mela lle, amin mela lle. Come back to the light.'