Chapter 7
Pheraearwen avoided Legolas as much as possible for the rest of the day, but seeing him became inevitable when it came to dinnertime. In the dining hall, she chose a seat far away from him, so he wouldn't get a chance to say anything to her.
"Lord Elrond!" cried Glorfindel, a blond elf, as he rushed towards his lord. "What is it, mellon nin?" Elrond asked, concern in his eyes. "There is a band of yrchs," Glorfindel answered. "They are in the outskirts of the forest and are closing in quickly." "How many of them are there, Glorfindel?" Elrond asked, his voice strong. "I do not know for certain, but there are at least 100, my lord," said Glorfindel, slipping into his native tongue. "That is not too many, Ada, we can fight them," Elrohir said as Elladan and Estel nodded their agreement. "We can fight them, but I do not want to bring harm to any of the lives here," Elrond said, his eyes troubled. "I will not risk the lives of others." "With all due respect, my lord, there are many here who are willing to risk their lives on their own," Glorfindel said, putting a hand on his elven sword. "I volunteer to go fight the orcs." "We will all go," Estel said, looking from Elladan to Elrohir, who looked at Legolas and smiled as they all nodded. "I will go as well, uncle," spoke up Pheraearwen. "I will not stand and watch as this beautiful place is ravaged by a band of orcs." "My dear niece, I know you have courage coursing through your veins as does your father and mother, but I cannot let you go," Elrond said, raising a hand as Pheraearwen opened her mouth to speak. "You will stay here, my child, along with Legolas." "What?!" cried Legolas, shooting up from his seat. "I will not sit around while my friends go out to fight!" "You are a guest here, young prince," Elrond said, his voice firm. "I will not let you risk your life without your father's consent. You and Pheraearwen will stay here, end of discussion," he said firmly, quieting the two fuming elves. Turning to Glorfindel, he said, "Get together a band of volunteers and ready yourselves for the fight. Do not leave any leave anyone behind." "Yes, my lord," Glorfindel said as he bowed. "Those who wish to fight the orcs, come with me." When Glorfindel bowed again and turned to leave, all of the warriors of Rivendell that were present left with him, leaving Elrond, Legolas, and Pheraearwen behind. The two young elves excused themselves from the presence of the lord and went to their respective rooms. Though they knew not, the two young elves were doing the exact same thing. They had reached for their sack with their mysterious outfits and was putting them on, one all black and one all white, thinking of a way to steal out of the palace.
~*~ "Elladan! Behind you!" Estel shouted to his brother as an orc rushed towards him from behind. Elladan heard and spun around to slay the orc before it did any damage to himself or his family. The band of 20 warriors was still up and fighting, though there seemed to be almost 300 orcs, for more had came up behind after Glorfindel had left. They held together, protecting each other, not letting the orcs separate them. Silently, two figures dropped down from opposite sides and engaged in the battle to help the wearying elves with the remaining 150 orcs. "Split the orcs up, my friend!" Calim cried to Glorfindel in Sindarian as he slew orcs from all directions with his daggers. With a curious look at the shrouded figure, Glorfindel nodded and the elves started to separate the orcs by running in pairs in different directions. The orcs, confused, all started to follow different elves to different parts of the forest. Oddly enough, Calim and Aduial ended up running in the same direction. Calim looked over at the figure running beside him as Aduial looked over at him. Both were taken aback and seeing the other here, but laughed anyway.
"So we meet again, do we not, Calim?" Pheraearwen said, running right beside him. "So we do, my friend, though I didn't expect to see you here!" Legolas exclaimed, as they both stopped to turn and turned to meet the 20 or so orcs that had followed them. They fought side-by-side, killing all of the orcs, or so they thought. When the last orc in view was on the floor dead, the two elves cleaned their daggers and sheathed them.
Out of nowhere, a crudely made arrow shot out of the dark forest, straight for Calim.
Pheraearwen avoided Legolas as much as possible for the rest of the day, but seeing him became inevitable when it came to dinnertime. In the dining hall, she chose a seat far away from him, so he wouldn't get a chance to say anything to her.
"Lord Elrond!" cried Glorfindel, a blond elf, as he rushed towards his lord. "What is it, mellon nin?" Elrond asked, concern in his eyes. "There is a band of yrchs," Glorfindel answered. "They are in the outskirts of the forest and are closing in quickly." "How many of them are there, Glorfindel?" Elrond asked, his voice strong. "I do not know for certain, but there are at least 100, my lord," said Glorfindel, slipping into his native tongue. "That is not too many, Ada, we can fight them," Elrohir said as Elladan and Estel nodded their agreement. "We can fight them, but I do not want to bring harm to any of the lives here," Elrond said, his eyes troubled. "I will not risk the lives of others." "With all due respect, my lord, there are many here who are willing to risk their lives on their own," Glorfindel said, putting a hand on his elven sword. "I volunteer to go fight the orcs." "We will all go," Estel said, looking from Elladan to Elrohir, who looked at Legolas and smiled as they all nodded. "I will go as well, uncle," spoke up Pheraearwen. "I will not stand and watch as this beautiful place is ravaged by a band of orcs." "My dear niece, I know you have courage coursing through your veins as does your father and mother, but I cannot let you go," Elrond said, raising a hand as Pheraearwen opened her mouth to speak. "You will stay here, my child, along with Legolas." "What?!" cried Legolas, shooting up from his seat. "I will not sit around while my friends go out to fight!" "You are a guest here, young prince," Elrond said, his voice firm. "I will not let you risk your life without your father's consent. You and Pheraearwen will stay here, end of discussion," he said firmly, quieting the two fuming elves. Turning to Glorfindel, he said, "Get together a band of volunteers and ready yourselves for the fight. Do not leave any leave anyone behind." "Yes, my lord," Glorfindel said as he bowed. "Those who wish to fight the orcs, come with me." When Glorfindel bowed again and turned to leave, all of the warriors of Rivendell that were present left with him, leaving Elrond, Legolas, and Pheraearwen behind. The two young elves excused themselves from the presence of the lord and went to their respective rooms. Though they knew not, the two young elves were doing the exact same thing. They had reached for their sack with their mysterious outfits and was putting them on, one all black and one all white, thinking of a way to steal out of the palace.
~*~ "Elladan! Behind you!" Estel shouted to his brother as an orc rushed towards him from behind. Elladan heard and spun around to slay the orc before it did any damage to himself or his family. The band of 20 warriors was still up and fighting, though there seemed to be almost 300 orcs, for more had came up behind after Glorfindel had left. They held together, protecting each other, not letting the orcs separate them. Silently, two figures dropped down from opposite sides and engaged in the battle to help the wearying elves with the remaining 150 orcs. "Split the orcs up, my friend!" Calim cried to Glorfindel in Sindarian as he slew orcs from all directions with his daggers. With a curious look at the shrouded figure, Glorfindel nodded and the elves started to separate the orcs by running in pairs in different directions. The orcs, confused, all started to follow different elves to different parts of the forest. Oddly enough, Calim and Aduial ended up running in the same direction. Calim looked over at the figure running beside him as Aduial looked over at him. Both were taken aback and seeing the other here, but laughed anyway.
"So we meet again, do we not, Calim?" Pheraearwen said, running right beside him. "So we do, my friend, though I didn't expect to see you here!" Legolas exclaimed, as they both stopped to turn and turned to meet the 20 or so orcs that had followed them. They fought side-by-side, killing all of the orcs, or so they thought. When the last orc in view was on the floor dead, the two elves cleaned their daggers and sheathed them.
Out of nowhere, a crudely made arrow shot out of the dark forest, straight for Calim.