The Three Hunters
Aragorn and Legolas fought side by side on the battlefield before the black gate of Mordor. The future king wielded Andúril expertly and smote his foes quickly, and sternly. The Mirkwood elf, his bow momentarily forgotten, fought with his twin Elven blades, twirling and gliding like an angel of death amongst the devils of Sauron. Both were tiring, and things were getting confusing. The Orcs, bound to Sauron and his Ring felt the absence of Saurons great power and his despair and fear. And like sheep dumbly following their Shepard, they too felt their masters' confusion and were falling to pieces before the Western allies' very eyes.
Legolas ducked an ill-aimed blow from a large and foul smelling Orc and swiped at its lower abdomen. A gash opened across its belly and blood gushed out. That Orc down, he turned in search of another foe, his keen elf eyes scanning the nearby fray of combat. He caught sight of someone far more pleasing to the eye than an Orc, and gave his friend Gimli a quick check over to make sure that he was not hurt. Gimli battled his way towards his two companions, a severe look on his face. Legolas called out to him. "Gimli, my friend, why so grave? Are you wounded?"
"No, my friend," Gimli sighed, decapitated an Orc that was about to interrupt their discussion and chose to break the news to his companions. He made sure that Aragorn, who had just fought two Orcs at once and eradicated them both, was also paying attention, before he spoke. "Master Peregrin has been seriously injured." He paused to let the message sink into his crestfallen friends. "He may not survive. I thought it best that you both know before…just in case anything happens."
Aragorn and Legolas let the shock hit them fully, although neither said a word. Inside they boiled with rage and felt the loss of the young hobbit even before he was actually gone from their lives. They exchanged a look, and the anger won.
"Gurth gothrim lye!" Legolas snarled reverting back to his native tongue, and both he and Aragorn turned back to the mêlée with renewed fervour. Gimli joined them and the three hunters fought together once more.
Aragorn and Legolas fought side by side on the battlefield before the black gate of Mordor. The future king wielded Andúril expertly and smote his foes quickly, and sternly. The Mirkwood elf, his bow momentarily forgotten, fought with his twin Elven blades, twirling and gliding like an angel of death amongst the devils of Sauron. Both were tiring, and things were getting confusing. The Orcs, bound to Sauron and his Ring felt the absence of Saurons great power and his despair and fear. And like sheep dumbly following their Shepard, they too felt their masters' confusion and were falling to pieces before the Western allies' very eyes.
Legolas ducked an ill-aimed blow from a large and foul smelling Orc and swiped at its lower abdomen. A gash opened across its belly and blood gushed out. That Orc down, he turned in search of another foe, his keen elf eyes scanning the nearby fray of combat. He caught sight of someone far more pleasing to the eye than an Orc, and gave his friend Gimli a quick check over to make sure that he was not hurt. Gimli battled his way towards his two companions, a severe look on his face. Legolas called out to him. "Gimli, my friend, why so grave? Are you wounded?"
"No, my friend," Gimli sighed, decapitated an Orc that was about to interrupt their discussion and chose to break the news to his companions. He made sure that Aragorn, who had just fought two Orcs at once and eradicated them both, was also paying attention, before he spoke. "Master Peregrin has been seriously injured." He paused to let the message sink into his crestfallen friends. "He may not survive. I thought it best that you both know before…just in case anything happens."
Aragorn and Legolas let the shock hit them fully, although neither said a word. Inside they boiled with rage and felt the loss of the young hobbit even before he was actually gone from their lives. They exchanged a look, and the anger won.
"Gurth gothrim lye!" Legolas snarled reverting back to his native tongue, and both he and Aragorn turned back to the mêlée with renewed fervour. Gimli joined them and the three hunters fought together once more.