(A/N) Sorry I took so long writing this third chapter. I wanted to put more action and I put lots of detail. R&R please!
Elrond was in a heated argument with one of the Nobles.
"Well, we can't just sit here and do nothing about it!" said the Noble angrily. His face was contorted with such rage that Legolas was shocked when he recognized him. It was his father's old friend, Hethgrel.
"I know that. But we cannot let our actions give way to hastiness." Elrond sat down heavily with a sigh. It became more apparent than ever how old he looked. Worry lines were etched into his face, making him look like a stone carving.
Hethgrel glared at a spot just above Elrond's shoulder. "We need to act quickly though. The brutes will not have patience"
All of a sudden, the elaborate doors swung open. About twenty palace guards strode in with three of "the brutes." The guards held their hands behind their backs so they would not escape. The Orcs were a tough and menacing, glaring at everyone. The one who looked most intimidating spoke to Elrond. Orcs at first look dumb but they can be very clever race.
"We know that you know what we're here for," he said bluntly.
Elrond looked him squarely in the eyes and said, "No."
The Orc smiled devilishly. His smile showed all his teeth which were pointed and yellow. "You will regret your decision Elrond. The Dark Lord, Sauron, will have you pay."
And what amazed Legolas even was to see Elrond smiling back.
"Bring it on."
The Council of Elrond was dismissed and the members filed out. The guards with the Orcs exited first and headed towards the opposite hallway. The Orcs were to be released and sent back to Mordor with Elrond's answer. Meanwhile, Legolas' father had stayed behind to talk with Elrond and Legolas was left to do anything. The morning was still early and he decided to get breakfast.
However, on his way to the kitchens, he spotted the Orcs being sent away. He wanted to see them leave so he took a detour around to the entrance. He crouched down, peering around the shrubbery. The Orcs apparently had horses to ride back and they were just getting on. The guards retreated back to the entrance when the leader jumped down and started to attack with his war axe. The sound of the Orc hitting the ground was enough to put the guards in action. They drew their swords out of their sheaths and started towards him down the marble steps. The two other Orcs took the hint and jumped off their steeds and backed up their leader. The guards, who were outnumbered three to two, started to back up the steps past Legolas' hiding place. The sound of steel clashing in mid-air was deafening. The Orc ran his sword through one of the guard's side. The guard fell, clutching his wound. Legolas was horrified when he saw the smile on the Orc's face. The Orc swung his sword in a huge arc and brought it down on the guards head. Legolas winced as he heard the spurt of blood and looked away from the slaughter. He looked back and saw all three of the Orcs advancing on the lone guard. He felt sorry for the guy.
He thought about running to the side door but something inside made him stay. He saw the sword still in his owner's hand within an arm's length and took it. The three Orcs had finally killed the guard and were now trying to open the huge, elaborate doors. Legolas' heart was pounding furiously behind his ribcage, as if it were about to explode. His breathing increased and he jumped forward. The Orcs were taken by surprise and he slashed at the first one. The blade glanced off of the armor harmlessly. He saw a weak point in the armor and thrust his blade through it. It was the killing blow. The Orc fell and his comrades were in a short period of shock. Then with renewed anger, the two Orcs attacked Legolas. He parried and slashed at the Orc's neck where it was left exposed for maximum movement. Two down, one to go. The last Orc had to be the biggest he's ever seen in his life. The handle of his axe had to be at least the length of his leg. They circled each other, giving Legolas time to think where to attack. The Orc lunged towards him, his axe held high above his head and before he could bring it down, he pointed the point of the blade to a place between the legs and brought the blade upwards. Then, he dodged the blow of the axe by side-stepping to his right. The Orc sank to his knees and toppled to the ground. Adrenaline was pumping through his veins so rapidly he felt like he would blow up.
The doors opened behind him and he turned around. The members of The Council of Elrond were staring, white-faced with shock at the dead figures of the Orcs and at Legolas, who they assumed to be responsible but they did not believe it.
"D-did you….do t-this?" said Hethgrel
Legolas nodded slowly.
Hethgrel fainted.
