Chapter 7
Co-written by JaC
Thanks to all reviewers!
Arrows shot through the air. Each had bows in front of them. The twins fired arrows at a rapid speed. Legolas's shooting was slightly hindered by the pain in his arm. He was trying his best to ignore the fact that his arm was screaming in protest to the harsh treatment.
Orcs fell quickly. Soon, the orcs grew too close for and arrows. The bows were abandoned for swords and knives. There was quite a large number of orcs left even though many had been killed. Luckily they were all skilled fighters and could manage. But this time, Legolas had a 'slight' disadvantage, due to his injuries.
The four of them got separated. Each fighting a few orcs at once. Legolas was fighting three orcs. With some difficulty, he killed the first two. The third one was ready for him. When Legolas turned, the orc used his sword (a/n: I am not sure whether orcs use swords. If no then maybe an axe or something) and slashed it straight at Legolas's head. Legolas quickly dodged, but he was not quick enough.
The sword hit his injured shoulder, the wound reopened. Pain flared up his arm like flames, causing Legolas to drop one of his twin knives. Blood gashed out of his wound, staining the bandages and his tunic. With all the strength he could muster amongst the pain, he used his left hand and plunged the knife into the stomach of the orc. The orc fell dead on the floor.
Legolas started to find breathing difficult. He was almost gasping for each breath. He saw Aragorn fighting at a distance, and then something else caught his eye.
It was an orc archer. The next thing Legolas knew was that an arrow had hit him in the stomach. His vision went fuzzy and the world tilted. Soon everything went black.
"Legolas!" Elladan yelled. He had seen Legolas get shot by the arrow from afar but could not do anything as he was too busy fighting the orcs around him.
Aragorn heard Elladan's cry and turned around immediately to see his best friend crashing to the ground. An arrow sticking out of his stomach. And blood was everywhere. Legolas was lying on the floor, unconscious. He face was deadly pale. . .
Aragorn's heart nearly stopped seeing his friend so pale. With a sense of urgency, he quickened his pace. Soon, hardly any orcs were left, the rest knew they were out-powered and fled.
Aragorn wanted to gave chase and kill all of them but knew there were more important matters at hand. He quickly ran to where Legolas was. A pool of blood was almost forming. Legolas's eyes were closed. His breathing was harsh, and quick.
"Oh valar." Elrohir and Elladan came towards them. Aragorn sighed and started work.
"Elladan help me hold him down. I need to get the arrow out. Elrohir please get me some hot water. And my pack, I need the painkiller and the bandages. Thanks." He added.
"Hold on Legolas, I need to get the arrow out. . ." he muttered nervously.
"Better hurry up Estel, in case there is poison." Elladan said.
Aragon nodded. He placed his slightly shaking hand firmly on the arrow shaft and pulled it out as gently as he could. Legolas jerked at the pain, Elladan quickly held him down, using the other hand to press the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.
Aragorn took a look at arrow tip and breathed a sigh of relieve. It wasn't poisonous.
"Estel, I can't stop the bleeding!" Elladan said urgently.
"Elrohir! I need the bandages!" Aragorn called out.
For the next half hour they worked on Legolas's stomach wound. Legolas did not stir or wake, his breath was still harsh and quick and his face was still as pale.
"We really need to get him to ada soon. And we better get out of here, the blood spilled will attract wrags and the orcs may be back soon."
The packed up and quickly left, riding hard to return home, the reopened wound on Legolas's shoulder forgotten, and unnoticed by them as blood dripped down the back of the hand. . .
Tbc. . .
Short chapter. Pls REVIEW!!!
Co-written by JaC
Thanks to all reviewers!
Arrows shot through the air. Each had bows in front of them. The twins fired arrows at a rapid speed. Legolas's shooting was slightly hindered by the pain in his arm. He was trying his best to ignore the fact that his arm was screaming in protest to the harsh treatment.
Orcs fell quickly. Soon, the orcs grew too close for and arrows. The bows were abandoned for swords and knives. There was quite a large number of orcs left even though many had been killed. Luckily they were all skilled fighters and could manage. But this time, Legolas had a 'slight' disadvantage, due to his injuries.
The four of them got separated. Each fighting a few orcs at once. Legolas was fighting three orcs. With some difficulty, he killed the first two. The third one was ready for him. When Legolas turned, the orc used his sword (a/n: I am not sure whether orcs use swords. If no then maybe an axe or something) and slashed it straight at Legolas's head. Legolas quickly dodged, but he was not quick enough.
The sword hit his injured shoulder, the wound reopened. Pain flared up his arm like flames, causing Legolas to drop one of his twin knives. Blood gashed out of his wound, staining the bandages and his tunic. With all the strength he could muster amongst the pain, he used his left hand and plunged the knife into the stomach of the orc. The orc fell dead on the floor.
Legolas started to find breathing difficult. He was almost gasping for each breath. He saw Aragorn fighting at a distance, and then something else caught his eye.
It was an orc archer. The next thing Legolas knew was that an arrow had hit him in the stomach. His vision went fuzzy and the world tilted. Soon everything went black.
"Legolas!" Elladan yelled. He had seen Legolas get shot by the arrow from afar but could not do anything as he was too busy fighting the orcs around him.
Aragorn heard Elladan's cry and turned around immediately to see his best friend crashing to the ground. An arrow sticking out of his stomach. And blood was everywhere. Legolas was lying on the floor, unconscious. He face was deadly pale. . .
Aragorn's heart nearly stopped seeing his friend so pale. With a sense of urgency, he quickened his pace. Soon, hardly any orcs were left, the rest knew they were out-powered and fled.
Aragorn wanted to gave chase and kill all of them but knew there were more important matters at hand. He quickly ran to where Legolas was. A pool of blood was almost forming. Legolas's eyes were closed. His breathing was harsh, and quick.
"Oh valar." Elrohir and Elladan came towards them. Aragorn sighed and started work.
"Elladan help me hold him down. I need to get the arrow out. Elrohir please get me some hot water. And my pack, I need the painkiller and the bandages. Thanks." He added.
"Hold on Legolas, I need to get the arrow out. . ." he muttered nervously.
"Better hurry up Estel, in case there is poison." Elladan said.
Aragon nodded. He placed his slightly shaking hand firmly on the arrow shaft and pulled it out as gently as he could. Legolas jerked at the pain, Elladan quickly held him down, using the other hand to press the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.
Aragorn took a look at arrow tip and breathed a sigh of relieve. It wasn't poisonous.
"Estel, I can't stop the bleeding!" Elladan said urgently.
"Elrohir! I need the bandages!" Aragorn called out.
For the next half hour they worked on Legolas's stomach wound. Legolas did not stir or wake, his breath was still harsh and quick and his face was still as pale.
"We really need to get him to ada soon. And we better get out of here, the blood spilled will attract wrags and the orcs may be back soon."
The packed up and quickly left, riding hard to return home, the reopened wound on Legolas's shoulder forgotten, and unnoticed by them as blood dripped down the back of the hand. . .
Tbc. . .
Short chapter. Pls REVIEW!!!
