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The elves had gone for three weeks with no sign of a battle. However they never left their camp. They
were in a woods the trees seemed to form a quarry around them. No one ever passed the borders the
trees seemed to make. Legolas never had to order this. His elven army was as battle fatigued as he.
And no one wished to change the peacefulness that seemed to be upon them.
Legolas walked out of his tent. Most of the elves had already woken and done so. The majority of
them were sitting and talking to others, some dozing off under the shade of the trees. The rest were
doing something they hadn't intended the peacefulness to bring. They were dwelling.
Their wives, children, mothers, and sisters had made it to the ships to the Undying Lands. The ships
had never returned for the rest of them. This led them to wonder of the fate of their loved ones. The
future was also a question on their minds. What was to become of them?
"Legolas," Legolas's thoughts were interrupted when five elves came over to him. Pearin a rather small
elf with messy light brown hair started to speak, "The water supply is slim, the five of us wish to have
your permission to go in search of a stream or river." Pearin and the others stayed quiet while Legolas
thought about their request.
They needed water but none of them knew what lied beyond the borders of their camp. "Stay together
and be quick," were his orders. The group nodded in response and made their way into the woods.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
It was not long after that they returned, their arrows were drawn. The tips of the five arrows were
pointed at the two men that the elves encircled. The others elves rushed to bind the two prisoners.
"We found them near a stream," Pearin explained, "They have yet to speak. What side they fight for is
still a question."
"Bring them to the tent," Legolas nodded in the direction of one of the tents. After Pearin had
explained had happened and the men were bound in the tent, Legolas went to meet his prisoners.
He walked in, the heavy cloth dulled the light of the sun casting long shadows upon the ground. Both
men looked at him. "Are you Rahzie or Slycan?" His voice voice was low and calm. But even with
the dull light casting shadows over his face both men could see the anger in his eyes.
Legolas stood there hand on his bow daring them not to answer. He eyed the two men. Both seemed
to have the same build, small but sturdy and strong. However their facial features were quite different.
One had a handsome, solemn face. He was sure of himself and looked Legolas in the eye, his black as
night hair falling in his face.
The other had light brown hair that was cemented with dirt which made it appear darker. His head was
turned toward Legolas but he looked down at the ground. Legolas put the tip of his bow under the
man's chin lifting his face to look him in the eye.
"Have you not the courage to face your enemy?"
"I do not wish to be your enemy," his voice was confident not, shaky or mumbled. It was a sign that he
was telling the truth but Legolas was unconvinced. "No Rahzie or Slycans are friends here."
"We are neither," the other man said his tone was angry and louder than his companion's. "You are
men so you are either Rahzie or Slycan!" Legolas raised his voice in frustration.
The light haired man spoke again, "We fight with other elves against them." Legolas's attention was
caught. Disbelief and denial on his face. "There are no other elves left! The allegiance between men
and elves has long been broken!"
"We do not lie! You shall see with your own eyes when they come to free us! Our leader will not
leave us behind!" Legolas to the dark haired man that had made the claim. His voice was low as he
spoke, "A man will not his army especially himself to save only two of his kind."
"You have much to learn Master Elf." At that Legolas turned and walked out of the tent leaving the
men to believe what they would.
"Is their information useful?" Legolas turned to Kyloran his closest friend among the elves. Kyloran
was also from the Woodland Realm and his build and straight blond hair closely resembled that of
Legolas. "I have no trust in their words," he replied.
Kyloran had believed his friend would say that. "Are you sure of this?"
"And you are not?" Legolas trusted his friend but ever since they were young Kyloran was all too
trusting. Putting his trust in virtually anyone who would take it. "Tell me what they said," he requested.
Legolas reluctantly complied still not believing what either of the men had claimed.
When he had finished telling his friend what had happened Kyloran's face was full of hope. "Are you
not going to find out if they speak the truth.?"
"How could it be truth?"
"But if this army does exist."
"How would we go about finding it? How would we know they would be on our side?" Kyloran
opened his mouth to protest his friend's thoughts. Legolas did not let him do so. "Sleep Kyloran you
will need your rest."
It was hardly nightfall but an abundant number of elves had already turned in for the night. Kyloran
gave in, walking quietly to his tent. He trusted his friend's judgement but he didn't believe this was the
kind of information one should simply dismiss.
* * * * * * *
Legolas awoke with a start. There were noises outside. He could hear the dry leaves being crushed
under the pressure of walking footsteps. His instincts led him to immediately grab his bow and quiver.
His thoughts wanted to believe that it was just one of the elves.
He looked around streams of sunlight floated into his tent showing early traces of morning. Quietly he
moved to the front to the front of his tent trying to peer out without being noticed. Suddenly he heard a
voice then the unmistakable clang of swords.
They were being attacked. His grip tightened around the arrow and he pulled it back ready to shoot as
he ran out of the tent. Once again the elves were at battle with men. He let go of his arrow striking a
man in the chest. Instincts led his arm over his head to grab another. But his fingers didn't make it to an
arrow. A man slammed into him from his side. His bow was knocked out his hands only his elven
swiftness kept him falling.
Legolas turned on the man. The man felt a strong hand wrap around his neck as his back was slammed
against a tree. But somthing was revealed then that Legolas did not expect. Shock flooded his face.
"You are no man," his hand dropped from the attackers neck and he fell to the ground chocking.
Legolas turned to see the battle that behind him. He started to yell in elvish for the fighting to stop. No
one acknowledged the yelling. "THEY ARE ELVES!!" He yelled as loud as he could. He saw the
fighters to rapidly cease their attacks.
The elves he led studied their attackers to find they were fighting their own kind. "Legolas they have
freed the prisoners! And this is no elf!" Kyloran spat the words as poison on his tongue. He pointed an
arrow at the man he intended it for.
Legolas looked in Kylorans direction to find he was right. Kyloran was fighting a man. "How can that
be?" Legolas bent down and lifted the elf he had chocked to his feet, as he did so he picked up his
bow that was lying on the ground next to him. "This is an elf," his statement was plain but his voice was
confused.
"It is as I have claimed Master Elf," the dark haired man that had been Legolas's prisoner stated, "An
allegiance still exists for those who wish to honor it." Legolas's blue elven eyes scanned the group. It
was indeed an army of men and elves.
"Who is your leader?" he looked around for anyone that for anyone that would give him an answer.
"Who is your leader?!" he repeated his voice loud and demanding. His eyes fell upon a cloaked figure
walking toward him.
The hood of the navy blue cloak was drawn hiding the face of the person under it. The figure stood in
front of him he immediately noticed the small stature. Most of the men out here were taller. Everyone
was silent as the person's hands went up to remove the hood of the cloak. Revealing long black hair
full of loose curls. Full pink lips on smooth, porcelain skin. But Legolas was caught in the big aqua
eyes. The pools of blue were filled with a strength and determination he wished he could posses.
"I am."
The elves had gone for three weeks with no sign of a battle. However they never left their camp. They
were in a woods the trees seemed to form a quarry around them. No one ever passed the borders the
trees seemed to make. Legolas never had to order this. His elven army was as battle fatigued as he.
And no one wished to change the peacefulness that seemed to be upon them.
Legolas walked out of his tent. Most of the elves had already woken and done so. The majority of
them were sitting and talking to others, some dozing off under the shade of the trees. The rest were
doing something they hadn't intended the peacefulness to bring. They were dwelling.
Their wives, children, mothers, and sisters had made it to the ships to the Undying Lands. The ships
had never returned for the rest of them. This led them to wonder of the fate of their loved ones. The
future was also a question on their minds. What was to become of them?
"Legolas," Legolas's thoughts were interrupted when five elves came over to him. Pearin a rather small
elf with messy light brown hair started to speak, "The water supply is slim, the five of us wish to have
your permission to go in search of a stream or river." Pearin and the others stayed quiet while Legolas
thought about their request.
They needed water but none of them knew what lied beyond the borders of their camp. "Stay together
and be quick," were his orders. The group nodded in response and made their way into the woods.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
It was not long after that they returned, their arrows were drawn. The tips of the five arrows were
pointed at the two men that the elves encircled. The others elves rushed to bind the two prisoners.
"We found them near a stream," Pearin explained, "They have yet to speak. What side they fight for is
still a question."
"Bring them to the tent," Legolas nodded in the direction of one of the tents. After Pearin had
explained had happened and the men were bound in the tent, Legolas went to meet his prisoners.
He walked in, the heavy cloth dulled the light of the sun casting long shadows upon the ground. Both
men looked at him. "Are you Rahzie or Slycan?" His voice voice was low and calm. But even with
the dull light casting shadows over his face both men could see the anger in his eyes.
Legolas stood there hand on his bow daring them not to answer. He eyed the two men. Both seemed
to have the same build, small but sturdy and strong. However their facial features were quite different.
One had a handsome, solemn face. He was sure of himself and looked Legolas in the eye, his black as
night hair falling in his face.
The other had light brown hair that was cemented with dirt which made it appear darker. His head was
turned toward Legolas but he looked down at the ground. Legolas put the tip of his bow under the
man's chin lifting his face to look him in the eye.
"Have you not the courage to face your enemy?"
"I do not wish to be your enemy," his voice was confident not, shaky or mumbled. It was a sign that he
was telling the truth but Legolas was unconvinced. "No Rahzie or Slycans are friends here."
"We are neither," the other man said his tone was angry and louder than his companion's. "You are
men so you are either Rahzie or Slycan!" Legolas raised his voice in frustration.
The light haired man spoke again, "We fight with other elves against them." Legolas's attention was
caught. Disbelief and denial on his face. "There are no other elves left! The allegiance between men
and elves has long been broken!"
"We do not lie! You shall see with your own eyes when they come to free us! Our leader will not
leave us behind!" Legolas to the dark haired man that had made the claim. His voice was low as he
spoke, "A man will not his army especially himself to save only two of his kind."
"You have much to learn Master Elf." At that Legolas turned and walked out of the tent leaving the
men to believe what they would.
"Is their information useful?" Legolas turned to Kyloran his closest friend among the elves. Kyloran
was also from the Woodland Realm and his build and straight blond hair closely resembled that of
Legolas. "I have no trust in their words," he replied.
Kyloran had believed his friend would say that. "Are you sure of this?"
"And you are not?" Legolas trusted his friend but ever since they were young Kyloran was all too
trusting. Putting his trust in virtually anyone who would take it. "Tell me what they said," he requested.
Legolas reluctantly complied still not believing what either of the men had claimed.
When he had finished telling his friend what had happened Kyloran's face was full of hope. "Are you
not going to find out if they speak the truth.?"
"How could it be truth?"
"But if this army does exist."
"How would we go about finding it? How would we know they would be on our side?" Kyloran
opened his mouth to protest his friend's thoughts. Legolas did not let him do so. "Sleep Kyloran you
will need your rest."
It was hardly nightfall but an abundant number of elves had already turned in for the night. Kyloran
gave in, walking quietly to his tent. He trusted his friend's judgement but he didn't believe this was the
kind of information one should simply dismiss.
* * * * * * *
Legolas awoke with a start. There were noises outside. He could hear the dry leaves being crushed
under the pressure of walking footsteps. His instincts led him to immediately grab his bow and quiver.
His thoughts wanted to believe that it was just one of the elves.
He looked around streams of sunlight floated into his tent showing early traces of morning. Quietly he
moved to the front to the front of his tent trying to peer out without being noticed. Suddenly he heard a
voice then the unmistakable clang of swords.
They were being attacked. His grip tightened around the arrow and he pulled it back ready to shoot as
he ran out of the tent. Once again the elves were at battle with men. He let go of his arrow striking a
man in the chest. Instincts led his arm over his head to grab another. But his fingers didn't make it to an
arrow. A man slammed into him from his side. His bow was knocked out his hands only his elven
swiftness kept him falling.
Legolas turned on the man. The man felt a strong hand wrap around his neck as his back was slammed
against a tree. But somthing was revealed then that Legolas did not expect. Shock flooded his face.
"You are no man," his hand dropped from the attackers neck and he fell to the ground chocking.
Legolas turned to see the battle that behind him. He started to yell in elvish for the fighting to stop. No
one acknowledged the yelling. "THEY ARE ELVES!!" He yelled as loud as he could. He saw the
fighters to rapidly cease their attacks.
The elves he led studied their attackers to find they were fighting their own kind. "Legolas they have
freed the prisoners! And this is no elf!" Kyloran spat the words as poison on his tongue. He pointed an
arrow at the man he intended it for.
Legolas looked in Kylorans direction to find he was right. Kyloran was fighting a man. "How can that
be?" Legolas bent down and lifted the elf he had chocked to his feet, as he did so he picked up his
bow that was lying on the ground next to him. "This is an elf," his statement was plain but his voice was
confused.
"It is as I have claimed Master Elf," the dark haired man that had been Legolas's prisoner stated, "An
allegiance still exists for those who wish to honor it." Legolas's blue elven eyes scanned the group. It
was indeed an army of men and elves.
"Who is your leader?" he looked around for anyone that for anyone that would give him an answer.
"Who is your leader?!" he repeated his voice loud and demanding. His eyes fell upon a cloaked figure
walking toward him.
The hood of the navy blue cloak was drawn hiding the face of the person under it. The figure stood in
front of him he immediately noticed the small stature. Most of the men out here were taller. Everyone
was silent as the person's hands went up to remove the hood of the cloak. Revealing long black hair
full of loose curls. Full pink lips on smooth, porcelain skin. But Legolas was caught in the big aqua
eyes. The pools of blue were filled with a strength and determination he wished he could posses.
"I am."