When they reached the area they thought the noise was coming from,
They saw in a clearing a scene that shocked them beyond belief. Four scores
of orcs appeared to be doing something near a rough wooden wall, whilst
three scores sat near four large hill trolls. The most shocking thing was
what the four score of orcs were doing. A score of elves and she-elves were
chained to the wall by iron shackles fastened to the wall by short chains.
An orc, no doubt the leader, picked up a sword and looked at the captives.
He smiled cruelly and stuck the first one in the arm. The elves immortal
blood started seeping out. In a few minutes, he had stabbed him to death.
"What's the plan, laddie?" Gimli said. After some thought, Legolas whispered his plan to Gimli and then slid behind a tree. As he watched his friend disappear into the woodlands, Gimli drew his arrows out and laid them on the ground. "53 arrows, not enough, but it'll do in a pinch," he said to himself silently.
Legolas used every bit of his elven power to sneak up to the orc camp, only to find that they were Uruk-Hai. He was burning with desire to kill the orc- Captain. "The murderer," he thought. "No honor, no sense, no skill most likely, and soon he'll have no life". He was preparing his trap when the orc-captain started talking.
"I, Ugarku, will this day kill you all. You have trespassed on my land, and killed my servants. This day you will all die!" He was now roaring, yelling, and working himself up, (quite like an orc) when the rustling occurred. "Ho now, boys, did yer hear that? Bet it's that she-elf we're a lookin fer. Spread out and find her!" He yelled.
Suddenly Legolas heard a noise some distance behind him. Pretending not to notice, he used his daggers as mirrors to watch his back. "Stupid orc," he thought as he saw what it was. "It's smaller than the rest, so this should be easy". The moment the orcs hand grabbed his shoulder, he grabbed its arm, twisted it, stuffed his mouth with leaves so he could not make noise, and placed a dagger on the orcs throat. "Ambushing orc party, I should think." He said to the surprised yet sneering orc. As the vengeful elf's face locked eyes with the terrified orc, it froze, soundless. "Fine day to die, orc." He said as he delivered a graceful slash across the orcs throat with his dagger. Much too quickly for the vengeful Legolas, the orc was dead.
Examining the orc, he was puzzled to find the orc was garbed with thin wood- like armor, a small bow and a dagger. Usually Uruks are armed with heavy plate-like iron armor and a crossbow or Uruk-sword (they resemble a 4 foot long machete). Being a wood-elf, he decided to climb a tree so he could see. It turned out to be a good foresight on the elf's part, for as soon as he reached the topmost boughs, a score and a half orcs hacked through the brush with long lances and immediately started arguing, yelling and waving weapons around in surprise and confusion. "Ho, Ugnak. Look what happened to Slagnon. That elf maid musta killed him." Legolas smiled grimly as he strung his bow and drew one of his 100 arrows. His trap was laid. The battle was about to begin.
As soon as the first orc was visible, it was hit in the neck by an arrow from nowhere it seemed. The orcs shrieked and ran to the dead orc. Four arrows cut down the orcs from different directions. Chaos occurred as the orcs sought cover, only to be found by more arrows zipping from the foliage.
As the orcs started running away in confusion, Legolas shot an arrow to Gimli, who was hiding near by in the brush. As Gimli read the message, he smiled. "To Gimli: 11 orcs on my part, and many more to go. What about you?"
Gimli took the message of the arrow, scribbled one in elvish, and sent the arrow flying back into the tree. Seeing the arrow lodged in the branch below him, Legolas yanked it out and smiled as he read it. "I myself am looking sadly at 8, so ye've got me beat for now." As Gimli heard the orcs and trolls crashing through the woods in his direction, he stealthily climbed a large tree.
"Where are you, yer she-elf scum?" yelled Ugarku, as he waved his weapon around. The hill-trolls started grunting and sniffing as they grabbed the dead Uruks and threw them off towards the orc-camp. Gimli tensed as he shook the branch of a tree while moving from his tree to Legolas's former perch. "What was that, chief?" an orc asked Ugarku.
The large orc sniffed and looked puzzled. "Dwarf-smell, but why is a dwarf with elves?" "Maybe he's their captive and he got away," offered one orc.
"Well, whatever he's doing, he better come out if he knows what's good fer him!" said Ugarku.
Suddenly a voice sounded from behind him. "Well, here's one dwarf who knows what's best for him, and I'm not coming out. In fact, laddie, ye would be dead if my friend hadn't asked me not ta kill ye."
The huge orc swung around and laughed triumphantly (and quite hoarsely). "So that's where ye are, eh? Kill him, boys." The orcs marched off jauntily, thinking to themselves that dwarfs don't shoot bows. This turned out to be a large mistake on their part.
"What's the plan, laddie?" Gimli said. After some thought, Legolas whispered his plan to Gimli and then slid behind a tree. As he watched his friend disappear into the woodlands, Gimli drew his arrows out and laid them on the ground. "53 arrows, not enough, but it'll do in a pinch," he said to himself silently.
Legolas used every bit of his elven power to sneak up to the orc camp, only to find that they were Uruk-Hai. He was burning with desire to kill the orc- Captain. "The murderer," he thought. "No honor, no sense, no skill most likely, and soon he'll have no life". He was preparing his trap when the orc-captain started talking.
"I, Ugarku, will this day kill you all. You have trespassed on my land, and killed my servants. This day you will all die!" He was now roaring, yelling, and working himself up, (quite like an orc) when the rustling occurred. "Ho now, boys, did yer hear that? Bet it's that she-elf we're a lookin fer. Spread out and find her!" He yelled.
Suddenly Legolas heard a noise some distance behind him. Pretending not to notice, he used his daggers as mirrors to watch his back. "Stupid orc," he thought as he saw what it was. "It's smaller than the rest, so this should be easy". The moment the orcs hand grabbed his shoulder, he grabbed its arm, twisted it, stuffed his mouth with leaves so he could not make noise, and placed a dagger on the orcs throat. "Ambushing orc party, I should think." He said to the surprised yet sneering orc. As the vengeful elf's face locked eyes with the terrified orc, it froze, soundless. "Fine day to die, orc." He said as he delivered a graceful slash across the orcs throat with his dagger. Much too quickly for the vengeful Legolas, the orc was dead.
Examining the orc, he was puzzled to find the orc was garbed with thin wood- like armor, a small bow and a dagger. Usually Uruks are armed with heavy plate-like iron armor and a crossbow or Uruk-sword (they resemble a 4 foot long machete). Being a wood-elf, he decided to climb a tree so he could see. It turned out to be a good foresight on the elf's part, for as soon as he reached the topmost boughs, a score and a half orcs hacked through the brush with long lances and immediately started arguing, yelling and waving weapons around in surprise and confusion. "Ho, Ugnak. Look what happened to Slagnon. That elf maid musta killed him." Legolas smiled grimly as he strung his bow and drew one of his 100 arrows. His trap was laid. The battle was about to begin.
As soon as the first orc was visible, it was hit in the neck by an arrow from nowhere it seemed. The orcs shrieked and ran to the dead orc. Four arrows cut down the orcs from different directions. Chaos occurred as the orcs sought cover, only to be found by more arrows zipping from the foliage.
As the orcs started running away in confusion, Legolas shot an arrow to Gimli, who was hiding near by in the brush. As Gimli read the message, he smiled. "To Gimli: 11 orcs on my part, and many more to go. What about you?"
Gimli took the message of the arrow, scribbled one in elvish, and sent the arrow flying back into the tree. Seeing the arrow lodged in the branch below him, Legolas yanked it out and smiled as he read it. "I myself am looking sadly at 8, so ye've got me beat for now." As Gimli heard the orcs and trolls crashing through the woods in his direction, he stealthily climbed a large tree.
"Where are you, yer she-elf scum?" yelled Ugarku, as he waved his weapon around. The hill-trolls started grunting and sniffing as they grabbed the dead Uruks and threw them off towards the orc-camp. Gimli tensed as he shook the branch of a tree while moving from his tree to Legolas's former perch. "What was that, chief?" an orc asked Ugarku.
The large orc sniffed and looked puzzled. "Dwarf-smell, but why is a dwarf with elves?" "Maybe he's their captive and he got away," offered one orc.
"Well, whatever he's doing, he better come out if he knows what's good fer him!" said Ugarku.
Suddenly a voice sounded from behind him. "Well, here's one dwarf who knows what's best for him, and I'm not coming out. In fact, laddie, ye would be dead if my friend hadn't asked me not ta kill ye."
The huge orc swung around and laughed triumphantly (and quite hoarsely). "So that's where ye are, eh? Kill him, boys." The orcs marched off jauntily, thinking to themselves that dwarfs don't shoot bows. This turned out to be a large mistake on their part.
