Chapter 7
"We're under attack!"
On instinct at hearing these words, Legolas tried to throw himself flat on the ground. Unfortunately, he forgot for a moment that he was not on the ground, but instead standing on the branch of a burning oak tree.
Losing his balance, he flipped over the branch, plunging head-long towards the ground. As he descended, Legolas grabbed at a branch, desperate to stop his fall. He grimaced as his body lost momentum, swinging from the tree, his hands rubbed raw. But it had done the trick; he was now hanging from a branch.
Legolas swung himself up onto a nearby branch and crouched on it. It was a slender one, barely holding his weight, but he didn't notice that at the moment. As he looked up at the branch he had fallen from, he could see something black embedded in the skin to tree, where he had been just moments earlier. It was an unmistakable orc arrow.
Below him the battle against the blaze had been forgotten as the soldiers dodged arrows and fought the orcs who had charged forward. Legolas could see Brethilorn and Thalion on the ground almost directly beneath him, their white blades flashing alongside the other soldiers'. The prince looked about for his own knife, which had been dropped during his brief downward fall. Legolas was slightly surprised to find it embedded in the branch below the one he was crouching on. He reached down an arm towards the knife.
Just then, there came a sharp "crack" from his branch. He barely had time to realize that another black arrow had just hit its mark when the branch completely broke, carrying him down with it through the boughs. He grabbed wildly for anything that could save him from his fall. Legolas's hand landed on the hilt of his knife. The knife came loose and joined him as he fell
The young prince crashed through the tree's boughs, and through the flames that danced along the tree. He writhed and screamed as the fire bit and burned his left arm. After what had seemed an eternity, he hit the ground. Hard. As soon as he had landed, he rolled across the floor, trying to put out the flame on his arm.
He rolled to a stop on his chest as the fire died out. He breathed out in relief, and slowly moved to get to his feet.
Just as he painfully pushed himself up, he was slammed forcefully into the ground. Legolas could feel the unmistakable pressure of a foot pushing him into the ground
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