Chapter Three
After the fellowship ate their breakfast, they set off again, wanting now, more than ever, to leave this dark tunnel, but even though the tunnel was foul, it did not dampen the spirits of the fellowship, especially the hobbits.
Frodo and Sam were talking about Sam's crush, Rosie, Merry and Pippin were talking about more food, Gimli and Boromir were talking about their cities, Aragorn led the way, and Legolas brought up the rear. Everyone had just about gotten over Gandalf's fall now, they had accepted it, and went on with their deadly quest.
Suddenly, Legolas heard a sound behind him, he turned around, and stared into the darkness of the tunnels. Seeing nothing, it actually worried Legolas even more, so, he ran up to Aragorn.
"Aragorn, naed no ednas..." (Something is out there) Aragorn stopped walking and turned to Legolas.
"Man cenich?" (What is it?)
"I sense...yrchs..." (orcs) Aragorn nodded.
"How many?" Legolas closed his eyes and tried to listen for their footsteps, but was interrupted by the hobbits' loud laughter and Gimli's booming voice. Aragorn noticed this, and quickly shushed everyone, then, Legolas could hear...there was almost nothing at first, but then, Legolas heard it. It was the thundering footsteps of many orcs...an army of orcs, then the rumbling noise grew louder with ever second. Legolas snapped his eyes open.
"Legolas, how many?" Aragorn asked again.
"Too many...more than 90 are on their way here...and I hear that there is more behind those too...in total, there are at least 200 orcs!"
"Back ups?!" Aragorn cried out.
"Aye, we must move quickly now, as fast as we can, but we cannot run, they are too close...they will be upon us in at least ten minutes. The hobbits stared at Legolas with wide fearful eyes. Aragorn sighed.
"Come now, we must walk faster." Aragorn commanded and started to walk swiftly. A minute later, the fellowship stopped walking, Aragorn put the torch in one of the cave's slots, and they all put their packs at the side of the cave. But when Frodo started to take off his pack, Aragorn stopped him.
"No doubt, Sauron had spotted us when we entered this cave and sent all these orcs here to kill us. But we will not let the evil one succeed...go, Frodo, run away with the other hobbits, get away from this place as quickly as possible." But Frodo shook his head stubbornly.
"I will not abandon this fellowship, Aragorn, we may be small, not as big and strong as you, but we can help, this is our quest as well! Besides, we will not die here, Aragorn, you wouldn't let us!" Aragorn grinned, then turned serious again.
"Alright, but we still can't let the ring go to Sauron, so if you see that Legolas, Boromir, Gimli, and I are all in trouble, then you must take the other hobbits and run."
"But-"
"Frodo, please." Frodo stared with wide eyes at Aragorn, then finally nodded. Aragorn smiled and went away, unsheathing his sword and getting ready for the battle. Legolas, a few meters in front of the rest of the fellowship, notched his arrow, ready to shoot down the first orc who dares to step out into his view. Gimli had his axe ready, vengeance and rage flashed in his fiery eyes, Boromir stood beside Gimli, adrenaline rushing into his system, his sword held in front of him. And lastly, the hobbits were behind everyone, swords drawn, Frodo's "Sting" was glowing a bright eerie blue as the orcs grew closer.
Suddenly, Legolas loosened his first arrow into the darkness, and it was followed by a loud screech of pain and a thud. Then, there was only silence, until, and arrow flew out of nowhere, it was aimed for Legolas head, but he was saved by his quick reflexes, and the arrow hit the wall behind. Then, there came loud roars of anger from the orcs, and they immediately ran forward towards Legolas. Legolas quickly felled five more orcs with his arrows.
"Get ready, Aragorn, they are coming your way!" Aragorn nodded.
"Legolas! Come back here now!" Aragorn yelled.
"I can't! it's too late! They are upon me! Aragorn! Stay! They will be upon you soon!" Aragorn immediately grew concerned for Legolas, but he knew he was right, and stayed.
The fellowship waited impatiently, then they heard the clanging of swords, and they knew it was time. Soon enough, five orcs ran into the fire's light aura, and into the fellowship's sight, ready to attack.
"Elendil!" Aragorn yelled loudly, and charged at the orcs. Gimli and Boromir followed Aragorn and quickly felled all five orcs. The battle for the lives of the fellowship had started.
Half an hour later, the fellowship was still fighting the orcs, the backups hadn't arrived yet, and the fellowship was winning, only about 30 orcs were left alive.
Legolas rolled away from the orc's blade that crashed down where he had been a second ago. Legolas quickly got back up and cleanly sliced off the orc's head, and continued on his rampage. Most of the orcs were going after Legolas, since he was the only elf, and the hate between elves and orcs ran deep. The other orcs ran up to Legolas, swords drawn, he quickly sidestepped the first orc, ran behind it, and stabbed it in the back. But Legolas didn't take out his blade, instead, he threw the orc that he stabbed at two other orcs who wanted to sneak up behind him, pulled out his blade from the orc's back, and stabbed both orcs in the head.
Aragorn was faring well, he was skilled and had killed many orcs, and after killing another orc, he turned around, and was met by a punch on the chest from a disarmed orc. Aragorn gasped in surprise, then he quickly aimed for the orc's heart with his sword, but this orc was faster, it grabbed Aragorn's sword and tossed it aside. Aragorn, shocked and caught off guard, was tackled down by the orc. As the orc advanced on Aragorn to finish the job, he quickly pulled out a small dagger from his boot, and stabbed it into the orc's neck, killing it instantly. Aragorn sighed, got back up, dodged a few orc swords, ran back to his own sword, and picked it up. Unknown to him, two orcs were behind him, ready to attack.
Suddenly, Legolas jumped out of nowhere, stabbed one orc in the chest, kicked him away, quickly ran to the second orc, and cracked its neck with his bare hands. Aragorn swirled around, and laughed as he saw Legolas and two dead orcs behind him.
"Hannon lle, I almost died!" (Thank you) Legolas chuckled, and looked over him. Seeing Aragorn's cut on his cheek, his dirty hair, sweaty face, and a bruise on his face, Legolas grinned.
"Lle maa quel!" (You look good!) Legolas said sarcastically, and Aragorn laughed, wanting to joke about Legolas. He looked over Legolas, and grew a bit concerned when he saw Legolas' sweaty face, a gash on his head, and a cut on his stomach, which, Aragorn knew, was longer and deeper than it looked.
"As do you!" Legolas chuckled.
"Are you alright? I can see that your shoulder is not bothering you anymore, but how about your stomach?" Legolas looked down and smiled dumbly.
"I do not even feel it! It has been too long to notice now." Then, without notice, Legolas swiftly turned around and killed an oncoming orc, who was trying to take advantage of the friends' time of conversation. Aragorn laughed.
"Easy, Legolas." Legolas grinned widely and ran off into the orc crowd again, helping Frodo and Sam who were having trouble with the four orcs they were faced with.
Gimli hacked his way through the orcs with his axe, he was not harmed in any way, except for the bruise on his rear end when he was knocked down by an orc. Gimli had gotten incredibly angry, and violently embedded his axe into the orc's groin one by one. Boromir had a cut on his arm, but he was doing quite well, his sword was covered with orcs' blood and dirt. But nonetheless, a determined and serious look was on his face.
Merry and Pippin were fighting together, small beads of sweat dripped down their foreheads, a wild glint in their eyes, as they both had killed many, many orcs. When one of them was knocked down, the other would yell in anger and stab that orc in the chest. The both of them had lots of bruises on their faces and bodies, but other than that, they were doing extremely fine. Pippin and Merry were fighting with more fierceness than ever seen before, it was amazing.
A few minutes later, all of the orcs had been killed, leaving the fellowship standing, exhaustion overtaking their drained bodies. They were all fine, with the exception of one, whose wound had taken a turn for the worse during the battle.
"Is everyone alright?" Aragorn asked. There were scattered nods and 'yes's.
"Legolas?" Aragorn asked, concerned for his unresponding friend. Legolas was breathing in gasps, blood seeping through his tunic from his stomach wound, his foot at an odd angle, and his arm hung uselessly beside him. Legolas' blades were dripping with orcs' blood, his eyes were blurry, his clothes were dirty, and his face was covered with dirt and bruises. Aragorn lightly touched Legolas' shoulder, he suddenly jerked up and cried out in pain as his stomach wound was violently moved. Aragorn caught Legolas just before he hit the ground, dropping his blades onto the ground with a 'clang'.
"Legolas!" Aragorn cried out.
"Pippin! Get me my pack!" Pippin, who was closest to the pack, did as he was told. Aragorn quickly took out some cloths against Legolas' wound, he gasped in pain as he felt a burning sensation around his stomach.
"Stop, we must keep on going now! The back up army is still on their way here! We must get out of this tunnel!" Aragorn kept on pressing the wound.
"When will they be here?" Legolas closed his eyes once again to concentrate.
"In a few hours to half a day..."
"Exactly, we can go slowly." Aragorn said.
"No! we cannot! We don't know when this tunnel will end, Aragorn! What if we still have to travel for a few days? We cannot fight anymore, and we definitely cannot run for even one whole day! Not after a battle like that!"
"Legolas, you know..."
"Know what?"
"You know when this tunnel will end! Concentrate even more, mellon nin, concentrate! Listen for the wind, for the trees...for the birds!" Legolas sighed and closed his eyes again, a few moments later, he felt one with the universe, all of his senses reaching their maximum abilities. Then, Legolas opened his eyes and smiled softly. The fellowship took this as a good sign.
"In a few hours...three more hours...and we will be able to get out of this foul place and it take us straight to the borders of Lothlorien, the forest of the Lady Galadriel and the Lord Celeborn." The fellowship smiled widely and sighed in relief.
"So I can tend to your wound now? We will have at least three more hours after we exit this tunnel to reach Lothlorien, and away from the orcs!" Aragorn said. Legolas smiled and nodded. The fellowship collapsed onto the ground in exhaustion, Aragorn finished binding the wound and started to see to Legolas' other wounds, and the other members of the fellowship. After everyone was done, Aragorn thought to himself how he was going to tend to himself. But his question was answered when Legolas slowly walked towards him.
"Come, Aragorn, I will tend to your wounds."
"Oh, my saviour!" Aragorn joked, and Legolas laughed. Legolas took off Aragorn's tunic and winced when he saw a big, purple and red bruise on his chest.
"Does that not hurt?" Legolas asked as he applied some ointment onto the bruise. Aragorn gasped in pain at the pressure.
"No, not at all!" Aragorn said sarcastically. Legolas chuckled. Suddenly, Legolas jerked up, slightly startling Aragorn.
"Legolas? What is it?" Legolas looked fearfully at Aragorn, quickly finished his work, bound it, and gave Aragorn his tunic back to put on.
"It is the orcs, Aragorn, some evil magic has willed them to run faster! We must leave immediately! They will be here in two hours or less!" Legolas cried out. The fellowship instantly got up, took their pack, and started to travel again, only this time, they were walking five times faster then before.
Two hours later, Legolas could literally smell the sweet scent of the trees nearby, knowing they were close, Legolas relaxed a bit. But just then, multiple roars of anger sounded behind them, and Legolas tensed up again. The fellowship was exhausted, and had been slowing down immensely, but now that they actually heard the growls, they immediately started to pick up their pace again. Even though this had helped, it wasn't enough, and the fellowship found themselves running. But even that was not enough, and the orcs were catching up to them really quickly. Unluckily for Legolas, he was at the end, but he did not regret his position, and was glad that it was him, and not anyone else.
'This way is better, at least I'll be able to protect the hobbits and the others before I die.' Legolas thought to himself.
Suddenly, Legolas had an idea, he ran past everyone, and ran up to Aragorn.
"Once you get out of this tunnel, call for help. Call for the help of the Lorien elves, of Haldir...that is, if they are not already out there waiting for us..." Aragorn nodded, and wanted to ask Legolas something, but didn't get a chance, as Legolas had ran back to his previous spot behind everyone. A few more minutes later, arrows started to fly from the orcs. Legolas had been caught unaware, with no time to dodge, the arrow embedded itself into his side. Legolas gasped in pain, reached to his side, and pulled the arrow out, a blinding pain filled Legolas' senses, he took a deep breath, stopped running, swiftly notched an arrow and shot at the oncoming orcs.
Aragorn heard an orc screech in pain, he stopped running, looked back, and was horrified to see Legolas standing there, shooting arrows at the orcs.
"Legolas!" Aragorn cried out.
"What in Valar's name do you think you're doing?! Come on!" Legolas turned, smiled sadly, then turned back to the orcs again.
"Go, Aragorn! Remember what I said! The fellowship needs you! The fellowship needs their leader! I am expendable! Go, Estel! Please!" Legolas yelled back. Tears ran down Aragorn's eyes, he hesitated for a few moments, then, he finally turned around, took a huge breath, wiped away his tears, and started to run again, as did the rest of the fellowship. Facing his doom, Legolas thought to himself.
'Valar, help them, please, help them make it out all right, and give me the strength to do this...to keep these monsters back enough for them to get out of this place!'
A/N: Awwwww!!!!! It's so sad!!!! Legolas is so willing to die for the fellowship! *sigh* he's so noble and dreamy! Lol! Anyways, sorry for the delay, so much work to do, but I'll try my very best to keep on updating!!!! Thanx for ur reviews, and plz be nice and review MORE so I have encouragement to keep on writing!!!! Lol! Okay! Hope you enjoyed my chapter!
Oh yeah, one more thing, I know that none of you would really want Legolas to die, but I've thought about writing two alternatives to the story, one, is where Legolas dies, second, is where Legolas lives! so, plz give me ur opinion about that, cause, I can write both alternatives and submit them both if you guys want me to, but again, it's up to you guys! So decide, and decide well! =D see you later! =D
~Star-Stallion~: yea! Wow! That'd be GREAT! Could you plz give me the website that you have where I can get Elvish, Dwarvish, Men, and Orcish names, PLUS the name of my sword/bow? Heehee, that'd be soooo great! Thanx! =D
After the fellowship ate their breakfast, they set off again, wanting now, more than ever, to leave this dark tunnel, but even though the tunnel was foul, it did not dampen the spirits of the fellowship, especially the hobbits.
Frodo and Sam were talking about Sam's crush, Rosie, Merry and Pippin were talking about more food, Gimli and Boromir were talking about their cities, Aragorn led the way, and Legolas brought up the rear. Everyone had just about gotten over Gandalf's fall now, they had accepted it, and went on with their deadly quest.
Suddenly, Legolas heard a sound behind him, he turned around, and stared into the darkness of the tunnels. Seeing nothing, it actually worried Legolas even more, so, he ran up to Aragorn.
"Aragorn, naed no ednas..." (Something is out there) Aragorn stopped walking and turned to Legolas.
"Man cenich?" (What is it?)
"I sense...yrchs..." (orcs) Aragorn nodded.
"How many?" Legolas closed his eyes and tried to listen for their footsteps, but was interrupted by the hobbits' loud laughter and Gimli's booming voice. Aragorn noticed this, and quickly shushed everyone, then, Legolas could hear...there was almost nothing at first, but then, Legolas heard it. It was the thundering footsteps of many orcs...an army of orcs, then the rumbling noise grew louder with ever second. Legolas snapped his eyes open.
"Legolas, how many?" Aragorn asked again.
"Too many...more than 90 are on their way here...and I hear that there is more behind those too...in total, there are at least 200 orcs!"
"Back ups?!" Aragorn cried out.
"Aye, we must move quickly now, as fast as we can, but we cannot run, they are too close...they will be upon us in at least ten minutes. The hobbits stared at Legolas with wide fearful eyes. Aragorn sighed.
"Come now, we must walk faster." Aragorn commanded and started to walk swiftly. A minute later, the fellowship stopped walking, Aragorn put the torch in one of the cave's slots, and they all put their packs at the side of the cave. But when Frodo started to take off his pack, Aragorn stopped him.
"No doubt, Sauron had spotted us when we entered this cave and sent all these orcs here to kill us. But we will not let the evil one succeed...go, Frodo, run away with the other hobbits, get away from this place as quickly as possible." But Frodo shook his head stubbornly.
"I will not abandon this fellowship, Aragorn, we may be small, not as big and strong as you, but we can help, this is our quest as well! Besides, we will not die here, Aragorn, you wouldn't let us!" Aragorn grinned, then turned serious again.
"Alright, but we still can't let the ring go to Sauron, so if you see that Legolas, Boromir, Gimli, and I are all in trouble, then you must take the other hobbits and run."
"But-"
"Frodo, please." Frodo stared with wide eyes at Aragorn, then finally nodded. Aragorn smiled and went away, unsheathing his sword and getting ready for the battle. Legolas, a few meters in front of the rest of the fellowship, notched his arrow, ready to shoot down the first orc who dares to step out into his view. Gimli had his axe ready, vengeance and rage flashed in his fiery eyes, Boromir stood beside Gimli, adrenaline rushing into his system, his sword held in front of him. And lastly, the hobbits were behind everyone, swords drawn, Frodo's "Sting" was glowing a bright eerie blue as the orcs grew closer.
Suddenly, Legolas loosened his first arrow into the darkness, and it was followed by a loud screech of pain and a thud. Then, there was only silence, until, and arrow flew out of nowhere, it was aimed for Legolas head, but he was saved by his quick reflexes, and the arrow hit the wall behind. Then, there came loud roars of anger from the orcs, and they immediately ran forward towards Legolas. Legolas quickly felled five more orcs with his arrows.
"Get ready, Aragorn, they are coming your way!" Aragorn nodded.
"Legolas! Come back here now!" Aragorn yelled.
"I can't! it's too late! They are upon me! Aragorn! Stay! They will be upon you soon!" Aragorn immediately grew concerned for Legolas, but he knew he was right, and stayed.
The fellowship waited impatiently, then they heard the clanging of swords, and they knew it was time. Soon enough, five orcs ran into the fire's light aura, and into the fellowship's sight, ready to attack.
"Elendil!" Aragorn yelled loudly, and charged at the orcs. Gimli and Boromir followed Aragorn and quickly felled all five orcs. The battle for the lives of the fellowship had started.
Half an hour later, the fellowship was still fighting the orcs, the backups hadn't arrived yet, and the fellowship was winning, only about 30 orcs were left alive.
Legolas rolled away from the orc's blade that crashed down where he had been a second ago. Legolas quickly got back up and cleanly sliced off the orc's head, and continued on his rampage. Most of the orcs were going after Legolas, since he was the only elf, and the hate between elves and orcs ran deep. The other orcs ran up to Legolas, swords drawn, he quickly sidestepped the first orc, ran behind it, and stabbed it in the back. But Legolas didn't take out his blade, instead, he threw the orc that he stabbed at two other orcs who wanted to sneak up behind him, pulled out his blade from the orc's back, and stabbed both orcs in the head.
Aragorn was faring well, he was skilled and had killed many orcs, and after killing another orc, he turned around, and was met by a punch on the chest from a disarmed orc. Aragorn gasped in surprise, then he quickly aimed for the orc's heart with his sword, but this orc was faster, it grabbed Aragorn's sword and tossed it aside. Aragorn, shocked and caught off guard, was tackled down by the orc. As the orc advanced on Aragorn to finish the job, he quickly pulled out a small dagger from his boot, and stabbed it into the orc's neck, killing it instantly. Aragorn sighed, got back up, dodged a few orc swords, ran back to his own sword, and picked it up. Unknown to him, two orcs were behind him, ready to attack.
Suddenly, Legolas jumped out of nowhere, stabbed one orc in the chest, kicked him away, quickly ran to the second orc, and cracked its neck with his bare hands. Aragorn swirled around, and laughed as he saw Legolas and two dead orcs behind him.
"Hannon lle, I almost died!" (Thank you) Legolas chuckled, and looked over him. Seeing Aragorn's cut on his cheek, his dirty hair, sweaty face, and a bruise on his face, Legolas grinned.
"Lle maa quel!" (You look good!) Legolas said sarcastically, and Aragorn laughed, wanting to joke about Legolas. He looked over Legolas, and grew a bit concerned when he saw Legolas' sweaty face, a gash on his head, and a cut on his stomach, which, Aragorn knew, was longer and deeper than it looked.
"As do you!" Legolas chuckled.
"Are you alright? I can see that your shoulder is not bothering you anymore, but how about your stomach?" Legolas looked down and smiled dumbly.
"I do not even feel it! It has been too long to notice now." Then, without notice, Legolas swiftly turned around and killed an oncoming orc, who was trying to take advantage of the friends' time of conversation. Aragorn laughed.
"Easy, Legolas." Legolas grinned widely and ran off into the orc crowd again, helping Frodo and Sam who were having trouble with the four orcs they were faced with.
Gimli hacked his way through the orcs with his axe, he was not harmed in any way, except for the bruise on his rear end when he was knocked down by an orc. Gimli had gotten incredibly angry, and violently embedded his axe into the orc's groin one by one. Boromir had a cut on his arm, but he was doing quite well, his sword was covered with orcs' blood and dirt. But nonetheless, a determined and serious look was on his face.
Merry and Pippin were fighting together, small beads of sweat dripped down their foreheads, a wild glint in their eyes, as they both had killed many, many orcs. When one of them was knocked down, the other would yell in anger and stab that orc in the chest. The both of them had lots of bruises on their faces and bodies, but other than that, they were doing extremely fine. Pippin and Merry were fighting with more fierceness than ever seen before, it was amazing.
A few minutes later, all of the orcs had been killed, leaving the fellowship standing, exhaustion overtaking their drained bodies. They were all fine, with the exception of one, whose wound had taken a turn for the worse during the battle.
"Is everyone alright?" Aragorn asked. There were scattered nods and 'yes's.
"Legolas?" Aragorn asked, concerned for his unresponding friend. Legolas was breathing in gasps, blood seeping through his tunic from his stomach wound, his foot at an odd angle, and his arm hung uselessly beside him. Legolas' blades were dripping with orcs' blood, his eyes were blurry, his clothes were dirty, and his face was covered with dirt and bruises. Aragorn lightly touched Legolas' shoulder, he suddenly jerked up and cried out in pain as his stomach wound was violently moved. Aragorn caught Legolas just before he hit the ground, dropping his blades onto the ground with a 'clang'.
"Legolas!" Aragorn cried out.
"Pippin! Get me my pack!" Pippin, who was closest to the pack, did as he was told. Aragorn quickly took out some cloths against Legolas' wound, he gasped in pain as he felt a burning sensation around his stomach.
"Stop, we must keep on going now! The back up army is still on their way here! We must get out of this tunnel!" Aragorn kept on pressing the wound.
"When will they be here?" Legolas closed his eyes once again to concentrate.
"In a few hours to half a day..."
"Exactly, we can go slowly." Aragorn said.
"No! we cannot! We don't know when this tunnel will end, Aragorn! What if we still have to travel for a few days? We cannot fight anymore, and we definitely cannot run for even one whole day! Not after a battle like that!"
"Legolas, you know..."
"Know what?"
"You know when this tunnel will end! Concentrate even more, mellon nin, concentrate! Listen for the wind, for the trees...for the birds!" Legolas sighed and closed his eyes again, a few moments later, he felt one with the universe, all of his senses reaching their maximum abilities. Then, Legolas opened his eyes and smiled softly. The fellowship took this as a good sign.
"In a few hours...three more hours...and we will be able to get out of this foul place and it take us straight to the borders of Lothlorien, the forest of the Lady Galadriel and the Lord Celeborn." The fellowship smiled widely and sighed in relief.
"So I can tend to your wound now? We will have at least three more hours after we exit this tunnel to reach Lothlorien, and away from the orcs!" Aragorn said. Legolas smiled and nodded. The fellowship collapsed onto the ground in exhaustion, Aragorn finished binding the wound and started to see to Legolas' other wounds, and the other members of the fellowship. After everyone was done, Aragorn thought to himself how he was going to tend to himself. But his question was answered when Legolas slowly walked towards him.
"Come, Aragorn, I will tend to your wounds."
"Oh, my saviour!" Aragorn joked, and Legolas laughed. Legolas took off Aragorn's tunic and winced when he saw a big, purple and red bruise on his chest.
"Does that not hurt?" Legolas asked as he applied some ointment onto the bruise. Aragorn gasped in pain at the pressure.
"No, not at all!" Aragorn said sarcastically. Legolas chuckled. Suddenly, Legolas jerked up, slightly startling Aragorn.
"Legolas? What is it?" Legolas looked fearfully at Aragorn, quickly finished his work, bound it, and gave Aragorn his tunic back to put on.
"It is the orcs, Aragorn, some evil magic has willed them to run faster! We must leave immediately! They will be here in two hours or less!" Legolas cried out. The fellowship instantly got up, took their pack, and started to travel again, only this time, they were walking five times faster then before.
Two hours later, Legolas could literally smell the sweet scent of the trees nearby, knowing they were close, Legolas relaxed a bit. But just then, multiple roars of anger sounded behind them, and Legolas tensed up again. The fellowship was exhausted, and had been slowing down immensely, but now that they actually heard the growls, they immediately started to pick up their pace again. Even though this had helped, it wasn't enough, and the fellowship found themselves running. But even that was not enough, and the orcs were catching up to them really quickly. Unluckily for Legolas, he was at the end, but he did not regret his position, and was glad that it was him, and not anyone else.
'This way is better, at least I'll be able to protect the hobbits and the others before I die.' Legolas thought to himself.
Suddenly, Legolas had an idea, he ran past everyone, and ran up to Aragorn.
"Once you get out of this tunnel, call for help. Call for the help of the Lorien elves, of Haldir...that is, if they are not already out there waiting for us..." Aragorn nodded, and wanted to ask Legolas something, but didn't get a chance, as Legolas had ran back to his previous spot behind everyone. A few more minutes later, arrows started to fly from the orcs. Legolas had been caught unaware, with no time to dodge, the arrow embedded itself into his side. Legolas gasped in pain, reached to his side, and pulled the arrow out, a blinding pain filled Legolas' senses, he took a deep breath, stopped running, swiftly notched an arrow and shot at the oncoming orcs.
Aragorn heard an orc screech in pain, he stopped running, looked back, and was horrified to see Legolas standing there, shooting arrows at the orcs.
"Legolas!" Aragorn cried out.
"What in Valar's name do you think you're doing?! Come on!" Legolas turned, smiled sadly, then turned back to the orcs again.
"Go, Aragorn! Remember what I said! The fellowship needs you! The fellowship needs their leader! I am expendable! Go, Estel! Please!" Legolas yelled back. Tears ran down Aragorn's eyes, he hesitated for a few moments, then, he finally turned around, took a huge breath, wiped away his tears, and started to run again, as did the rest of the fellowship. Facing his doom, Legolas thought to himself.
'Valar, help them, please, help them make it out all right, and give me the strength to do this...to keep these monsters back enough for them to get out of this place!'
A/N: Awwwww!!!!! It's so sad!!!! Legolas is so willing to die for the fellowship! *sigh* he's so noble and dreamy! Lol! Anyways, sorry for the delay, so much work to do, but I'll try my very best to keep on updating!!!! Thanx for ur reviews, and plz be nice and review MORE so I have encouragement to keep on writing!!!! Lol! Okay! Hope you enjoyed my chapter!
Oh yeah, one more thing, I know that none of you would really want Legolas to die, but I've thought about writing two alternatives to the story, one, is where Legolas dies, second, is where Legolas lives! so, plz give me ur opinion about that, cause, I can write both alternatives and submit them both if you guys want me to, but again, it's up to you guys! So decide, and decide well! =D see you later! =D
~Star-Stallion~: yea! Wow! That'd be GREAT! Could you plz give me the website that you have where I can get Elvish, Dwarvish, Men, and Orcish names, PLUS the name of my sword/bow? Heehee, that'd be soooo great! Thanx! =D