Disclaimer: The honorable Mr. Tolkien owns all the characters except
Eldárwen Helyanwë who is of my own creation.
A/N: This is post-War of the Ring, but fellowship characters are included in this fanfic, deceased are not magically brought back to life.
The Meeting
A twig snapped. Legolas jerked his head towards the lingering sound. "Nothing." he muttered. He shook his head. Darkness had swallowed up whatever light had remained. Night had fallen, and Legolas was alone. A foul stench wafted into his campsite. Legolas hissed, "Orcs." He drew out his legendary bow and arrow and fired shot after shot at the charging orcs. Blood dripped down onto the ground in scarlet waves as Legolas killed and orcs wounded. Legolas's breaths came in deep pants and he whirled his elven knives in wide arcs in effort to keep the raging orcs at bay. He was tiring; sweat ran like rivers down Legolas's face. Orcs kept coming, a massive army of them, too many for him to fight off. A twang of a bow, an arrow sang through the air, piercing the throat of an orc dangerously close the elf. More arrows flew out toward the wretched orcs, a hooded warrior dashed out of the forest and engaged in a ferocious battle. Legolas stumbled, dizziness had overcome his balance, and he surrendered to the darkness.
He woke to a shaking of the mysterious fighter. His hood covered the entire head and shadowed the face from view.
"Who are you?" Legolas mumbled faintly.
"No one, until you reveal your identity," the elf replied.
Legolas sat up, and said, "I am Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, and I demand to know who you are!"
The warrior whipped out a blade and held it to Legolas's neck. "Be patient, princeling. Not all of us are your little servants."
Legolas replied calmly, "You gave your word that if you know my name, I can know yours. Besides, I asked first anyways."
The stranger lowered the blade. "I am a messenger for the Lady Galadriel, I am an elf. That is all you need to know." He turned abruptly and strode off the woods.
A/N: This is post-War of the Ring, but fellowship characters are included in this fanfic, deceased are not magically brought back to life.
The Meeting
A twig snapped. Legolas jerked his head towards the lingering sound. "Nothing." he muttered. He shook his head. Darkness had swallowed up whatever light had remained. Night had fallen, and Legolas was alone. A foul stench wafted into his campsite. Legolas hissed, "Orcs." He drew out his legendary bow and arrow and fired shot after shot at the charging orcs. Blood dripped down onto the ground in scarlet waves as Legolas killed and orcs wounded. Legolas's breaths came in deep pants and he whirled his elven knives in wide arcs in effort to keep the raging orcs at bay. He was tiring; sweat ran like rivers down Legolas's face. Orcs kept coming, a massive army of them, too many for him to fight off. A twang of a bow, an arrow sang through the air, piercing the throat of an orc dangerously close the elf. More arrows flew out toward the wretched orcs, a hooded warrior dashed out of the forest and engaged in a ferocious battle. Legolas stumbled, dizziness had overcome his balance, and he surrendered to the darkness.
He woke to a shaking of the mysterious fighter. His hood covered the entire head and shadowed the face from view.
"Who are you?" Legolas mumbled faintly.
"No one, until you reveal your identity," the elf replied.
Legolas sat up, and said, "I am Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, and I demand to know who you are!"
The warrior whipped out a blade and held it to Legolas's neck. "Be patient, princeling. Not all of us are your little servants."
Legolas replied calmly, "You gave your word that if you know my name, I can know yours. Besides, I asked first anyways."
The stranger lowered the blade. "I am a messenger for the Lady Galadriel, I am an elf. That is all you need to know." He turned abruptly and strode off the woods.