Hey everyone! :) Can you believe that ff was messed up again the other day? I lost 11 reviews for chapter 5! *gasp* The counter says 239 but the # in my review stats says 228. I hope that I can get them back…I didn't even get to find out what they said! *sniff!*

Here's more story for ya! Enjoy, more danger creeps up on our heroes! lol ;)

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Legolas woke abruptly the next morning, thanks to the pain of his broken arm. It hurt even more than he expected, and he couldn't prevent a groan.

Someone had a grip on his good arm, and he suddenly felt it tighten.

"Legolas?"

Opening his eyes, he saw his human friend lying a couple of feet away from him.

Aragorn quickly sat up, reaching for his pack of herbs. "Forgive me, mellon-nin…the herbs that I gave you last night have worn off, but I had not the heart to wake you."

Legolas gave no reply, trying to sit up with his good arm.

Aragorn assisted him, before pouring some water and mixing in some painkilling herbs. He handed it to his friend, who took it and quickly drank it down. "Are you all right?" he asked, concerned at Legolas' silence.

Legolas handed the cup back, with a nod. Sighing, he looked around the camp, noticing the absence of the twins. "Hunting again?"

Aragorn nodded, but then he frowned when he saw his brothers suddenly shoot out of the woods, running at full speed.

"More orcs!" Elladan exclaimed. "A very large group! Heading this way!"

Aragorn quickly jumped to his feet, pulling Legolas up with him. "How close are they?" he asked.

"Too close; we will have to fight, there is no time to flee!" said Elrohir.

Aragorn shot a concerned look at Legolas, just as noise from the orcs started to fill their ears. "Hide, Legolas!"

Legolas' jaw practically dropped. "Hide?" he repeated, as if he thought that he'd heard wrong.

"Hide!" Aragorn repeated. "Now! You cannot fight with a broken arm!"

"Yes I can!" Legolas insisted. "You do not honestly think that I would watch and do nothing while you endanger yourselves?!"

Aragorn was silent for a second, as he realized what he had to do to save his wounded friend's life. "No," he said, shaking his head. "You will not watch…forgive me, mellon-nin..."

Before Legolas had a chance to ask 'why', a sudden pain exploded in his head and then he saw nothing.

Aragorn had thrown a punch at the elf, hitting his temple and effectively knocking him out.

Elladan caught the elf prince before he could fall, and quickly picked him up, running into the woods and laying him behind a tree. When he returned, the orcs had already attacked.

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The feel of something touching his face woke Legolas, and he opened his eyes to find a leaf sitting on his nose. Confusion filled him, and he reached up the hand on his good arm and picked it up, studying it closely. What happened? he thought.

Dropping the leaf, he carefully sat up, ignoring the throbbing in his head and arm. As he surveyed his surroundings, the sight shocked him.

Dead orcs littered the campsite.

Quickly standing, Legolas leaned against a tree for a few seconds when dizziness struck him, but it passed quickly and he wandered into the campsite, anxiously scanning the bodies for those of his friends.

He found none of them, and sighed in relief until he realized that the orcs had obviously carried them off.

Ai! he thought. Aragorn and the twins are not easy to defeat…they must truly have been greatly outnumbered…or injured…

Sighing with anxiety, Legolas turned around, looking for the horses. He found none, and frowned in alarm. "Gwaeren!" he shouted, listening for any sound of his faithful mare. He heard nothing, and closed his eyes in dismay. He would have to track the orcs on foot, and panic welled within him when he realized the amount of time that it would take. They could all be dead by the time I find them!

A flare-up of pain suddenly stabbed through his arm, and Legolas sighed deeply. How can I possibly rescue them with my body in such a state?

A rumble of thunder suddenly filled the air, and Legolas abruptly realized that it was raining. He'd been so upset over the situation that he hadn't even noticed. Feeling helpless and frustrated, he closed his eyes, wincing at the pain in his head from Aragorn's punch.

Thunder rumbled again and Legolas reopened his eyes, suddenly realizing that if he wanted to find his friends, he had to hurry before the rain washed away the orcs' tracks.

Grabbing nothing but his weapons, he ran full-tilt into the woods, fear growing in his heart over his friends' safety.

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Aragorn winced when the orc dropped him to the ground. He quickly rolled over, to see his brothers lying nearby. The three of them had been restrained with their hands behind their backs, and each one of them had the same thing on their minds.

Legolas.

Aragorn sighed loudly, remembering how the orcs had come through the woods from two different directions, quickly throwing themselves at the three siblings and literally forcing them to the ground with their considerable weight…none of them could ever be a match for several hundred pounds of orcs.

Once they found themselves seemingly being crushed to the earth, their hands were quickly tied behind their backs and they were each slung over an orc's shoulder. It happened so fast that Aragorn was stunned; he barely even had a chance to struggle.

Rain suddenly started to fall, and as the orcs started to move, Aragorn looked to where Elladan had left Legolas. The human couldn't see his friend, but felt panic at the thought of leaving him. As the orc carried him off, Aragorn continued to stare into the woods where his friend lay unconscious…hurt and now alone…

"Is anyone injured?" he suddenly heard whispered.

Turning his head, he saw that the twins had managed to slowly drift closer to their human brother.

The speaker must have been Elladan, because Elrohir answered. "No, I simply feel like I was buried under a pile of orcs."

Despite the situation, neither of them could stop a slight smile at his words.

"That's because you were, Elrohir," Elladan answered slowly, as if he were talking to a child.

Aragorn sighed as he watched the orcs. He was shocked at their number; there appeared to be nearly a hundred of them. "Listen; whatever we do, we must not provoke these orcs. Let them say what they will; we will not argue with them..."

The twins looked at him as if he'd grown another head.

Aragorn sighed. "Let me finish! If we do anything rash, they may injure one or more of us. We cannot afford that, as we need to escape as soon as possible and make out way back to Legolas."

The twins nodded, saying nothing. Aragorn could see that they were as worried about their defenseless friend as he was.

"Do you think he's all right?" Elrohir suddenly whispered.

Aragorn sighed, looking up at the dark clouds. "I'm sure he is," he lied.

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I cannot believe that Aragorn did that! Legolas sighed as he followed the orcs' tracks, trying hard to ignore the pain that his body kept reminding him of. The headache wasn't too bad, but his arm felt like it'd been smashed with a club.

Ah, yes…it was.

Legolas nearly laughed at his ridiculous thoughts, before sighing, wiping the rainwater from his face. His hair suddenly whipped in all directions when the wind blew, and he pushed it behind his ears, grimacing when he accidentally moved his left arm.

The orcs' tracks suddenly veered off to the right, deeper into the woods. Legolas diligently followed, not noticing that the storm was growing worse.

Something suddenly made him stop walking. Frowning, Legolas looked around him, as a strange tingling made itself known in his body. It tickled the back of his neck and his anxiety rose when he realized the cause.

Unable to hold back a frightened gasp, he started to run, before a sudden flash and deafening thunder filled the air, making the earth shake beneath his feet.

A bolt of lightning shot right through the trunk of a tree not ten feet away from him, before continuing its flight to strike the ground.

Legolas stumbled back in shock, his eyes watering from the intense glare. His now-ringing ears only dimly heard the cracking from the tree as it began to fall.

Thunder rumbled again, and Legolas wasn't sure which way to go, fearing another lightning strike. His sight cleared enough for him to see the tree toppling towards him, and he turned around, dashing towards another tree, intent on hiding behind it.

Legolas never made it, for the tree hit the earth with a loud crash. Many branches struck his head and back, leaving cuts on his face.

The ground shook when the great tree landed, sending Legolas to the muddy ground with it. He didn't land on his broken arm, thankfully, but the jolt was enough to send agonizing pain through the injured limb.

Somehow, despite his pain, Legolas managed to crawl out from the tree's branches and collapse onto his back, breathing heavily. He laid there unmoving as the rain continued to fall, his body shaking with disbelief at what had just happened to him. He knew that he'd come within an inch of certain death…