Disclaimer: I own nothing except for a soccer ball, an ancient saddle and
a bag of Skittles (yummy)
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter Four: Orc Attack
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~~*~*~*~~*~*~*~
Now Calimë's own body tensed as well. Oh, God, don't let me die! Thinking fast as she saw the orcs come over the hill, she whistled loudly under her arm.
"What are you doing?" Legolas exclaimed as she knocked his arm out of the way. He grabbed for her, but she slipped her leg over his horse's neck. Mirimë cantered up alongside his horse, and Calimë jumped, grabbing the cantle and swinging her leg over. Pulling the reins into one hand, she quickly untied the quiver and bow from the saddle. She threw the quiver over her shoulder and, pulling the reins over the pommel, pulled the bow taut and yanked an arrow into it. Aiming at the first orc she saw, she fired. It hit him in the chest and he went down. Yanking another arrow from the quiver, she braved a glance over her shoulder. Legolas was looking at her in disbelief as he readied his own bow. Turning forward again, she aimed and fired.
"TWO! THREE!" Calimë kept counting. She and Legolas kept firing, while Gandalf and Gimli fought with swords and axes. Soon, they were surrounded by dead orcs and the few survivors were retreating. They began slowing their horses.
"Good work, Calimë," Gimli said, out of breath. "You've done this before."
Calimë just smiled.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"We will camp here tonight and move out tomorrow. I will take first watch," Gandalf said as they rode into a clearing protected on one side by a cliff face and two sides by tree stands. Legolas, Gandalf and Calimë tied their horses near a fresh cropping of grass, while Gimli rummaged through a pack. Moments later, he produced a leather pack with bread, apples and mushrooms in it. That's weird, Calimë thought, taking the bread and apple he offered her. I always thought that only hobbits liked mushrooms. Not long after, the others untied their blankets from the saddles and stretched out near each other. Gandalf alone sat near the fire he had built, his sword at the ready and a pipe in hand.
"You had best get some sleep, Calimë, for it has been a long day, and tomorrow will likely be just as long," Gandalf said. Calimë nodded and stretched out in the space Gimli and Legolas had left for her between them. Snuggling between the hard ground and her cloak, she shivered. The night was cold. A moment later, someone covered her with a blanket. Opening one eye, she saw Legolas smile reassuringly. How did he know how scared she was? Darn mind readers.
"Thank you," Calimë whispered. Moments later, she fell into another restless sleep.
****~~~~****~~~~****~~~~****~~~~****
A/N: Well, what do you guys think? Please read and review! Suggestions and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism are very appreciated, as are compliments.
Lady*Light: Thank you for your review! Now that good outweighs bad again, I will continue! Thanks!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter Four: Orc Attack
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~~*~*~*~~*~*~*~
Now Calimë's own body tensed as well. Oh, God, don't let me die! Thinking fast as she saw the orcs come over the hill, she whistled loudly under her arm.
"What are you doing?" Legolas exclaimed as she knocked his arm out of the way. He grabbed for her, but she slipped her leg over his horse's neck. Mirimë cantered up alongside his horse, and Calimë jumped, grabbing the cantle and swinging her leg over. Pulling the reins into one hand, she quickly untied the quiver and bow from the saddle. She threw the quiver over her shoulder and, pulling the reins over the pommel, pulled the bow taut and yanked an arrow into it. Aiming at the first orc she saw, she fired. It hit him in the chest and he went down. Yanking another arrow from the quiver, she braved a glance over her shoulder. Legolas was looking at her in disbelief as he readied his own bow. Turning forward again, she aimed and fired.
"TWO! THREE!" Calimë kept counting. She and Legolas kept firing, while Gandalf and Gimli fought with swords and axes. Soon, they were surrounded by dead orcs and the few survivors were retreating. They began slowing their horses.
"Good work, Calimë," Gimli said, out of breath. "You've done this before."
Calimë just smiled.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"We will camp here tonight and move out tomorrow. I will take first watch," Gandalf said as they rode into a clearing protected on one side by a cliff face and two sides by tree stands. Legolas, Gandalf and Calimë tied their horses near a fresh cropping of grass, while Gimli rummaged through a pack. Moments later, he produced a leather pack with bread, apples and mushrooms in it. That's weird, Calimë thought, taking the bread and apple he offered her. I always thought that only hobbits liked mushrooms. Not long after, the others untied their blankets from the saddles and stretched out near each other. Gandalf alone sat near the fire he had built, his sword at the ready and a pipe in hand.
"You had best get some sleep, Calimë, for it has been a long day, and tomorrow will likely be just as long," Gandalf said. Calimë nodded and stretched out in the space Gimli and Legolas had left for her between them. Snuggling between the hard ground and her cloak, she shivered. The night was cold. A moment later, someone covered her with a blanket. Opening one eye, she saw Legolas smile reassuringly. How did he know how scared she was? Darn mind readers.
"Thank you," Calimë whispered. Moments later, she fell into another restless sleep.
****~~~~****~~~~****~~~~****~~~~****
A/N: Well, what do you guys think? Please read and review! Suggestions and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism are very appreciated, as are compliments.
Lady*Light: Thank you for your review! Now that good outweighs bad again, I will continue! Thanks!