Chapter 2

The Orcs strength was impressive. As their was so many of them, Legolas had no chance to actually win the fight, but he had to remain by the entrance for Aragorn's sake. If his friend broke through the rubble he might have a chance of crawling out of the dark, ominous space that sent shivers through his very being.

Several Orcs lay dead at his feet before his foes began to realise the Elf was far more skilled then them and it would take team-work to bring him down. As if the Orcs had a connection they joined together, forming a tight circle round their prey, their gleaming eyes seemed to shine with evil intention.

Legolas stayed firm as he took in his situation. No matter how hard he tried he wouldn't be able to win the fight, especially if the Orcs were intent on bringing him down. He gripped his knives and decided that he would risk his freedom and he stepped forward, raising the blades and began the fight once more.

Though his hearing was not as accurate as an Elf's Aragorn had no trouble in detecting the sounds of a fight from within the cave. Doubling his efforts he scrabbled faster, pulling rocks away from the entrance. Sweat brimmed his forehead, yet he could not stop, Legolas' life was at stake!

Elrohir kneeled over his brother checking for signs of life. "Come on, bro, wake up, we need your help."

Elladan's wounds were not many. He had received a slight scratch on his arm where an Orc had hit him during their escape from the cave, and a large bump was forming on his head where falling pieces of rock had hit him on the side. Whispering in the elvish language, Elrohir begged his twin to wake. "Elladan, let out the darkness trapping you, come back to us."

Within minutes, Elladan began moving and gradually opened his eyes. "I…have…such a…big headache." He moaned.

Elrohir grinned. "You're alright. I've got to help Estel."

Hearing his younger brothers name Elladan sat up sharply, placing a hand on the back of his head, as the sudden movement caused his head to ache even worse. Finally he spoke: "Where's Estel?"

"Over there, Legolas is still trapped in the cave. Estel's trying to dig him out." Elrohir explained.

"We've got to help him! He can't move all those rocks by himself!" Elladan nearly shouted. "Help me up, slowly."

Elrohir did as his twin told and carefully they went over to Aragorn who had made a pile of rocks but there seemed to be no gap for Legolas to get out of.

Aragorn paused as he saw the twins approach him. "You okay?"

Elladan nodded. "Here, lets help."

"We've got to get Legolas out of there. There's Orcs too. I hear sounds of fighting but I'm not sure."

Elrohir bent down on Aragorn's right; Elladan on the left, and the three brothers continued to pull the rocks away. They all prayed that Legolas would be protected.

Legolas ducked as an Orc raised its weapon at him, he rolled to the side, trying to escape the perilous weapons the Orcs wielded. He was tiring; the Orcs were not. He had worn himself out by fighting the Orcs before and escaping from them. He didn't want to fall in the middle of the battle or even surrender.

In fact surrendering was not an option.

He gritted his teeth again and launched a fierce assault upon the Orcs.

His blades cut down Orc after Orc until they began to retreat as they noticed their numbers were falling by the minute.

He did not notice an Orc sneak round behind and raise its scimitar at his head, ready for a heavy blow.

TBC

I know it's a cliffy, but it couldn't be helped, sorry! And its short too. Poor Legolas!

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