Chapter 4

Aragorn was getting desperate. Who knew what was happening to Legolas inside that cavern. They had now successfully founded a small hole, big enough for the twins to fit through because their slim frames enabled them to twist and turn in any direction: Aragorn however could not do that, and so they laboured on.

At last their was a hole big enough for Aragorn to fit through. Feeling elated, he and the twins gathered their weapons and entered inside the dark and foreboding place that held Legolas captive.

Legolas was now getting frantic with worry: the Orcs hadn't made any move on him yet, though he realised it would be a matter of time till they did. Orcs were blood-thirsty and would do anything to require food, information or just a good time. Hearing their conversation earlier confirmed his fears that the Orcs wanted to know why he and his friends had been skulking around in their caves.

He lay there quietly, desperately hoping to be forgotten.

Then he heard Orc voices:

"They've broken through the rubble, Gorth!"

The Orc called Gorth turned to face the other. "They have?"

"The human and the elves. They must be comin' for this 'un 'ere!"

"Then we'll hold the fort! Take 'im further in!"

Legolas immediately made himself limp and allowed the Orcs to carry him further in. At least he knew that Aragorn was going to help him get out of this.

The Orcs lined up a defense. Gorth intended on capturing the other three so that they could be 'sport' just as the other elf was. It felt good standing there knowing that he would soon be hearing the screams of three fair-beings.

He heard voices and knew it was the human and the elves walking cautiously through the blackness. They each held a torch to light their path.

Gorth motioned to his men; they raised there bows, and sighted into the darkness, a little off to the side. They didn't want to kill their prey.

The light flickered and the three beings came into their line of sight. Gorth shouted: "fire!"

Arrows flew around him; there came a sound of grunts but no body hit the ground. Then came yells and out of the darkness came the two elves and human, holding their weapons, eyes blazing in fury.

Gorth knew he was dead before he pulled his one sword from his belt. An elven blade whipped across his chest and he fell, dead before he hit the ground.

Aragorn felt something wiz past him. He glanced at the twins. "Arrows. Orcs."

All of three of them ran forward, swords drawn, clashing with the Orcs.

Screeches echoed all around them, but none of them stopped in their rampage. Legolas needed them!

Elladan shouted over the dim of clashes. "Find Legolas, Estel!"

Aragorn nodded and made his way out of the fight and into the deeper recesses of the cavern, his heart beating widely fast, and out of the darkness he heard the sounds of raucous Orc laughter. Not all of them, it sounded, had joined in the battle.

Legolas!

Rounding several corners, Aragorn stepped into a cavern lighted by torches and saw a group of Orcs, holding whips, and a prone figure laying on the ground, blood pooling at their feet.

Forgetting the situation, Aragorn lunged forward, sword in hand.

The Orcs surrounding Legolas turned, their grins fading only a little when they saw the angered man rushing towards them.

Aragorn fought against them but the Orcs seemed to guess where he was going to attack. He could not kill them, why?

He failed to notice one Orc slip away and make his way to Legolas.

Watching this with bright eyes Legolas knew that his friend could not win. These Orcs were well trained and knew how to inflict pain on their victim without harming them too brutally. An Orc came by him, reached down and pulled his head up, placing a knife at the slim elf's throat.

"Let's see what the wretched human does now, shall we?" the Orc grinned evilly.

TBC

Next chapter will be longer, I promise!