I know its short but here is the next instalment.

Chapter 5

"Oy, human, put down your weapon, or your elf friend gets it!" the Orc shouted towards Aragorn, who was battling fiercely against the five Orcs surrounding him.

Aragorn turned to see Legolas struggling against his captors grip, but there was nothing that Prince could do to escape. Aragorn gritted his teeth, snarling viciously, lunged at the Orcs once more, not willing to give up now.

But then…the twins were still out there. They would be able to help them. He would have to put his safety into the hands of his brothers. Glancing once more at Legolas, Aragorn dropped his sword, the Orcs closed in on around him.

Elladan twisted and turned, fighting off the Orcs. He and Elrohir seemed to be doing well. The Orcs numbers were going down. They seemed to be in disarray, as if their leader had been killed, which in fact had happened, because Elladan, without knowing it had Gorth as they attacked.

The Orcs were soon driven into their tunnels, screeching in their foul language. With the threat of the Orcs gone, the twins proceeded in the route where Aragorn had gone to find Legolas.

As they rounded the corner, holding the torches high, they heard the unmistakable sound of a sword clinging to the ground.

Elrohir turned wide eyes on his twin. "Estel."

Elladan nodded and gripping his own daggers advanced. They would not rush in, and then to their ears they heard the sound of Legolas' voice, a whimper. Then Aragorn's voice:

"Stop it! Leave him alone!"

The cruel voices of the Orcs reached their ears. "No, human. Watch and learn."

Elladan peered round the cliff and saw a sight he didn't want to see.

Legolas was being held by an Orc while the others were taking it in turns by cutting him with their scimitars. Aragorn was watching, barely able to breathe. Legolas' blood stained the floor.

Elladan felt mad.

The Orcs were laughing cruelly as if to make both friends suffer.

Elrohir pulled out his bow and arrow, sighted it and let the arrow loose which hit the Orc about to cut Legolas, in the back. It let out a screech and fell to the ground dead.

With that shot, Aragorn pulled away from his captor, reached his sword that had been kicked away from him and attacked. With the twins in full rage mode, the six Orcs had no chance. Legolas was thrown to the side, hitting his head against the wall, and falling unconscious almost instantly.

"LEGOLAS!" Aragorn shouted on impulse. He rushed to his friend but an Orc toppled him over.

Quickly, Aragorn stabbed the Orc pushing it off him and crawled to Legolas: the twins killing the rest of the Orcs. When it came to Orcs, the twins were bloodthirsty, especially after what had befallen their mother many years ago.

Panting, Aragorn undid Legolas' bonds, his hands slippery with blood. He turned the elf over so that he could examine him. Blood stained the elf's tunic, and the numerous cuts the Orcs had inflicted upon him were bleeding, but they didn't look life-threatening.

Legolas was safe.

"Is he okay?" Elrohir asked.

Aragorn nodded. "He's just unconscious. Ada will be able to patch him up in no time."

"Come on, we'd better get out of here, before more Orcs show up." Elladan said. "they may come back with reinforcements."

Quickly Aragorn gathered Legolas in his arms and followed the twins out of the cave, hoping that they would get out before the rest of the Orcs came back.