Sorry if I've been going to fast!! I will slow down I promise! Just give me a chance, ok?
The storm eventually died out. Legolas and Arod lay stranded in a pile of snow, shivering and tired. The wind frosted their noses and cracked the lips of the elf. It didn't matter that Legolas was an elf because this was no normal storm, no it was a storm of such force that even the elves could feel its chill.
"Up, mellon," Legolas told Arod. "Let's go."
But it took Arod a few minutes to get onto his feet. Legolas didn't have the heart to ride him so he led him on through the snow, praying that this was the way they had came. Everything looked so similar, all snowy and and horrid. It took him a while to definitely admit it but Legolas knew they were utterly lost.
"Arod, we're not doing so well," he told the horse. "We've got to get out of here but I don't know if we are going farther into the northlands or back towards Mirkwood. The feeling in my gut says that we are going the wrong way but perhaps we shouldn't turn back. Then if I'm wrong we'd be in even more trouble."
Hours passed. Then a day. Then three. A week. Legolas knew he was doomed and finally he lay down to die while Arod sank into the snow. Poor horse, he thought. If only he was strong enough to find his way back home without me. Unconsciousness overtook the elf and his death approached.
The scream of a woman awoke him. "What is this?" he muttered sleepily. "A woman? Out there? Perhaps she knows the way out of this cursed place. At least I'll have a new travelling companion." Lifting his tired body out, Legolas dragged Arod forward in the direction of the screams. "I'm coming," he thought. "I am coming."
It took a while but Legolas finally found the source of the scream: a group of strange orcs dressed in furs and white metal were terrorizing a young woman near a lone bare tree that stuck out admist the landscape. Apparently the woman had been captured and the orcs were preparing to torture or rape her. Legolas couldn't let this happen and, tired as he was, he left Arod and jerked out his knives before creeping behind a near by snow pile.
The woman glared steadfast at her captors, her leaf-green eyes sparkling against the cold and brown atmosphere.
"Tell us where your city is, elf or else we'll tare you limb from limb."
The woman didn't speak. An orc slapped her across the cheek and a spot on her cheek turned dark.
"I'l give you one last chance, elf!"
No answer. The head orc heads towards her and pulls down her pants.
That was enough for Legolas. He jumped forward with a great yell and attacked the orcs. They were strange and fought well but in the end he was about to defeat them. The leader was the hardest of all since he weilded a great mace and swung it around Legolas. Legolas ducked and swings his own swords hard in the beasts direction but didn't cut him. The orc skapped Legolas and the elf yelled. The woman screamed in terror, thinking that her rescuer was about to die and leapt up off the ground with a feril howl. Pulling a sharp dagger out of her pant, she crept up behind the orc and stabbed him in the nape, killing him instantly. "Die, you slime!" she yelled.
Legolas lay wounded on the ground. She saw this and bent over him, thinking that she could not help him but something inside her told her that she should help this man who rescued her from certain deaths. Seeing Arod nearby she whistled and the horse came over. Lifting Legolas onto the horse's back she lead them through the snow and into the icy craigs of the nearby mountains.