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Faerlain

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Chapter 3: Unwanted, Unexpected, Unpredicted Surprises.

"Maybe one of us should have stayed with Adar."

"I'm not going back Legolas, stop trying to persuade me to. Adar will be fine, don't worry."

"You think?"

"Yes. He's stronger than you think. And we won't be that long, will we? I mean, we're only going to kill a few Orcs, slaughter a few goblins, then go home, right?"

"Right." The youngest Prince stared at the road ahead of them. It had been a day since they had left the palace, and Legolas was worried for the King. Perhaps he would get too lonely without anyone with him…

"He has his Councillors," Férar continued. "And Galion will look after him. You worry too much dilthen-núr." (Little brother)

Legolas smiled. "I guess I do. Yes, you're right, he'll be fine. He's managed all this time when we've gone off before."

But he had Naneth then…

The two Elves carried along their path. The woods around them were quiet. They could faintly hear the stream trickling along nearby, and felt the presence of the scouts lying concealed in the trees. A comforting presence, but one Legolas felt wasn't really needed.

"So, tell me about the Fellowship," Férar said, looking over at his younger brother. "I want to know everything."

"There isn't much to tell…"

"Of course there is! My little brother went on the biggest quest of all time, and he's saying there's nothing to tell?" He scoffed. "Ridiculous. Come on; spill the beans about Aragorn and Arwen!"

Legolas laughed. "The wedding was…nice. And the coronation."

Férar groaned aloud. "I have an idiot for a brother," he moaned into his hands.

Legolas neared his horse to Férar's and punching him on the arm. "I am not idiot," he argued in a thick-sounding voice.

It was Férar's turn to laugh. "NO, of course you aren't Greenleaf, you little simpleton you."

Legolas ginned triumphantly. "Simple is good. No confusion."

"Anyway, back to our conversation. What adventures did you have? Me wants to know!"

"I went along the Paths of the Dead with Aragorn and Gimli, I ran for miles and miles across the plains of Rohan to rescue two little Hobbits who were with a load of Ents at a flooded Isengard, went up Caradharas and back down again, through the darkness of Moria, woke up a Balrog, saw Gandalf die, then saw him come back to life, not literally, got to Minas Tirith by Pelagir boats, and saw the sea. Not necessarily in that order,"

Férar blinked. "Ok," he replied slowly. "You did quite a bit then?"

Legolas nodded, smiling to himself. "If you had been there when we went up Caradharas, I would have organised a snowball fight, but it wouldn't have been the same without you. And I don't think the others were really in the mood after almost being buried alive by snow."

Férar laughed. "Never mind. Maybe another time."

"I am never going up that Mountain again. It is evil!"

"So you went through Moria instead? Were you lot feeling one hundred percent? Everything alright with your heads?"

Legolas poked his tongue out at his brother. "I didn't want to go through, but it was eventually decided that we would. Trust us to wake up a billion-year old Balrog. And then Gandalf fell of the Bridge."

"You make it sound almost funny."

"It wasn't, at the time. But then he came back to life again, which was good."

Férar shook his head in disbelief. "I knew you couldn't be trusted."

"I had a good time though. Killed a cave troll by climbing on its head, shooting an arrow through its skull, jumping off, and then shooting it in the mouth. Went down some steps on an Uruk-Hai shield at Helms Deep, shooting as I went, and rode an Oliphaunt at the Battle of the Pelennor Fields. And I played a game with Gimli."

"That Dwarf?"

"Yes. We had a competition at each battle to see who could kill the most enemies. He beat me at Helms Deep, but I forgot to count the Uruks that I squashed when I knocked their ladder away from the wall by breaking the rope that held it up. And I most definitely beat him at Minas Tirith after the Oliphaunt incident."

They laughed together. "Sounds like fun," Férar agreed. "And now you've made friends with him?"

"He is a decent Dwarf," Legolas protested.

"I never said he wasn't. It's just a bit…"

"Typical of me, face it."

"I was actually going to say strange, but yes, it is rather typical of you to make friends with a Dwarf."

"And Edoras was nice. Rather windy, but…"

"Shh!" Férar halted his horse, and Legolas did the same. They listened intently. They could hear the wind rustling through the dry leaves, the old limbs of the trees creaking, and…

"Yrch," Legolas growled under his breath. He gripped his bow more tightly and turned towards where the sound was coming from.

"Stay right where you are Legolas," Férar ordered him. "Don't go leaping in there. Plan it out, remember."

"Can we just get on and kill them. I'll feel much better then."

"Most certainly. Let's find them though first."

"They're this way." Legolas veered off the path and rode into the undergrowth. Férar followed.

The Orcs were not far away. There were about ten of them in a small clearing, gathered around a campfire, grumbling amongst themselves.

"Easy," Legolas whispered. "There are hardly any of them, and they look as weak as…"

"Shh!" Férar silenced him. "Just get an arrow notched to that bow." He scanned the clearing. "He looks like the leader," he told him, pointing at the largest Orc. "He's all yours."

"Thank you very much." Legolas aimed, and fired. His arrow found its target – the centre of the leader's forehead. He gurgled and slumped forward onto the fire, sparks flying in all directions and landing on the other Orcs.

The others leapt up and ran towards the bushes where the two Princes were hiding. They fired arrow after arrow in quick succession, then burst out of their hiding place, trampling the front three Orcs. There were only two left, and Legolas neatly beheaded one with a quick sweep of his knife, and Férar slit the throat of the other.

Férar looked over at his brother. His eyes were dark and dangerous, looking round the filthy clearing they were in. He sighed. Legolas clearly wasn't satisfied.

"There will be more," he assured him.

Legolas looked over at Férar, and his expression relaxed a little. "Yes, there will be more," he repeated. He turned, and went back to the path.

"Is your hunger for Orcs sated yet?"

"No."

"But we've been on the road for days now, and killed well over fifty Orcs between the two of us."

"But no goblins."

Férar smiled to himself. So that was what his brother was waiting for. The goblins.

"I'm sure we'll find some soon," he told him.

"Soon, as in, right now?"

"What?"

"We've reached the Mountains."

Férar looked up ahead of them. Sure enough, there loomed the Mountains, tall, dark, menacing. Peaked with snow that turned blood red as the Sun set and rose every day. Riddled with hidden caves and passages that the Orcs and goblins used as their hideouts.

"No time like the present," Legolas said, and picked up his pace. Férar dug his heels into his mare's flanks, and they galloped off to catch up with Legolas.

"We can't just go barging in there Legolas," he called to his younger brother as they cantered along.

"Where's your sense of adventure gone Férar?" Legolas just called back, grinning.

Férar laughed. "You really want to get yourself killed? Because you'd be going the right away about it if you did go straight in there."

"Oh well, at least I'd be with Naneth again." Not waiting for Férar's response to that, he galloped away even faster towards the Mountains.

Férar sighed to himself. Legolas wouldn't get himself killed on purpose, but it looked as if he was going to have to keep an extra special eye on him when they were fighting any goblins.

They camped that night under some tall beech trees, a mile, or so from the foot of the Mountains. Legolas took first watch, Férar the second. They didn't encounter any Orcs that night, but both could sense evil drawing nearer. Or they were drawing closer to it. Either way, they were going to be fighting very soon.

They came to the edge of the trees just after dawn, and found themselves at the very base of a mountain. It reached up high into the sky, the peak disappearing far into the clouds that had gathered already.

"So, what's your plan of action?" Férar asked Legolas in a teasing manner.

"Let's go for it," he replied. "I want those goblins dead."

Férar frowned thoughtfully. "Wait a moment. Surely, if there was a goblin camp around here, wouldn't we have met some scouts or guards by now?"

"Perhaps goblins are too stupid to put them out."

"Er, Legolas…"

"What?"

"Where have the horses gone?"

Legolas spun round on his heel. They had dismounted, placed the horses by a tree, and now they had vanished. "This is not good," he muttered.

"Damn right it isn't," Férar retorted. "There's no way we can travel without our horses. Its going to take us at least a week and a half to get back to the palace, and if either of us is injured…"

"We won't be," Legolas butted in.

"I cannot risk both our lives like this Legolas," Férar told him sharply. "We have to find the horses first, then we'll start thinking about ambushing the mountain."

"But…"

"No buts! I am older than you; therefore you must do what I say."

"No, that's not fair!"

"It's perfectly fair! Without horses, we are hindered in a very bad way. We cannot make a quick escape if needs be, and…"

"Férar, behind you!"

As quickly as he could, Legolas notched an arrow to his bow, and fired it at a point just above his brother's head. Férar instinctively ducked, and whirled around to come face-to-face with the goblin that had just been about to attack him. He had an arrow wedged in between his eyes, and he was staring at the two Elves in a stupid way. He growled something inaudible, and fell to the floor.

"Thanks little brother," Férar said gratefully. "I…"

But his thanks were cut short as about seven goblins leapt out of the undergrowth, snarling and waving their various weapons around. They were immediately speared with arrows from the two Elven bows, singing as they released each arrow. A couple stumbled and fell, but the rest barged on, trampling their fallen comrades.

The brothers unsheathed their knives and made swift work of cutting and stabbing every goblin they could. But it would take more than a few gashes and jabs to defeat these goblins. They were big, ugly brutes, with skin as thick and strong as several layers of tough leather. They had random bits of armour placed on arbitrary bits of their bodies, and large helmets made of thick metal.

The fight lasted no longer than ten minutes. But by the end, Férar had a gash on his upper arm, and Legolas a cut across the top of his left eye. He bandaged Férar's arm with a piece of his tunic, and washed his own cut with some water from his flask.

"At least we know why the horses ran off," Férar said, sitting up against a tree.

"Do you think they're anywhere near?"

"They can't have got far. Whistle for them."

Legolas did so, and sure enough, within five minutes, the two steeds had returned, a little shaken, but none the worse for wear. The Princes changed their clothes, and had a small bite to eat.

"See what I mean about the goblins," Férar told his brother as they ate. "They're not like Orcs."

"I know how to fight goblins," Legolas snapped. He was in a bad mood after being ambushed like that so easily. He drank heavily from his flask. "I've met them before. They just took us by surprise was all."

"Exactly. It happened too easily. From now on, we have to be extra careful and vigilant. Check every little noise that seems unfamiliar. We are in goblin territory now. We'll have to watch our backs."

"As you always say." "It's true. Look out for each other, remember?"

Legolas nodded. His anger had dissipated a little now, and he just felt tired. He hadn't slept properly for the last few days, and was starting to feel the strain.

"Get some sleep," Férar ordered, as though reading his mind. "I'll keep watch. You need the rest."

Legolas nodded, lay down, and drifted off within minutes.

Well that was a longer chapter. Longer than the last one at least! I'll update Demons of the Heart and Runaways ASAP, ok? See ya later

Faerlain