Elemariel and Legolas walked softly through the brush, following that trail that Legolas had picked up.
"Just out of curiosity, do you have a plan?" Elemariel asked Legolas.
"Do I ever? I'm just making this up as I go along. I need to see what we're up against before I can work out the finer details."
"I'll trust you."
Legolas forced a smile at this. But on the inside he was cowering. He knew that a long time ago somebody had placed their trust in him, and he had failed. He didn't want to let this happen again, especially not with Elemariel's life at stake.
"Legolas?"
"Sorry. I was just thinking over what my plan should be."
It was at that moment that Elemariel screamed and drew her sword as many orcs, probably counting somewhere in the hundreds, streamed out around them, seeming to come from thin air. Legolas fired arrow after arrow at the swarm, but it was fruitless. He was outnumbered, and greatly. He could no longer hear the clash of Elemariel's sword, and this worried him. But he paused to think for a second too long. Three orcs came from behind and overpowered him, slamming his head into the ground, which knocked him unconscious.