"Oh no, I believe you've been mistaken. Something is definitely right, for me at least."
Legolas, Lan, and Aragorn froze. They had thought Oscar's voice was cold, harsh, and uncaring, but this one was even worse. The coldness that radiated from it was like the biting wind on the coldest day of winter. It was as harsh as rubbing sandpaper against tender/sore skin.
"Tie him back up elf, or he will taste the steel of my arrow in his heart!" the voice as cold and uncaring as Caradharas commanded. Legolas began to retie Aragorn's hands, but made them a little looser so he could get out, but not enough to be noticed by the stranger.
"Tie the girl's hands." A piece of rope was flung down to Legolas from the tree the stranger perched from hidden from the leaves. Legoals caught it and tied Lan's hands, not kindly either. He avoided looking her in the eye as he tied her hands. He was still mad and distrustful of the elven ranger from her deserting his friends when they were faced with danger. Danger he should have been there to help them with!
While finishing the knot, he heard someone jump down from a tree. Legolas looked up and saw a man rise from a crouch on the ground. When fully standing, he appeared to be almost as tall as the shortest elf, which, by human standards, is quite tall. He was heavily built, a skilled warrior, and he was armed with a bow and a broadsword. His green eyes were filled with anger and hate; his dark orange-red hair was like the flames engulfing the Balrog in the mines of Moria.
"Come here." Legolas came toward him, holding his hate-filled gaze with his defiant one. Roughly the man tied a rope around his hands.
"Now I want the two elves to come with me." He pushed them forward toward a path that no one had noticed before opposite from the tent.
Straining to sit up Aragorn called after him, "What do you want with them?!" the man turned around slowly and walked towards him. He lifted his hand up and struck Aragorn across the face. Aragorn's head hit a rock in the ground when it fell back to the ground, knocking him out cold. Yells from Gandalf and Gimli made him turn and face them. The man's green eyes stared at them with such intensity it was hard to keep a gaze with.
"You best be quiet or it'll be worse for your friends!" silence hung in the air as he turned back to his captives and pushed them on. Legolas kept his face pointed straight ahead, never looking back. He appeared calm, but inside he was going nuts. He sent a quick prayer up to the Valor for his friends' safety.
Lan was worried for them, but instead of facing straight, she stole a quick glance back at her fallen friend. She had a sinking feeling in her gut told her that this might be the last time she saw her friend for a long time. Hidden from the others because she kept her head down, a tear slid down her face as she prayed to her brother.
Brother, I have failed to protect him there. Please, take care of him and this elf beside me. I miss you and I can't do this alone. Please help me and watch over them.
The man, shoving her forward, trying to get her to move faster, interrupted her from her prayer.
How will we survive this? Lan thought, as Legolas and her were forced to walk through the forest.
AN sorry it took so long to post. Have been busy with play practice and my camp. We performed last Friday! (aaahh!!) I would have invite u guys, but ten bucks says u ain't in Kansas, so can't go. And I am working lights and consesions for my bros show of wizard of oz tonight and tom, so I have been busy. Lol. Also, a little depressing not having any reviews, but got one!!!
Mornflower: sorry I took so long to update. Lol. Thanks. When I have time I will definently have to check out ur story.
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