Saurheledion ran to the full extent of his elvish ability at the filthy creature on the forest floor. His mind barely registered that someone was there with her as he was so fixed on his target. He would kill her immediately and forgo his former plan of watching her realize Legolas wasn't coming. Firreiel however, was amply aware that a very deranged elf was running at Veduriel with a murderous rage in his eyes. The she-elf whipped out the dagger that she had stolen from Lossen and hurled it at Saurheledion with all her might. It sailed through the air and landed directly in his right shoulder. Saurheledion was taken completely by surprise; he went down with the force of the dagger and lay on the forest floor completely stunned for a few seconds.
Those seconds was all she needed, Firreiel let loose the loudest yell she could, "LOSSEN! LEGOLAS!" Her shouts brought Saurheledion out of his daze and he leapt to his feet drawing the dagger out of his own body. Firreiel stood over the unconscious mortal ready to defend her, not out of friendship for the girl, or for the sake of Legolas, but for the simple reason that she did not deserve to die. Saurheledion growled at the she-elf that stood in between him and this . . . . . problem. He lunged and tried to dart past her. Firreiel quickly blocked his attempt and swiftly struck him in the nose. Blood gushed out of it and with a yell of rage the dark elf raised the knife that had earlier struck him in the shoulder. He held it aloft about to slash at the unarmed elf. He gave a fierce downward slash, she saw it but too late to miss it completely. Violently twisting to the side she felt the thrust meant for her heart slash her upper arm. Saurheledion's face curled into a maliciously cruel smile as he adjusted his grip on the knife to a stabbing grip. Firreiel's face appeared ascetic even though her heart beat faster than a rabbit's as she looked upon his sheer madness. Saurheledion let loose a shout of pain. He grabbed his wrist that a few seconds ago had clutched her knife, now an arrow was transfixed in the skin between his first finger and his thumb.
Had Legolas and Lossen not just sprinted across two miles of greenwood faster than the fleetest deer in Mirkwood they may have been too late to save either one of their loves. As it was Saurheledion slowly turned to where Legolas still held his bow aloft from where he had just loosed the arrow. Lossen ran up directly behind him, as soon as he spotted Saurheledion his brow grew dark and when he noticed Firreiel, bleeding directly behind him his entire aura gave off a seething hatred. Lossen charged directly at Saurheledion with a cry of rage. Lossen charged directly into the wounded elf driving them both backwards into a nearby tree. Legolas put up his bow as he ran to help knowing that he could not risk shooting his friend. He stopped suddenly as his elvish eyes quickly spied Veduriel lying prone on the ground. His fleet feet carried him to her side as he gently stroked her face; trying to awaken her she did not stir but her heart beat strongly beneath his fingers.
Meanwhile Lossen had simply charged at Saurheledion not having noticed his friend unconscious on the ground. "Where is she???" he gritted through his teeth. He reached for his dagger to press it against his throat but it was absent. Now was not the time to look for it so instead he put his hand to his throat to further his meaning. "Saur where is she???? I swear if she is hurt . . . " Saurheledion did not say anything, instead his gaze just drifted down to where she lay in Legolas's arms. Saurheledion stared, not even taking notice that Lossen had relinquished his grip, why is the prince still holding her? Look at her! He stood in total shock and confusion when Lossen ran over to Veduriel's other side that was not occupied by Legolas. Both elves were now gently shaking the mortal girl trying to wake her up, leaving Saur at a loss for what was going on. Slowly in the midst of his turmoiled thoughts a single thought floated clearly to the top of his mind, 'she must not live'.
Legolas whipped his head up at the sound of Saur running. His hands reached up to where his knives lay but they never touched them. For just as quickly as Saurheledion had ran he was out of sight, fleeing among the underbrush with rage spurring on his feet. None tried to chase him, they all knew that he was far more rested than the tired band and that Veduriel needed their help more. Firreiel gave a tired half smile, "that'll show you not to lock me up in my room . . . "she heaved right before she sunk down absolutely worn out from her excursions and loss of blood.