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Chapter 3
The twins began to show Legolas Ilmadris. Legolas was ahead of the twins slightly, and at one point he ran into the bushes ahead of them. Elladan and Elrohir chased after Legolas, laughing, into the woods. What they saw terrified them. Legolas stood, rooted to the spot, looking up, blue eyes big with fear. They followed his gaze and saw… a huge troll, staring down at Legolas.
"Legolas, get out of there!" Called Elladan.
"Move!" Yelled Elrohir.
But Legolas could not. He was frozen with fear. His breath caught in his chest and he was making a soft whimpering noise. The twins continued to yell at him. He stumbled backward a few steps, and then tripped. Elrohir ran forward and hurled his dagger at the troll. He hit it in the leg, which made it very angry. But that gave Legolas time. He got up and ran to Elladan.
Legolas was clutching Elladans arm in a death grip, but the older twin didn't mind. After a minute, Elladan noticed that the sleeve of his tunic felt damp. He looked down at Legolas, and realization struck him. Legolas was crying! Sympathy washed over Elladan. He looked over at his brother to see that his face showed similar emotion.
Elrohir ran over to the other two and removed Legolass bow from his back. It was the only real weapon they had. He stared at it in amazement. It was tiny! But he tried anyway. It was awkward, to be sure. It was a longbow built for Legolas, which was more-or-less a shortbow for Elrohir. He fired, and the arrow hit the troll in the stomach, making it howl with rage, but was otherwise ineffective. He ran over to the other two.
"Legolas" He said, "You are the only one who can fire this!"
"I cant!" Legolas sobbed, "Ive only ever hit targets before!"
"Arent you the best in Lasgalen?"
Legolas took the bow, and, hands shaking violently, fired. The arrow landed squarely between the beast's eyes. It did absolutely nothing. The troll lumbered toward Legolas. The twins weren't exactly sure why the troll went after only Legolas, maybe because it had seen him first, or maybe because he moved more, or maybe it was simply because Legolass golden hair caught the light more readily then the twin's dark chocolate-hued locks.
"LEGOLAS!" Elladan bellowed, "RUN!"
Legolas ran into the trees. The troll, to stupid to know it could not follow, tried anyway. It walked into a giant tree, felling it. The twins heard a cry of pain and flinched simultaneously. They desperately wanted to run and help Legolas, but could not move, lest the troll see them. Trolls were to stupid to see anything unless it moved. It took five minutes for the troll to lose interest and leave, but it was the longest five minutes of either of their lives.
They ran into the bushes, frantically calling their friend's name. What they saw was worse than they ever could have imagined. The tree had landed on Legolas, a sharp branch, thick as one of the twin's balled fists, had impaled his right thigh. And that was not all. The same leg was also broken at the calf. The bone was protruding, gleaming a sickening white contrast to the gushing blood. The tree limbs had cut many deep gashes in Legolass back, and there were scratches on his face.
Elladan ran to Legolas, and wrapped his arms around the tiny elfling, letting Legolas press his face into Elladans chest and cry. Elrohir took Elladans dagger and started to saw away at the tree limb impaling Legolass leg. Legolas clutched at Elladans hand with one hand, and at Elladans tunic with the other. Finally, Elrohir cut through the branch and looked at his brother.
"This has to go" Elrohir said, gesturing at the branch, "there's to much risk of infection."
"He'll bleed to death!" Protested Elladan, smoothing Legolass hair with his free hand. He sighed. "But you are right."
"At the count of three" Said Elrohir, "One, two," And he ripped it out.
Legolas cried out in pain, squeezing harder at Elladans hand. Blood gushed everywhere. Both the twins and Legolas were now thoroughly covered. Elrohir fished out a bandage from his emergency med kit and bound the wound best he could.
"Get ada!" Elladan practically screamed to Elrohir.
He was quick to comply.
"I'll be back soon!" Elrohir called over his shoulder, and ran toward Ilmadris, faster than he ever had in his life.
