Author's Note : Yay! Chapter two! Enjoy! P.S. Sorry if there's like a little coding mark here or there.
Elvish Translations
Leithio i philinn! Release the arrows!
Mellon nin. My friend.
Chapter Two
Legolas groaned inwardly as a Rohan 'soldier', many years past his prime, accidentally fired an arrow into the center line of Uruk-hai. The arrow was a gorgeous direct hit; killing the damned Uruk instantly. It fell forward leadenly, crashing into the mud and making the arrow (which had perfectly embedded itself in it's neck) puncture through the other side.
A deadly silence draped over the two legions. For long minutes there was no sound but the rain falling and the thunder rumbling. Then there was a growl. This growl, coming from and Uruk-hai was like a contagious yawn. It spread of the 10,000 Uruks like a plague, until all of them were gnashing their sharp teeth and roaring at the top of their lungs. The noise was deafening.
"Leithio i philinn!" Aragorn screeched over the noise.
Over all of the sound the Elves fired their arrow, the tone of Aragorn's voice telling them that it was alright to fire at will. As Legolas fired arrow after arrow into the midst of the seething ocean of Uruks below he felt sudden remorse for Gimli who was unable to do anything but listen because he was too short to see over the wall itself and had no range weapon.
The Uruk-hai soon came to their senses somewhat, if they had any at all, and began to return fire.
Their strong, black arrows and crossbow bolt punctured through armor and mail, dropping many a fine marksman and swordsman. It was happening at a grievous rate and there were still many, many Uruk-hai left to go around.
After a long while of fighting the enemy started to show a few of the tricks that they had up their dark sleeve. From the back ranks they produced 50 or 60 tall ladders that they began to stake up against them. Legolas stared sullenly at this, knowing that many more of their army would be slaughtered. It seemed hopeless.
Legolas stared solidly at his friend Aragorn, squinting slightly.
"Are you out of your mind?" he cried. "We will all perish at the hands of those beasts!"
"You must have faith, mellon nin. Not all hope is lost." Aragorn said, wiping a clean cloth over his sword and re-sheathing it.
"Faith? Hope? How am I supposed to have those two things with the enemy on our doorstep!" Legolas cried, almost yelling.
"You speak folly, Legolas. Calm down. You are an Elf… ya know? Calm, cool, and collected?" Aragorn said. Something was wrong with Legolas and he could not put his finger on it. Maybe it was just having the enemy so close was making Legolas so high-strung.
"Folly?" Legolas whispered. He marched up to Aragorn and struck him solidly across the cheekbone, making Aragorn's head snap to one side. Legolas's eyes widened. What had he just done? Aragorn paused, eyes closed.
Legolas lowered his hand and turned to leave; tears on his face. He was ashamed at himself for letting his anger get in the way… and what was more? He had lost control and struck Aragorn.
Aragorn and Legolas did not see one another for the rest of the night, let alone speak with each other. Gimli knew nothing of this and suspected that the tension of battle was making the two friends edgy.
