Orcish Revenge
Chapter 8: Blood
Legolas rolled out from under the two swords and stood. He cried out with joy as he saw Glorfindel, standing firm, holding Hindike's sword up with his own, just inches above where Legolas had lain just seconds before. Hindike grunted loudly with annoyance as he spun round, shaking off Glorfindel's sword. He swung around, narrowly missing Glorfindel's right shoulder. Glorfindel ducked as Hindike took another swing, he stood quickly and knocked Hindike back. He advanced quickly, before Hindike could regain his balance. Glorfindel took his first swing, Hindike held his sword up awkwardly, desperately trying to block the attack. But he could not hold against the strength behind the swing. Hindike's sword flew out of his hand and he stumbled backwards again. As he stumbled he drew another sword from its sheath. Glorfindel advanced with speed and agility, catching Hindike by surprise, only just managing to hold his ground. He fought Glorfindel back, but Glorfindel just forced him back again, higher up the hill. Hindike was knocked back again. This time he quickly regained his balance. They both paused for a moment and breathed heavily. Hindike glared at Glorfindel, his mind racing. Glorfindel closed his sore eyes and listened carefully.
Hindike ran at Glorfindel swinging his sword wildly. Glorfindel stepped aside and swung at Hindike's turned back. Hindike was too quick this time; he spun around and caught Glorfindel's sword with his own. He pushed Glorfindel back. Glorfindel tripped on a large rock. He fell backwards and landed on his back. Hindike wasted no time; he stabbed downwards at Glorfindel. Glorfindel rolled to the side. Hindike tried again but Glorfindel rolled again. Hindike swung down quickly this time, Glorfindel caught Hindike's hands and kicked him in the chest. Hindike stumbled back and fell. Glorfindel silently sprang to his feet. Hindike scrambled to his feet. Realising that Glorfindel could not see, Hindike drew his knife. It had a Dark blood-red hilt and the blade was a shimmering black. Glorfindel paced calmly towards Hindike, watching him carefully. Hindike did the same, any sudden movement and he would attack. They circled each other, each waiting for the other to make a move. Hindike grew tired of waiting and ran forward. He swung at Glorfindel's chest. Glorfindel held his sword out and glanced the blow aside. He tripped Hindike over as he ran past. Hindike rolled and got up quickly. He charged forward, still only half standing.
He lunged at Glorfindel, thrusting the knife into his side. Glorfindel dropped his sword and fell to his knees. Blood pulsed through in his ears. More blood ran down his left side. Hindike smirked in triumph as he saw Glorfindel's face fill with pain. Legolas shouted and ran at Hindike, tackling him to the ground. Hindike pushed him off and threw the exhausted Elf to the ground, he jumped to his feet and laughed.
'Today I faced the great Legolas, the magnificent Gimli and the so very famous Hobbits of the fellowship. And it shall be known that they were defeated by the unheard of Hindike!' He laughed again as he picked Legolas up by his collar. Legolas spat in his face. The smile disappeared from his face, he wiped his face with his free hand and lifted Legolas higher. He drew his knife again, ready to claim another life it seemed to glimmer as it drew closer to Legolas' chest. Legolas closed his eyes. He thought of the sea and of Gandalf and Gimli. Then his took a deep breath and fell. He hit the ground; as he landed he hit his head hard upon the rock. Blood splattered across his face. He gasped for air, it came surprisingly easy. He could feel the blood covering his face. His chest heaved but did not seem to be the source of much pain.
He slowly opened his eyes. Hindike was lying near by, his knife still held tightly in his hand. Legolas moved his head up slightly to see if Hindike was watching him. He choked as he saw it. Hindike's head was looking at him as he had feared, but it was lying several feet from the neck it had once sat upon. Legolas sat up, despite the pain in his head. He saw Glorfindel standing on the hill, his sword in hand. The sword was glimmering red in the dying twilight. Gimli was sitting with the hobbits in silence. Legolas winced as the pain shot through his body, he clutched his head. Gimli looked up and wiped his eyes. He stood and ambled towards Legolas, kneeling down beside him he caught him in a one-armed hug.
Legolas smiled wearily and looked back at the hill. Glorfindel was gone. Legolas' smile left his face as worry returned. He stood slowly, staring at the empty hill. He walked slowly towards the hill, and then jogged, then he broke into a run. He ran over the hill and down the other side. He ran to a stream and began to cross it. He stopped halfway across and looked around him. In the failing light he saw Glorfindel, his bloodied frame lying under a willow tree a little way up the river. He ran towards the tree. The water forced against him, pulling him away from the tree. But Legolas pushed on. He came up onto the bank and knelt by Glorfindel's fallen body. There he wept
Revised version - Some slight additions and modifications, fixed spelling and grammar etc. No changes to the story, just an improvement on the writing.