Chapter 13: Wolves
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Author's notes: in this chapter we will se what has become of Legolas.
"'Dan!" Estel shouted and ran as fast as he could to his brother. Elladan had suddenly given out, and was lying on the cold snow.
Glorfindel arrived a second later. He inspected the wound on his leg more closely, and seeing it, now his fears were confirmed, it was poisoned. It held a dark bluish tinge around the edges, instead of the vivid red of earlier. It must have acted slowly to make its presence known until that moment.
They wasted no time, and now Glorfindel asked them to clean everything in order for them to leave. After they had reloaded the packs on the horses' backs, Glorfindel called to his horse, Asfaloth. He was a white horse, and his coat was glinting in the pale sunlight.
After Glorfindel was mounted, Estel, being weak with the cold, could not pass Elladan alone to Glorfindel, so he was assisted by a guard.
Then he mounted in front of the guard, and together they started heading straight to Rivendell.
Thranduil was posed at one pole, and three other guards were set on the three remaining poles of the makeshift stretcher. They were walking as fast as they could, careful not to jostle Elrohir too much.
They needed to get him to a healer, so that his arm could be tended to. Thranduil was also worried for his son, not knowing where he was, or if he was alright. That worried him, but first he had to take care of Elrohir. Still there was no change in him.
Together, he and the three warriors were making it fast towards Rivendell.
Legolas didn't know what to do. The wolves had gotten nearer this time, and now they were looking directly at him, perched on the edge of the trap. Just a small step and they would fall.
He was hoping that later would not pass, as the space was really reduced, and it left him not enough space for him o fight.
On other thought, his back also hurt a lot. He knew that he must be having a large bruise, covering the mayor part of his back, where he had fallen. He also felt them on his left leg and arm.
According to this, he had landed on his left side, thankfully, and not his back. After falling he had rolled with the force of the impact and had rolled into his back. He had at least survived with only bruises, but he needed to see a healer to make sure he had not broken anything.
At this point the wolves were snarling and showing their big fangs. "They really appear to be hungry" Legolas thought. Now there were more than the last time, and he would not be able to take them all out should he come out.
They were approaching more and more each time. Saliva hung from their open mouths. They knew they had their prey trapped, and all escape chances were to pass by them.
Suddenly, a big grey wolf jumped in, and this caught Legolas by surprise. He took out his twin knifes, although it hurt to do so. Now he had to ignore the pain, or else he would be the wolves' dinner.
The wolf just stared at him, and in his eyes he saw triumph, the thriumph of having the prey cornered with no chances of escape. His yellow eyes were gazing at him, already expecting an attack. He was watching the Elf as a cat sees a caged bird, the prey unable to escape.
Legolas now didn't know what to do. If another wolf jumped in, he would be doomed. Still, some were reluctant to follow the one that had jumped, as it was considerable distance, but seeing that their companion had landed alright, more wanted to join in. Legolas hoped that wouldn't happen, if too many jumped, they would surely get him.
He was still gazing at his opponent. Suddenly it snarled, showing his great white teeth, and his huge canine fangs. He started cornering Legolas in the closed space, then without warning, it leapt at him.
Legolas had just had time to register the wolf coming at him in the air. Thanks to his Elven reflexes he could duck it, and the wolf just passed above him. He quickly stand up again. The huge animal turned and gazed at him again.
Now his eyes didn't held the same look as before, now they were angry, angry that his prey had eluded him being so close and caged. Legolas now didn't know what else to do. It was impossible to take out his bow and shoot him, due to the little amount of space.
The wolf took no warning and again charged at Legolas. This time Legolas didn't duck, he extended his right arm, with his long knife held, and tried to slash the wolf. He managed it, but not enough to kill him. He left a bloody gash along his left side, just over the ribs.
He also felt a sharp pain coming from his right arm. Watching, he saw blood seeping though his tunic. The wolf had bitten his arm, but with the momentum, instead his teeth had slashed Legolas arm. The wounds were deep, and the blood just kept oozing from it. Now Legolas was really in trouble. At the smell of blood, all the wolves were watching them more closely.
When the wolf attacked again, this time aiming for his neck, Legolas drew his left hand, and the tip of his knife enter the wolf's neck, until it protruded from the other side. At last he had killed him.
With some difficulty as he was just using his left hand, he drew out his knife off the wolf's corpse, and cleaned in the frozen ground. He took his other knife and also cleaned it, as it was covered with his own blood, before returning it to its sheath.
At last, he covered his arm with the remaining of his cloak, trying to stop the powerful bleeding.
Haldir was desperate. Not so common in the March Warden of Lothlorien. Some of his friends were lost, and he hadn't had any clue of their whereabouts. He just hoped that they were alright.
After a long walk, Thranduil was finally making it to the Last Homely House. He knew it was going to be a shock for Elrond seeing Elrohir in the state that he was in.
Hopefully, Elrond would heal him to perfect health again. He could already see the house from they were. He hoped that all the others would already be there, safe.
Now they were crossing the bridge of the river. After getting to the house, they discovered that Elrond already awaited them. After seeing that they were making their way with a stretcher, and the horses close behind, he didn't want to guess who it was. Apparently, he was unconscious.
He sigh at this, always, always at least one would get home unconscious. He made his way hurriedly towards them as the stable hands drew the horses away. When he reached Thranduil, he saw that it was Elrohir.
His skin was getting a blue tinge, and there were a lot of cloaks covering him, so after taking notice of this, he ushered them in the house of healing.
Together, with extreme care, they set Elrohir into one of the beds. Elrond and Thranduil thanked the guards and told them to go and rest.
Now Elrond began uncovering him from the many cloaks with Thranduil's help. After seeing the bounded arm, he asked where he was founded.
Thranduil now told him where they had found him, covered with snow. At this Elrond briefly closed his eyes. He thought that yes, his children had got caught up in the avalanche. He opened them again and asked "He was the only one buried?"
"Yes, I think so; we searched and didn't find anything else." After a moment he added "have the others returned yet?"
"No, you are the first to arrive" was Elrond's dry reply, as he was hoping that he could have said yes, the others are safe.
Now it was up to Elrond to make Elrohir get better.
TBC...
Response to Reviewers:
Deana: Yes, poor Legolas hasn't been found. And things in this chapter just got worst for him. :)
Slayer3: You could help them prank everyone else. Umm, did I said that?
Viresse: It was a slow acting poison, and it wasn't so strong as others. It will be better explained in the following chapters, and why orcs don't use it too much.:)
HarryEstel: Yes, sometimes cliffies are evil, but they are also interesting. Here is what happen to poor Legolas!
Silvia silver elf: I know how it feels to finally be out of school, and have more free time.
CKlovesme2040: Legolas is in dire need of help.
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