thanks to my reveiwers! and sorry I took so long to update! I went on a surprise holiday for a couple of days.. so ya!
oh, I don't have spell check, (for some bizzar reason) or a beta reader (I seriously don't know what that is.) but I'll work on my spelling. Let me know if you have any requests and/or see spelling mistakes!
Legolas cried out to his friend as Aragorn stabbed the orc through the neck stopping his arm in mid air. Black blood spilled out onto the grass. Legolas, relieved that his friend was alright for the time being, took advantage of the astonished orcs and shot some of the few that were left. The last of them fell victim the Aragorn's blade.
"Aragorn!" Legolas rushed over to his friend, "Are you alright? No, never mind you're not, don't try to convince me otherwise. I should have guessed that." he smiled at his friend as he moved to look at the wound. It wasn't very big, but it was deep and bleeding.
"Legolas," I am alright!" Aragorn tried to convince his friend without success as he searched through his pack for bandages.
"Aragorn, I don't have many healing supplies with me but-" Legolas broke off frowning and put his finger to his lips. Mild cursing was heard coming from the path leading towards the palace. He looked at Aragorn apologetically and Aragorn nodded.
"It is alright Legolas, I am alright for the time being, your home comes before my minor injuries." and Aragorn mounted his horse as Legolas did the same and they galloped down the trail away from the palace. They could not avoid the orcs without getting off the trail and even an elf could have trouble finding his or her way back to the origanal path. Aragorn was in no condition to fight (that's what Legolas thought at the very least), but where they were origanaly headed there were healing suplies there, and hopefully, if they rode hard, they would be there before dusk.
Soon after, orcs came carefully into the clearing. "Yes, everything is going as planned." and laughed, jeered and followed the trail with their noses.
"Aragorn!" Legolas cried out to his friend as he grimaced and fell forward on his horse. "What is the matter?" he brought his horse towards his friends and stopped it.
"Nothing, I just have a bruise that I hit," Aragorn told his friend who was not quiet convinced.
"Are you sure mellon nin?"
"Of course!"
"Well, I will see. We are not that far from the clearing... just a few more minutes."
Aragorn couldn't see how Legolas could tell they were getting close. All of the trees looked the same to Aragorn, but then again, he was an elf. "So where is this place of yours?" he asked to keep off that topic.
Legolas grinned, "You will see. It is a very interesting place, and I will tell you that is is amazing." he stole a glance from his watch on the trail to look at his friend. "Aragorn... Are you sure you are all right? You're grimacing again." He remarked as Aragorn was about to protest.
"No fooling an elf huh? Well I just bruised my ribs and riding is jostling it and my shoulder." he gave a small smile. "Mellon nin I am alright? Are we here?"
His friend glanced at the tree to the right. "On the edge of the clearing, then we will see how hurt you really are."
"Legolas... Something is wrong, the horses!" Aragorn said, and in fact the horses we very squeamish and side stepping their eyes rolling.
"Aragorn... get down and away from here! Something is coming," his friend said in a low voice, "Now! Namaarie Mellon nin." and his Aragorn's horse took off down a unseen different trail to the left. "The horse will take you to the palace. I will follow soon." he called after him.
Aragorn was helpless to stop the horse with his shoulder as they whizzed down the trail, all of the trees a brown blur. All he could do was hold onto the saddle and close his eyes. Why? Why would Legolas act like such a fool? I am alright! Aragorn thought, how could he do that? He could still fight! The only thing he had not told his friend was that he might have broken a rib or badly bruised it. Other than that, it was just his shoulder.
The horse slowed down to a trot and the palace came into view after about an hour or so of this speed flight. The great river ran alongside the palace with great beeches towering above its banks. The palace entrance blended into the hill side, its great oak doors camouflaged within the brush. An dark haired elf came out to meet him as he almost fell off the horse as he jostled his ribs.
"Where is Prince Legolas my lord?" the elf asked with concern as he helped him off the horse and away to the doors.
Aragorn sighed, "He is still on the path, something was coming and he made me leave." he looked at the elf suddenly pale, "He is still out there!"
"Ah! A little elfling caught in a trap!" a black shadow said from the edge of a path, it cackled menacingly and stepped or slitherd onto the path revealing it blackend body. The thing had a long snake-like scaly, black, body that slithered towards him shaking its triangular shaped head, all of its red eyes fixed on him. Many men would have cried out in fear, but Legolas of Mirwood was a hardened warrior. He had seen death and sickness in these grounds and in battles and was ready to defend his home. the fair elf drew his bow and notched an arrow his hands quicker than sight.
"Fell beast-" he began, but it had darted back into the shadows, making it impossible, even for an elf, to see its body. Not even the eyes gleamed in the dark. So Legolas was left to circle slowly relying on his senses to guide him. There! he said to himself as something darted across the brush, he released an arrow ahead of the sound. A horible cry echoed in the forest, slightly stiffled by the dense trees.
"You cursed elf! You shall die!" it hissed and a tail came out of the underbrush swiping at his legs making him collapse and pinning him to the gorund. The head lunged out with an arrow lodged in its eye and stuck his shoulder with her long fangs. Legolas cried out in pain for even he could not hold in something that painfull. Its teeth came in contact with bone leaving a tooth lodged in it. A warm liquid splashed onto his face and seeped through his body and the elf knew no more.
"Enough Shebak! He is unconscious. Leave him be." a rough voice said.
"Or else what?" the snake said as she bent her head ready to take her prey.
"Have you not forgotten our deal Shebak? Your home for the prince."
Shebak hissed but backed off the elf and into the shadows. "Thats right, now go back to your home with your eggs and do whatever you want." the voice said again but the great snake was gone
Alright! you guys kept me on my toes looking up things in the dictionary! I probably still have a few mistakes.. but it should be better than my last chapter.
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