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It was not the strong breeze that woke Legolas from his elvish sleep, neither was it the heavy snoring of the dwarf. He awoke from his open-eyed rest by fear; something did not feel right and he could not understand why. Slowly he sat up from his sleeping position, his keen hearing picking up every sound in the clearing where he and his friends lay. Whispers, he heard whispers coming through the trees, his brow furrowed as he tried to decipher the noises. He considered for some time that perhaps he was dreaming, as his companions were all sleeping soundly. He cocked his head in thought. This could not be right. Boromir and Pippin were supposed to be on watch and yet when he turned to the small hobbit, it was clear that he had fallen asleep at his task, and as a result never woke Boromir. Legolas cursed under his breath. He tried to not let his anger overwhelm him, this was precisely why he had wanted to take watch. He thanked the Valar that he had managed…. Crunch.

Legolas whipped his head around swiftly in the direction of the noise. Despite his superior senses, the dense forest and the darkness made it hard to pinpoint the location of the sound. He heard whispers once more. He stood up and as light as a leaf walked over the grass to avoid disturbing his friends and came to a tall oak. He touched the bark lightly.

'Is it you my friends that whisper to me?'

He shook his head in disagreement, 'Nay it would not be you, these voices are filled with anger'.

He focused his ears on the sounds of the forest, taking in every single sound, from the movement of the leaves in the wind, to the creatures scurrying on the ground. He closed his eyes, urging his hearing to locate the voices. He heard a voice, nay, many voices. Voices of men, becoming louder and louder. Legolas opened his eyes and looked around himself, searching. There were no men that lived around this border, especially not this close to the elven realm of Lothlorien. However, Isengard is not too far away, are these the voices of Saruman's wild men sent to find the ring? Legolas swallowed dryly at his thought. Legolas took in a deep breath and again, focused his attention to the sounds. It was still, it was quiet, too quiet. He pulled out one of his knives and held it firmly. Despite his elvish sight, he still found it too dark to make out anything clearly. However, as if Valar had realised his concerns, the night's sky cleared, revealing the bright moon. It provided light in the darkness, light which aided the elf. Suddenly, a shadow appeared, Legolas took a step forward, the shadow moved. He unsheathed his other knife and stood still, senses on high alert. Then suddenly, like a quick flicker of fire, he saw bright light reflect off a pair of eyes. Legolas poised himself, as a hound slowly stalked towards him. The hound came into full view under the moonlight, it's body, large and strong. Legolas gripped his weapons tightly, preparing himself to fight the hound. There was no doubt that it was from a hunting pack, sought to sniff them out.

The hound began to run towards Legolas, its long, sharp teeth in full view, it jumped up and pounced towards the elf, but in one swift movement the elvish blades were buried deep into the vicious and deadly creature. Though to Legolas's dismay, it was well trained. With its last breath the hound roared loudly calling to his pack. The elvish knifes struck the beast again and its body dropped heavily onto the floor. Legolas stared at the lifeless form and turned back to his camp. He noticed that Aragorn was slowly waking from the sounds of the loud howl, but that was not Legolas' main concern. He listened out into the forest once more and swallowed hard when he heard the whispers turn into angered shouts. The sound of the other hounds roaring out in response echoed through the forest. The Fellowship were no longer safe. Legolas sprinted over to Aragorn and abruptly woke him up. Aragorn, who was clearly startled, sat up in one quick motion.

'Legolas what is it?'

Legolas was already making his way over to Boromir and Gimli to wake them, 'We are being hunted!'

Aragorn eyes widened in shock, 'What!'

'I just killed one of their hunting dogs, they know of our location.'

Aragorn did not need to hear anymore; he too began to wake the hobbits.

'Frodo, Frodo you must wake up!'

Frodo's eyes groggily opened, 'What? What is going on?'

Aragorn tried to keep his voice calm, 'We are being hunted Frodo, we must move.'

Startled, Frodo sat up and instinctively started to gather his things, 'Who is hunting us?' he asked loudly.

Legolas who was ready to leave, answered; 'Wild men if my ears are correct. They have a hunting pack too.'

'How much time to we have?' asked Boromir urgently.

The shouts of men and the barks of the hounds were now so close it was deafening.

'We need to move! Now!' ordered Aragorn.

'We cannot outrun dogs' snapped Boromir.

'Let us take them on!' growled Gimli.

'And what of the Hobbits? They are exhausted!' replied Aragorn taking note of the four hobbits, standing behind the warriors.

'We will fight!' shouted Merry.

Aragorn didn't wish to believe it, but they stood less chance running away then they did by standing their ground and fighting.

Legolas stood in the middle, bow aimed to kill; Boromir and Aragorn stood beside him poised to fight, while Gimli stood in front of the hobbits, axe raised high.

They only way they could survive the attack was to stick together. They all knew it was only a matter of seconds until the fight came to them.

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