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Aragorn clutched at his sword, breathing through his teeth as he turned slowly on the path, trying to gauge how many Warg's were around them. The small path, although long, was incredibly narrow with trees overhanging it on both sides.

The Hobbits were all huddled around Gandalf, who had his staff raised in front of him, his sword dangling by his side. Gimli stood just to the left of Pippin, axe held aloft, eyes narrowed, breathing heavily. The sand-covered Boromir stood next to Legolas, both Man and Elf had their weapons out, Legolas leaning towards the trees in front of him, listening intently.

'Keep moving down the path.' Instructed Aragorn, pushing forwards, feet crunching on the dirt path. 'The longer we stay here, the more of a target we become.'

Merry grabbed his cousin's forearm, dragging him behind him, continuing up the path. They still couldn't see the exit to the wood and the growling and snarling had started to get louder. Frodo clutched at Sam's arm, his loyal gardener grasping hold of Frodo's sleeve, pulling him along in much the same fashion as Pippin and Merry. Following Gandalf, the Hobbits ran as fast as their small legs could carry them.

Legolas, however, hadn't move from his previous spot. Aragorn noticed that he was stood stock still, as straight as a pole, listening.

'Man cenich?' he asked, sword held in front of him, Boromir on his right, Legolas now on his left. The Elf slowly stretched his bow, sending an arrow singing into the trees, another high pitched yelp following.

'Four, maybe more.'

Legolas turned to Aragorn, his eyes dull, hurt. 'The trees betrayed us; they lied.'

'There are many under Sauron's command.'

'I know, but never has an ally of the Elves lied to us before.'

Aragorn was about to answer when a low, thunderous bark emitted through the trees, heavy footfall hitting the ground, breaking sticks, kicking up dirt.

'We must get out of the wood.' Instructed Legolas, turning and pushing Aragorn and Boromir in front of him, Gimli already running down the path; they could not fight here, there wasn't nearly enough room to win a battle. Though enough room to die in one. They caught up with Merry and Pippin, who seemed to have got separated from Frodo, Sam and Gandalf. Aragorn and Boromir pushed them both violently forwards, almost sending them to the ground.

They hadn't made it twenty paces before a Warg was upon them.

A fierce claw slashed at Legolas's back, and the Elf just managed to twist away before it made contact, eyes bright with fury and adrenalin. Aragorn and Boromir turned, Merry and Pippin not far in front. Looking at each other in panic, they turned to the Hobbits.

'Run! Stay with Gandalf-' he was cut off by a shout from Boromir, who turned and slashed at his attacker. Aragorn could still see Frodo and the others in the distance. He couldn't risk Frodo getting hurt, none of the Hobbits. Not now.

'Run!' he shouted again, turning away.

Aragorn brought up his sword and slashed at the beast attacking Boromir, hitting its leg and bringing it down, Gimli finishing it off with his axe.

Then another, larger than that one, came thundering out of the woods. Its small eyes, black and beady were in the middle of a huge head, its thick, dark brown fur matted with blood, saliva dripping from its huge mouth, rows upon rows of teeth glistening in the dying sunlight above them.

Legolas lined up an arrow and shot. It hit true, embedding itself into the flank of the beast, not hindering it in the slightest. The Warg just howled, a disturbing, blood curdling sound that filled Boromir with fear, and launched itself at the Elf.

Aragorn watched in horror as Legolas fell under the immense weight, one claw slamming into each of his shoulders, driving him into the dirt. The Ranger ran forwards, screaming in defiance, slashing at the creature. The Warg, however, just batted him away violently with its paw, sending Aragorn into a tree.

Gimli ran forwards but stopped in his tracks when yet another Warg, a smaller one, lumbering out of the forest. The Dwarf yelled, helmet almost hanging off his head, and swung his axe, looking up at the beast before him.

Then came another Warg, only this time it was different. On top of this one rode an Orc. Boromir looked up at the creature riding its beast, sword in hand. The Gondorian swallowed and charged forwards, swinging his sword, catching the Orc on its side, throwing it from his twisted steed. Running around the beast, which had carried on running, Boromir drove his sword down, cutting through flesh and bone. He didn't notice the Warg come behind him and let out a yell of pain and surprise as a huge paw cut across his back, sending him face forwards into the dirt. He turned around on the ground, pushing up his sword in front of him, the Warg, which had just leapt to put an end to its pray, was impaled upon it, keeling forwards into the trees, Boromir beneath it.

Aragorn shook his head, pushing all signs of unconsciousness away, moving onto all fours on the forest floor. Looking in front of him he saw Legolas, still pinned under the Warg, neither dead, but both fighting to the death.

The Elf, being long and thin, had managed to find a rivet between the front paws of the Warg, lying on the ground, looking up at the underbelly of the beast. He had managed to dislodge one of his Twin Knives, but with his hands slick with Warg blood, it was difficult to maintain a grip. Leaning up, clutching at his knife, Legolas let out a gasp when he was thrown back to the ground, a sharp claw ripping through his tunic on his shoulder, a deep gash clawed out by the Warg above him. He quickly sucked in a deep breath and drove upwards with his knife. Much like any other creature, the Wolves of Isengard were weaker on their underbellies. Legolas knew this and closed his eyes as his knife hit its mark, sending a deep cut through its stomach, showering him in blood, stomach acid and undigested food. Now smothered in liquid, Legolas turned away, onto his stomach, crawling away from the creature before it fell on top of him.

His winced and gasped as a sharp pain shot down his arm, travelling to his fingers and back again. He crawled best he could with one arm until his collapsed to the ground, turning onto his back, left arm clutching his right one. He looked up, blinking blood and various other things out of his eyes.

Straight into the face of an Orc.

Eyes widening, Legolas didn't have time to breathe, let alone move as the Orc smiled fiercely, small, discoloured teeth showing on its green face. It raised its sword and plunged it down, its mark; Legolas's heart.

Aragorn moved faster than he had in his whole life, careering past Gimli, who had just finished off his Orc, pulling out the small dagger he kept sheaved most of the time. He almost slipped in his haste, but stayed on his feet long enough to strike at the Orc's back, the creature screaming, its head thrown back.

Legolas looked up, eyes wide as the Orc before him twisted around before falling forwards. Legolas just had time to register the small, white handled dagger before the Orc fell, recognising it to be Aragorn's. The man himself loomed in front of him, a trickle of blood running down his face from a cut on his forehead. He groaned as he tried to sit up, his right up burning with pain, particularly his shoulder, where he wound was.

He saw Aragorn's concerned look, but shook his head, gritting his teeth and standing up. Looking around the clearing there was just one Warg left alive. It was on the ground, keening in agony, Gimli's axe embedded in its back. It panted, long drawn out gasps of breath before falling over sideways, its eyes open.

Gimli gave a bark of triumph and wrenched his axe free, Boromir turning in a circle, certain all the Warg's were dead.

Legolas, still clutching his arm, looked up the path they were running up. After a few moments he murmured. 'The others have left the forest; the path is clear.'

Aragorn nodded, pushing Gimli in front of him, nodding at Boromir who followed the Dwarf down the path, towards the end where Gimli could just make out a formation of white rocks, behind which lay the Mountain.

Legolas and Aragorn walked quickly, but not fast, Aragorn more concerned about the Elf's injury. The man himself had sustained a laceration to his head, just above his hairline which was bleeding, but he was in very little pain. Legolas however, looked to be in a much worse state.

The Elf was clutching at his arm, blood covering the back of his hand, apparently trying to hold the wound closed. His face and body were filthy, covered in a dark red fountain of blood, staining his clothes and his hair scarlet.

'It will heal.' Murmured Legolas, smiling at the Ranger's concern. 'I have been injured before, Estel.'

'I know, and each time seems to be worse than the last.'

'I am fine...I am just thankful we got the Hobbits out alright.' Legolas suddenly became angry. 'The Trees are now our enemies; we can trust no one.'

'We knew that when we set out, Mellon Nin.'

Legolas sighed, looking up. They had now reached Gandalf and the others, Boromir and Gimli sitting at the edge of the forest, breathing heavily.

Now they had left the confines of the forest the sky seemed much brighter. But with the light came clearer sight.

Oh, Legolas! You look terrible!' gasped Pippin, looking at the Elf in horror, who was now in full technicolor bright red.

'I am fine, young Hobbit.' Smiled Legolas, looking down at himself, realising how bad he looked to the others. 'My injuries will heal quickly, don't worry.'

'Were you not being truthful with us, Legolas?'

Everyone stopped as Gandalf spoke, Legolas turning to the ageing Wizard.

'What do you mean?'

'You told us the trees said it was safe for us to cross their borders.'

'They were lying...I was betrayed.' Legolas looked down, angry.

'I see.' Gandalf nodded, turning away, leaving the Elf in front of him looking on. 'We must make it to the White Rocks of Caradhras before nightfall...we can make camp there for the night before continuing South.'

The rest of the Fellowship nodded, following on.

They only hoped danger would be lessoned under the Great Mountain.

I hope that battle scene was better than the others, I certainly enjoyed writing out the imagery a bit more...

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