Chapter 8 – The Seneon Falls
We rode together towards the falls. We had to reach there before nightfall to prevent any mishap to happen even though we could see clearly even on the dark. We did not want to risk our lives. We reached the falls before the moon rises. We settle down and put our horses near the huge tree there. The wind there was cool. It is so refreshing. I sat down near the falls looking at the beautiful golden trees which grew. The leaves were shining at night giving enough light for the surrounding to be bright. They looked so beautiful. I hoped that there would be a leaf for me to make a wish. A wish which could change my fate. I dipped my hands into the cold water and washed my face.
"The leaves are so beautiful. They are golden in colour. The Elves kin are fantastic. They had things and nature that the mens did not have." Said Aragon smiling broadly
I nod. Arwen went towards him and told him something. I heard the rustling of trees as the wind was blowing. It was late. We climbed up the trees and lay down to have some rest. I could not sleep. There is something in mind that bothers me. I could sense danger nearby. I held onto the elven cloak and watch the ground. Bright and the horses went into the woods. I noticed a shadow. Something big. An orc! How did they reached the woods of Mirkwood? There was something strange. This orc is alone but as I knew they roam around in groups. He must have leave the pack. The orc walked towards the tree I was resting on. I heard somebody calling my name. Awen. I looked at her. She gave me the sign of keeping quiet and I did.
"The smell of man. What is a man doing in the Woodland Realm. Ah, Isildur's heir… I could smell the blood of his."
I took out my arrow and shot his eyes. The orc was groaning in pain. It took out its sword and started screaming. I cannot let Arwen and Aragon to be hurt. There are visitors in my kingdom. I shot another arrow at his neck. It groan. Since I was tiny, I jumped onto his back and shot his brains. I saw Arwen shooting from the tree. Aragon was slaying his feet making the orc screaming. The Orc swung his sword back and forth. Aragon jumped from the tree onto the orc. He stabbed the sword onto the orc's back and I shot another arrow at his brain. The orc finally fell onto the ground and vanished into thin air.
"Are you ok?" I asked both Arwen and Aragon
They nodded and pointed on my hands. My hands were bleeding but I could not feel pain. Blood was oozing out. I told them not to be worried and rest. I climbed back onto the tree and wrapped my hand with the Elven cloak. I had no other choice. As I was about to close my eyes, I saw a leaf falling onto my palms. A wish I could make! I hope that my kingdom will be peaceful and that I could come back in one piece from the adventure. The next morning, I woke up and we rode back to the castle. Arwen and Aragon looked at me and asked me how is my hand. I said I am fine. How do I hide my wound? I do not want Father to be worried….