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Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings is not mine. Belethruv and a couple are mine, but not the others. Other: * will encircle things that are thought by characters. In the parantheses there will either be (el. ) or (t. ). (el. ) stands for the true form of elvish that I found on www.hobbitslive.com. (t. ) is the elvish on the Tel'Mithrim site at their elvish is somewhat different.
The Isle: A Meeting
A giant beast was running towards them. It called out through the loud bursts of wind. Towering above them the creature called out to them with a sense of anger. It was an oliphant. Its rider was directing it towards their small group. Within moments the oliphant had a number of arrows in it, but still it stumbled along. It headed towards the center of Belethruv's men. Swinging its head back and forth it tried to impale various men on its tusks. Aragorn led his horse parallel to the charging oliphant. His arrows were more and more accurate. Legolas rode Rimalith to the other side of the oliphant. Together the two brought the oliphant down after an oddly excessive amount of arrows. The beast fell to the ground with a loud moan. A voice from atop the falling creature called out, as he threw himself towards Talane. The closest to Talane was Belethruv but Belethruv chose the moment to be distracted in his horse's weariness. Talane tiredly brought his lance up just in time, as the larger man knocked him off his steed. Falling to the ground Talane brought his fist up under the mans chin. The man winced and choked with the pain and the force of the hit. They hit the ground startling Talane's horse who off running. The two struggled for a moment before the man was stopped by an axe sticking out of his back. The man fell to the ground with the axe pointing out of his chest while the axe's hilt was in his back. Blood quickly dyed the area red from oliphant and man. The group remounted after the horse was found and they took off once more.
There travel was not easy. The area seemed to not want them there. Torrential rain and wind forced them back every couple of steps. Not long after the first bout with an oliphant riding man, they soon met another. This one had "friends". A group of four oliphants and their riders approached them. This time they were not acting so crazed. They seemed to have a strategic plan. Within these moments the storm picked up as the oliphants approached. One of Belethruv's battle hardened men whimpered. They readied themselves for the approaching battle and soon it began.
The oliphants ran towards them. They were in a tight knit group causing problems in picking a single one off at a time. As if this was not bad enough, Legolas said a fifth was approaching from behind. Aragorn aimed his horse towards one of the front oliphants as he continued to shoot at them arrow after arrow. Legolas did the same as Gimli seemed to be along for the ride. The oliphants soon reached the readied men, and the men were scattered. Aragorn tried to aim his horse between the front oliphants and the two side ones, but there was not enough room. He desperately tried to turn the horse in time, but there was no hope. As his horse made it to the front oliphant's head, Aragorn leaped. He grabbed onto the creature's great trunk, just as his poor horse tried to escape. It was trampled under the mighty feet of the oliphants. Aragorn started to climb up, but the oliphant had other ideas. It started to try to fling him off. He barely hung on is it flung its head left and right with even greater momentum in its trunk. Below and to the right, Legolas was having problems of his own. Rimalith was quite frightened and did not want to leave Legolas to the massive brutes. She would not let Legolas get close enough to go try to help Aragorn. Legolas continued to fire arrows but soon ran out. He now was left with his elven knives. With a slight murmur asking for forgiveness, Legolas forced his horse to ride straight towards the towering beasts. Once he was close enough he dismounted and for a moment stared at the creatures as they thundered towards him. He then jumped and grabbed on to one of their legs and shimmed his way up. From Legolas' vantage point the oliphant had to either slow down and try to get Legolas off, or keep up with the charge. He opted for causing a bloody massacre. Belethruv and his group continued to try to slay the massive oliphants, who seemed to peculiarly be drawn towards mainly one of the group members, Talane.
Aragorn held tightly to the oliphant as the oliphant continued to try to get him off. Knowing he had to act or risk worse harm, Aragorn started climbing once more. *Falling would lead to a bloody, gruesome death. Though being impaled on a tusk would also do that,* Aragorn thought wryly. He continued up. Halfway up he began to slip down. The whole time he had to deal with the rain but now it was just ridiculous. The torrential rain was so hard that he seemed to slip more than climb. Many times he was almost flung off of the massive creature, who seemed to be totally capable of impale other people on its tusks as it tried to impale Aragorn. It had already been able to cause some damage. He had been thrown in to one of the bottom tusks, causing a bruising, and cut on his side. Blood now was dripping down his side, it slowly made its way down his leg and to the ground.
Each time one of the group's horseback men got to close to an oliphant, it would deftly swing its head. This led to near hits and more. Gimli was now having to deal with this. He was currently on one of the dreaded horses trying not to be trampled to death. His hopes was on one of the great beasts tripping and getting just a little to close to his swinging axe. The horse had other ideas, it kept just out of the oliphants' swing range. As Gimli made his was over to the far left oliphant he was joined by three of Belethruv's men. They were tired, and their horses seemed to be losing their speed. The four of them tried to start luring the oliphant off away from the other oliphants. Astonishingly, it followed. The riders of the other three oliphants, called out to it. There was no answer, not suprising sense its master had been killed by an arrow. The four led the angry oliphant farther away, but it was still dangerous. They started to try to loop to the back of the massive beast to get it from behind but, it just spun and faced the now off kilter riders. With a swing of his head, it attacked. Gimli ducked on the horse, as the tusks just flew over his head and barely clipped the horse's ears. The horse panicked and ran faster. Another was not so fortunate. He had tried to dodge the coming tusk, but was caught in his chest. The tusk broke countless ribs as it slammed into his body. The cracking noises were added to with the panicked neighing of the horse under him. These were quickly quieted as the oliphant attacked again and impaled the poor horse. With the horse now stuck on its lower right tusk the oliphant flung his head back and forth trying to be released from the dead beast. The bleeding body of the dead animal flew off and hit another rider straight in his back, breaking his spinal cord. He was then trampled.
Gimli continued just ahead of the beast with the remaining man of this venture. "There seems to be little hope but who cares as long as it goes down too", the dwarf muttered. The other man agreed and they charged the oliphant straight on. It seemed puzzled by this turn of events and slid to a stop. With this open invitation to slaying, the two launched themselves off their horses as they ran past it. Striking quickly they sliced through its tendons. More than a single chop was needed from even a dwarf axe. All the time the creature seemed to have wizened up and started to stomp on them. Trying to dodge they ran seeminly aimlessly around. Partially perplexed by the seemingly insanity of the men, it stopped for just a second to try to figure them out. With that moment the last tendon went, and it fell. The creature collapsed to the ground without a single working leg.
Aragorn, Legolas, and many more were still in danger. Advance had been made up the trunk but it never seemed to last long. A few feet from the top Aragorn decided enough was enough and changed his grip. Still holding on to the oliphant, except for an arm, he plunged his sword into its trunk. The oliphant screamed, as the others trumpeted in anger. Legolas looked up from his perch on a front thigh. Smiling at the ingenuity of it, Legolas followed suite. He plunged one of his elven daggers into the thick kneecap of the running oliphant. It screamed in pain and started to stumble. Legolas had expected this turn of events so held on to the oliphant and to his engaged dagger. The oliphant was left behind by the two other running creatures. Seperated from the others, the rider tried to see what the problem was. He could not see Legolas who was positioned under the creature's bulk. With one smooth move Legolas pulled out the blood-laden dagger and thrust it in one last time. The creature screeched a loud trumpet as it stopped running and almost fell to its knees. Given the lack of movement, Legolas quickly climbed up the rest of the leg and was able to pull himself over onto its back. There the rider was waiting for him. The rider faced him standing on the oliphant's back. The two of them stood up them for a second, before the bloody battle would begin.
Meanwhile Aragorn's oliphant tried to kill the hanging king. With every trumpet, blood spurted from around the sword wound. Aragorn pulled the weapon out of the maddened beast and sheathed it. The oliphant now decided it no longer carried to listen to its master and go chase after the riders of Rohan. It just wanted the annoying gnat on its face to die a gruesome death. It slid to a stop and reared to its back legs. The rider who had been trying to cling perilously on its back trying to regain control, slid off. He fell the great distance to the ground. Screaming all the way he land with a giant crack as many bones were broken. Aragorn held on as the beast fell down to its front legs. The force of its return to four legs almost flung Aragorn off. Instead, he started to climb once more hoping to make it up before the next buck.
Gimli and the other were making their way back to the group. Belethruv's men were still trying to take down one of the oliphants that was still under its rider's command. They tried the trick Gimli's group had done, and the oliphant was soon kneeling on the ground. On top, the rider yelled at them and to his charge. The oliphant started to swing his tusks back and forth as he tried to get up again. The ground was scraped by the massive tusks as were others. One man was to close when all of this started. He caught one of the tusks in his shoulder. Once snagged he could not get off. He was flung around as the oliphant continued to try to get up. Talane made his way to the beast's side where Gimli joined him. They started hacking at the hurt creature, with axe and lance. The creature threw its head up in pain. The stuck man was pulled upwards where he slid down the large tusk. Skin and more ripping, he was finally killed as the wound reached his heart. The man was halfway down the tusk as a stream of blood seemed to glide down the entire half of the tusk. Soon Gimli and Talane had caused enough damage as the oliphant finally died. On the other side Belethruv had made his way of the creature's back and killed the armed rider.
Meanwhile, Aragorn struggled from his perch on the oliphant the creature seemed to want to do anything to get him off. It decided now to try to roll on him. With a single strategic stumble, it fell lightly on its side and started to roll. Being on the oliphant's face, Aragorn was not squished; though it was quiet hard to hang on when he was upside down. The creature stopped for a moment with its legs kicking at the air and started shaking its head. Aragorn refused to release his hold on the oliphant. He started to slightly slide down but right now sliding down was bringing him closer and closer to the animal's brain. After a few moments the oliphant noticed the predicament and rolled back to its side and got up. It decided to try a new trick. It launch its self head first into the ground hoping to kill the king. Seeing the danger, Aragorn quickly swung himself to the other side of the trunk and braced himself. As the force of th ground hit, Aragorn was slightly thrown upward but quickly regained his hold. The oliphant was now quite dazed. That had hurt more than it had guessed it would, so it decided to go back to its earlier plan. It started to roll. This time Aragorn was ready.
As it rolled he slightly released his hold and started to slide the rest of the way down the trunk. With a slight movement he was able to change position, so as to not knock himself out on the tusks. Headfirst he approached the creature's head. Once near he quickly unsheathed his sword and laid it just in front of him on his sliding path. Now holding only by his legs, he grasped the sword with both hands as his momentum plunged the sword into the oliphant's head . He had been able to get it at such an angle that the sword started a bit above the trunk's start and went through to its brain. The oliphant moved no more. It laid on its back unmoving. Aragorn grasped the sword which had now halted and was swung into a feet first position. He had been swung in a 180 degrees. With Aragorn suspended slightly from the sword, it was pulled from its position. In a flow of blood Aragorn fell the rest of the way to the hard ground. He readied himself and rolled on the impact. Many bruises would result from the fall, but not to much damage. On impact he groaned slightly. His side seemed to open up even more. Gimli reached him first. He seemed to question Aragorn's health, but now was not the time to ponder it. There was still one free oliphant. Aragorn glanced towards the oliphant and to his friend.
Legolas was the last one in a deadly battle. The oliphant's back was quite slick from the falling rain. The man tried to keep his feet under him. Legolas faced the oliphant's rider. The two were armed and ready to fight. Legolas watched the rider advance on him. The oliphant under them started to stumble away from the approaching humans and dwarf. The whole body shook with each step, threatening to throw the two warriors off. The rider lunged at the elf with a lance. Legolas sidestepped. The rider quickly stepped back. Legolas seemed to spin his blades absentmindedly while looking for an opening. Actually, he had plans for his blades. Just as the man spun around swinging the long weapon in his direction, Legolas leaped. Twisting in the air he caught the lance's head in his hand. The man quickly pulled forward just as Legolas landed, pulling Legolas off his feet. On his knee Legolas suddenly brought his knives in front of him, keeping the man from a deadly attack. Silently Legolas brought himself to his feet. The battle needed to be finished quickly, before anyone else was killed.
At that moment, the man roared out some oddity. Legolas readied himself for an attack, but instead the oliphant stopped abruptly. Even without any forewarning, the elf was able to quickly regain his footing. But that moment had cost him. The rider was well aware of this as he brandished a bow and quickly readied, and shot it. The next thing Legolas felt was pain and weightlessness. The bolt had caught him in the shoulder, and forced him backwards. Stumbling Legolas neared the edge of the oliphant's back.. With a slight glance at the drop off, Legolas seemed to fall to his knees and slide off the back. The rider returned his attention to leading the oliphant. With the oliphant now heading back at the men, the rider smiled. He could not wait to squish and impale all of them. Feeling not alone, he approached the oliphant's side and looked back hoping to see the elf dead on the ground. He wasn't. Legolas gripped his blade that was impeded in the now trumpeting oliphant's side. With a burst of speed, Legolas pulled himself up as the rider watched. Blood was now coursing from the wound on his shoulder. Knowing his friends were not to far away from the oliphant's path, Legolas tried once more to end the battle. With great skill, he flung a blade towards the living rider. With a quick swing of the lance, the rider blocked the slowed blade. Muttering under his breath, Legolas launched his other blade deftly at the man. It entered into the man's chest. The man looked down at the blade, that was quickly being covered with his own dark blood. Slowly the rider stepped backwards, now unaware of what was going on. Turning slowly he fell off the oliphant's back. The oliphant was now afraid. The others of its kind had been killed, and now so had its master. Deciding to act, it bucked. Legolas dropped to his knees, to try to compensate but it was to no avail. He was thrown from the back of the oliphant. Finding himself falling, he waited for the crunch of breaking bones as he watched his own blood slowly arc behind him.
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings is not mine. Belethruv and a couple are mine, but not the others. Other: * will encircle things that are thought by characters. In the parantheses there will either be (el. ) or (t. ). (el. ) stands for the true form of elvish that I found on www.hobbitslive.com. (t. ) is the elvish on the Tel'Mithrim site at their elvish is somewhat different.
The Isle: A Meeting
A giant beast was running towards them. It called out through the loud bursts of wind. Towering above them the creature called out to them with a sense of anger. It was an oliphant. Its rider was directing it towards their small group. Within moments the oliphant had a number of arrows in it, but still it stumbled along. It headed towards the center of Belethruv's men. Swinging its head back and forth it tried to impale various men on its tusks. Aragorn led his horse parallel to the charging oliphant. His arrows were more and more accurate. Legolas rode Rimalith to the other side of the oliphant. Together the two brought the oliphant down after an oddly excessive amount of arrows. The beast fell to the ground with a loud moan. A voice from atop the falling creature called out, as he threw himself towards Talane. The closest to Talane was Belethruv but Belethruv chose the moment to be distracted in his horse's weariness. Talane tiredly brought his lance up just in time, as the larger man knocked him off his steed. Falling to the ground Talane brought his fist up under the mans chin. The man winced and choked with the pain and the force of the hit. They hit the ground startling Talane's horse who off running. The two struggled for a moment before the man was stopped by an axe sticking out of his back. The man fell to the ground with the axe pointing out of his chest while the axe's hilt was in his back. Blood quickly dyed the area red from oliphant and man. The group remounted after the horse was found and they took off once more.
There travel was not easy. The area seemed to not want them there. Torrential rain and wind forced them back every couple of steps. Not long after the first bout with an oliphant riding man, they soon met another. This one had "friends". A group of four oliphants and their riders approached them. This time they were not acting so crazed. They seemed to have a strategic plan. Within these moments the storm picked up as the oliphants approached. One of Belethruv's battle hardened men whimpered. They readied themselves for the approaching battle and soon it began.
The oliphants ran towards them. They were in a tight knit group causing problems in picking a single one off at a time. As if this was not bad enough, Legolas said a fifth was approaching from behind. Aragorn aimed his horse towards one of the front oliphants as he continued to shoot at them arrow after arrow. Legolas did the same as Gimli seemed to be along for the ride. The oliphants soon reached the readied men, and the men were scattered. Aragorn tried to aim his horse between the front oliphants and the two side ones, but there was not enough room. He desperately tried to turn the horse in time, but there was no hope. As his horse made it to the front oliphant's head, Aragorn leaped. He grabbed onto the creature's great trunk, just as his poor horse tried to escape. It was trampled under the mighty feet of the oliphants. Aragorn started to climb up, but the oliphant had other ideas. It started to try to fling him off. He barely hung on is it flung its head left and right with even greater momentum in its trunk. Below and to the right, Legolas was having problems of his own. Rimalith was quite frightened and did not want to leave Legolas to the massive brutes. She would not let Legolas get close enough to go try to help Aragorn. Legolas continued to fire arrows but soon ran out. He now was left with his elven knives. With a slight murmur asking for forgiveness, Legolas forced his horse to ride straight towards the towering beasts. Once he was close enough he dismounted and for a moment stared at the creatures as they thundered towards him. He then jumped and grabbed on to one of their legs and shimmed his way up. From Legolas' vantage point the oliphant had to either slow down and try to get Legolas off, or keep up with the charge. He opted for causing a bloody massacre. Belethruv and his group continued to try to slay the massive oliphants, who seemed to peculiarly be drawn towards mainly one of the group members, Talane.
Aragorn held tightly to the oliphant as the oliphant continued to try to get him off. Knowing he had to act or risk worse harm, Aragorn started climbing once more. *Falling would lead to a bloody, gruesome death. Though being impaled on a tusk would also do that,* Aragorn thought wryly. He continued up. Halfway up he began to slip down. The whole time he had to deal with the rain but now it was just ridiculous. The torrential rain was so hard that he seemed to slip more than climb. Many times he was almost flung off of the massive creature, who seemed to be totally capable of impale other people on its tusks as it tried to impale Aragorn. It had already been able to cause some damage. He had been thrown in to one of the bottom tusks, causing a bruising, and cut on his side. Blood now was dripping down his side, it slowly made its way down his leg and to the ground.
Each time one of the group's horseback men got to close to an oliphant, it would deftly swing its head. This led to near hits and more. Gimli was now having to deal with this. He was currently on one of the dreaded horses trying not to be trampled to death. His hopes was on one of the great beasts tripping and getting just a little to close to his swinging axe. The horse had other ideas, it kept just out of the oliphants' swing range. As Gimli made his was over to the far left oliphant he was joined by three of Belethruv's men. They were tired, and their horses seemed to be losing their speed. The four of them tried to start luring the oliphant off away from the other oliphants. Astonishingly, it followed. The riders of the other three oliphants, called out to it. There was no answer, not suprising sense its master had been killed by an arrow. The four led the angry oliphant farther away, but it was still dangerous. They started to try to loop to the back of the massive beast to get it from behind but, it just spun and faced the now off kilter riders. With a swing of his head, it attacked. Gimli ducked on the horse, as the tusks just flew over his head and barely clipped the horse's ears. The horse panicked and ran faster. Another was not so fortunate. He had tried to dodge the coming tusk, but was caught in his chest. The tusk broke countless ribs as it slammed into his body. The cracking noises were added to with the panicked neighing of the horse under him. These were quickly quieted as the oliphant attacked again and impaled the poor horse. With the horse now stuck on its lower right tusk the oliphant flung his head back and forth trying to be released from the dead beast. The bleeding body of the dead animal flew off and hit another rider straight in his back, breaking his spinal cord. He was then trampled.
Gimli continued just ahead of the beast with the remaining man of this venture. "There seems to be little hope but who cares as long as it goes down too", the dwarf muttered. The other man agreed and they charged the oliphant straight on. It seemed puzzled by this turn of events and slid to a stop. With this open invitation to slaying, the two launched themselves off their horses as they ran past it. Striking quickly they sliced through its tendons. More than a single chop was needed from even a dwarf axe. All the time the creature seemed to have wizened up and started to stomp on them. Trying to dodge they ran seeminly aimlessly around. Partially perplexed by the seemingly insanity of the men, it stopped for just a second to try to figure them out. With that moment the last tendon went, and it fell. The creature collapsed to the ground without a single working leg.
Aragorn, Legolas, and many more were still in danger. Advance had been made up the trunk but it never seemed to last long. A few feet from the top Aragorn decided enough was enough and changed his grip. Still holding on to the oliphant, except for an arm, he plunged his sword into its trunk. The oliphant screamed, as the others trumpeted in anger. Legolas looked up from his perch on a front thigh. Smiling at the ingenuity of it, Legolas followed suite. He plunged one of his elven daggers into the thick kneecap of the running oliphant. It screamed in pain and started to stumble. Legolas had expected this turn of events so held on to the oliphant and to his engaged dagger. The oliphant was left behind by the two other running creatures. Seperated from the others, the rider tried to see what the problem was. He could not see Legolas who was positioned under the creature's bulk. With one smooth move Legolas pulled out the blood-laden dagger and thrust it in one last time. The creature screeched a loud trumpet as it stopped running and almost fell to its knees. Given the lack of movement, Legolas quickly climbed up the rest of the leg and was able to pull himself over onto its back. There the rider was waiting for him. The rider faced him standing on the oliphant's back. The two of them stood up them for a second, before the bloody battle would begin.
Meanwhile Aragorn's oliphant tried to kill the hanging king. With every trumpet, blood spurted from around the sword wound. Aragorn pulled the weapon out of the maddened beast and sheathed it. The oliphant now decided it no longer carried to listen to its master and go chase after the riders of Rohan. It just wanted the annoying gnat on its face to die a gruesome death. It slid to a stop and reared to its back legs. The rider who had been trying to cling perilously on its back trying to regain control, slid off. He fell the great distance to the ground. Screaming all the way he land with a giant crack as many bones were broken. Aragorn held on as the beast fell down to its front legs. The force of its return to four legs almost flung Aragorn off. Instead, he started to climb once more hoping to make it up before the next buck.
Gimli and the other were making their way back to the group. Belethruv's men were still trying to take down one of the oliphants that was still under its rider's command. They tried the trick Gimli's group had done, and the oliphant was soon kneeling on the ground. On top, the rider yelled at them and to his charge. The oliphant started to swing his tusks back and forth as he tried to get up again. The ground was scraped by the massive tusks as were others. One man was to close when all of this started. He caught one of the tusks in his shoulder. Once snagged he could not get off. He was flung around as the oliphant continued to try to get up. Talane made his way to the beast's side where Gimli joined him. They started hacking at the hurt creature, with axe and lance. The creature threw its head up in pain. The stuck man was pulled upwards where he slid down the large tusk. Skin and more ripping, he was finally killed as the wound reached his heart. The man was halfway down the tusk as a stream of blood seemed to glide down the entire half of the tusk. Soon Gimli and Talane had caused enough damage as the oliphant finally died. On the other side Belethruv had made his way of the creature's back and killed the armed rider.
Meanwhile, Aragorn struggled from his perch on the oliphant the creature seemed to want to do anything to get him off. It decided now to try to roll on him. With a single strategic stumble, it fell lightly on its side and started to roll. Being on the oliphant's face, Aragorn was not squished; though it was quiet hard to hang on when he was upside down. The creature stopped for a moment with its legs kicking at the air and started shaking its head. Aragorn refused to release his hold on the oliphant. He started to slightly slide down but right now sliding down was bringing him closer and closer to the animal's brain. After a few moments the oliphant noticed the predicament and rolled back to its side and got up. It decided to try a new trick. It launch its self head first into the ground hoping to kill the king. Seeing the danger, Aragorn quickly swung himself to the other side of the trunk and braced himself. As the force of th ground hit, Aragorn was slightly thrown upward but quickly regained his hold. The oliphant was now quite dazed. That had hurt more than it had guessed it would, so it decided to go back to its earlier plan. It started to roll. This time Aragorn was ready.
As it rolled he slightly released his hold and started to slide the rest of the way down the trunk. With a slight movement he was able to change position, so as to not knock himself out on the tusks. Headfirst he approached the creature's head. Once near he quickly unsheathed his sword and laid it just in front of him on his sliding path. Now holding only by his legs, he grasped the sword with both hands as his momentum plunged the sword into the oliphant's head . He had been able to get it at such an angle that the sword started a bit above the trunk's start and went through to its brain. The oliphant moved no more. It laid on its back unmoving. Aragorn grasped the sword which had now halted and was swung into a feet first position. He had been swung in a 180 degrees. With Aragorn suspended slightly from the sword, it was pulled from its position. In a flow of blood Aragorn fell the rest of the way to the hard ground. He readied himself and rolled on the impact. Many bruises would result from the fall, but not to much damage. On impact he groaned slightly. His side seemed to open up even more. Gimli reached him first. He seemed to question Aragorn's health, but now was not the time to ponder it. There was still one free oliphant. Aragorn glanced towards the oliphant and to his friend.
Legolas was the last one in a deadly battle. The oliphant's back was quite slick from the falling rain. The man tried to keep his feet under him. Legolas faced the oliphant's rider. The two were armed and ready to fight. Legolas watched the rider advance on him. The oliphant under them started to stumble away from the approaching humans and dwarf. The whole body shook with each step, threatening to throw the two warriors off. The rider lunged at the elf with a lance. Legolas sidestepped. The rider quickly stepped back. Legolas seemed to spin his blades absentmindedly while looking for an opening. Actually, he had plans for his blades. Just as the man spun around swinging the long weapon in his direction, Legolas leaped. Twisting in the air he caught the lance's head in his hand. The man quickly pulled forward just as Legolas landed, pulling Legolas off his feet. On his knee Legolas suddenly brought his knives in front of him, keeping the man from a deadly attack. Silently Legolas brought himself to his feet. The battle needed to be finished quickly, before anyone else was killed.
At that moment, the man roared out some oddity. Legolas readied himself for an attack, but instead the oliphant stopped abruptly. Even without any forewarning, the elf was able to quickly regain his footing. But that moment had cost him. The rider was well aware of this as he brandished a bow and quickly readied, and shot it. The next thing Legolas felt was pain and weightlessness. The bolt had caught him in the shoulder, and forced him backwards. Stumbling Legolas neared the edge of the oliphant's back.. With a slight glance at the drop off, Legolas seemed to fall to his knees and slide off the back. The rider returned his attention to leading the oliphant. With the oliphant now heading back at the men, the rider smiled. He could not wait to squish and impale all of them. Feeling not alone, he approached the oliphant's side and looked back hoping to see the elf dead on the ground. He wasn't. Legolas gripped his blade that was impeded in the now trumpeting oliphant's side. With a burst of speed, Legolas pulled himself up as the rider watched. Blood was now coursing from the wound on his shoulder. Knowing his friends were not to far away from the oliphant's path, Legolas tried once more to end the battle. With great skill, he flung a blade towards the living rider. With a quick swing of the lance, the rider blocked the slowed blade. Muttering under his breath, Legolas launched his other blade deftly at the man. It entered into the man's chest. The man looked down at the blade, that was quickly being covered with his own dark blood. Slowly the rider stepped backwards, now unaware of what was going on. Turning slowly he fell off the oliphant's back. The oliphant was now afraid. The others of its kind had been killed, and now so had its master. Deciding to act, it bucked. Legolas dropped to his knees, to try to compensate but it was to no avail. He was thrown from the back of the oliphant. Finding himself falling, he waited for the crunch of breaking bones as he watched his own blood slowly arc behind him.