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Scanning the water he soon found the reason for their path. Out about two lengths was a moderate sized boat. It was crudely crafted but sailed quite well. A smaller boat was sent ashore, with a crew of two. All but the flighty friend boarded. The horses were given over to the flighty one who seemed to nod and head back east. Once all were on the small floating raft they headed to the larger boat. Within a number of minutes, they had mounted the ropes and were aboard. The small floatable then was tied once more behind it, in order to be dragged. Without wasting a moment they headed out to sea. The boat sailed for three days. They were past the commonly known land marks when they soon saw an outcrop of a shore. The shore held many majestic and twisted trees. Legolas smiled at the land filled with trees, glad to soon disembark from the now leaking "boat". Oddly enough the crew of the boat decided to just ram the boat into the shore. Legolas, Aragorn, and Gimli stood together discussing the events that had just occurred. Finally sensing the oncoming crash, Aragorn looked up from his conversation with the dwarf and immediately tried to ready himself. And in a couple of seconds they crashed. Unnaturally dexterous Legolas grabbed the dwarf with one arm. With the other, he grabbed Aragorn's should as the king flew forward. The rest (besides Legolas' surrounding people) were thrown across the surface of the boat till they skidded to a stop. Complaining they pulled themselves up. Without an explanation the captain shooed them off the boat. They headed toward the great trees.
Legolas was once more at peace. These trees had been through things he could currently only guess at. They were quite different from the trees back in Mirkwood. There seemed to be something not quit right about the area, it turned out that he was quite right. A length inside the jungle they ran into the remains of a warg. "He strayed onto our path", a cloaked child said. It would take them a part of the day to reach their destination. The whole time all kept an eye out for the elusive wargs. Soon they were without viewing distance of their destination. The jungle was still dense, but an outcrop of a mountain peaked through the leaves.
The wargs seemed to know this too. It started with a muffled cry. Everyone looked backward towards Gimli who just shrugged. Such a cry would not have come from the powerful dwarf. Within seconds they acknowledged the fact that they had "lost" one of their own. The elder of the cloaked figures rounded everyone up and told them to follow him towards the mountain. Without a look back he took off at a quick pace, expecting obedience. Gimli started to scan the trees as they took off at a run. Belethruv had joined him at the back, he hoped to be able to kill one of the terrible creatures. Aragorn and Legolas tried to watch the middle of the group. Within moments the battle begun. A warg pushed itself towards Belethruv's throat. Gimli slammed the axe into its thick body through the back bone to the ribs. The warg shreiked then fell to the ground without another noise. Belethruv gave him a withering look. For a second, Gimli almost wished he had not helped. Muttering Gimli stood on the body as he pulled to try to dislodge it. It just would not release his axe. Meanwhile, more wargs had launched themselves at the small group. Aragorn brandished his sword as one moved towards them. This single warg was joined by another, and another...and so on. With a single leap the warg jumped at Aragorn. Aragorn easily dodged this slow moving creature, spinning his sword, his hilt soon was soon pointing up. Within seconds, it was in the warg's neck. Blood flowed out of the wound, as it tried to call out to the others. The wounded warg was soon struck down by an elvish arrow. Aragorn effortlessly removed his blade from its neck as he heard the wargs call back and forth to each other. The kids had been trying to scare them off, but for the moment their "dodging" seem to be helping the most. With a glance backwards, Aragorn stepped back for a second then spun a quarter turn. Inside of these few minutes he had brandished his own bow. Soon he was felling warg after warg. Throughout the battle Legolas had slowly pushed further away from the group. He noticed this now, along with his diminished supply of arrows.
Legolas had already released arrow after arrow into the appendages and different points in the bodies of attacking wargs. Aragorn was fighting the wargs with his sword. The others of the group were trying to hold their own but seemed to be severely under trained. Oddly enough their supposed "leader" had left them to their own devices. With a number of deaths to the warg population, the group made a dash down the path. They soon found a number of footholds that could be used to scale the cliff they now faced. Allowing the younger fighters to climb first, Argorn and his group quickly drew themselves up. The climb seemed harder then usual. But then again, they had already had to fight off a number of wargs. Near a ledge they found the leader. He drew open a massive door and motioned them in.