Legolas slashed his blades through the underbelly of the spider, spilling black blood on the dried forest leafs. Pulling his twin blades back, he used one to stab a spider in his mouth and his other blade to stab backwards into an orc who wanted to sneak up on the Mirkwood Prince.
While he was fighting the foul creatures, he was aware that Meldiron was fighting them as well. Though he knew his friend was due to come back today, Legolas just wished Meldiron did not have to come back to a situation like this.
Knowing his friend can hold his own in a battle; he returned his concentration on the matter at hand, or rather, at blades. Pulling his blades back from where they were stuck in between the eyes of his opponent, Legolas jumped up into a tree. He swiftly sheathed his knifes, grabbed his bow and strung an arrow, all in one precise movement. Locking his eyes on his target, he fired the green-feathered arrow, which flew soundlessly through the air and embedded itself right in the head of the intended target. But Legolas wasn't even looking at it, he had already fired another arrow which also struck with precision and another one was strung and ready to fire.
After wiping out most of the evil creatures together with the other archers, he jumped back down and got out his knifes again. His arrows were running out and seeing as he had no problem with being on the field fighting, he decided it would be just as well.
Glancing at Meldiron, he saw he was holding on very well on his own, though he decided he needed to talk to him after this.
Meldiron was surprised, needless to say, but quickly dismissed the matter.
"Terribly sorry, m'lady, t'was not my place." With that, he thrust his blade into an oppent, and continued on like this for quite some time, until the orcs were nearly gone. "I think they are all either dead, dying, or cowards." He turned to Legolas and the maiden he had run into earlier, but could not put a name to her face. He then waited for one of the elves to talk.
Linwe smiled weakly at the male elf who had tried to protect her. "Do not judge looks by how one reacts," she replied. Turning gracefully, she stabbed the last orc. Pulling th blade out of the dead fiend's stomach, she went over to the two elves. "I think we should check the borders before continuing on," she said as she wiped her blade off, "My name is Linwe." She curtsied to the elven king and the other elf.
Meldiron nodded. "Then it is a pleasure to meet you, Linwe. And I agree, M'lord, we should send out scouts for the borders."
The few men and spiders that had escaped the mirkwood beating had come running back to the mountains and had told reports of all that had happened.
In a huge hall beneath the earth many goblin men and spiders were awaiting the speech of their master:
"A new age we live in, or so they say, and it has started well has it not. But i will have rule over middle earth and you all, my first followers, will have the highest positions in my new empire. Some of you have already tasted war in Mirkwood, but that was not a drawback, now we shall rise again, Sauron before us, then Sauron, then i Grima, who shall take a new name. From now on all of you shall call me Necromancer."
Some of the oldest goblins were confused at this strange remark, thinking only the dark lord could be called the Necromancer. But on their new lords orders, they went about the lands in disguises and slowly spread word and rumors that the Necromancer was returning.
Meanwhile, a new small army had been ordered to march westward from the new made fortress in the misty mountains (the fortress is somewhere near the SOURCE(BEGINNING) of the Sir Ningler or gladden river). Its sole purpose was to destroy the peaceful shire that Grima Wormtongue (the new Necromancer) had hated so much when he had been there.
Meanwhile Nethwen Estel and a guard of Mirkwood were riding around. They were searching for Legolas. "Where could he have gone off to?" Nethwen wondered. "You heard about the fight with the goblins, maybe he was taken captive or killed and we have not found him yet." The guard said. Nethwen had a grim look on her face, but she shook her head. "He is not dead, and what reason would they have to take him captive. He must have gone off and just decided not to tell me." Nethwen said. Then she turned to the guard that had been escorting her around. "I had better ask my Uncle if he knows what has happened to Legolas." Nethwen said, then she turned her horse and rode back towards the elven kingdom.
As they rode that way, they both saw many wildmen attacking a single elf. "We had better help!" Nethwen said. She pulled out her bow and began to shoot the wildmen, she had been taught by Legolas, although she was not as good as him.
Once they came close Nethwen and the guard dismounted and pulled out their swords and began to fight.
Once the wildmen were dead, Nethwen wiped her blade and put it in her sheath. "Are you alright?" Nethwen asked. She nodded. "Well, I must go and meet with my Uncle." Nethwen said, she mounted and raced off without another word.
"Uncle!" Nethwen called when she arrived. "Yes Nethwen?" Thranduil asked, he could tell she wanted something. "Where is Legolas? He has gone missing." Nethwen asked. "He has gone to Edoras. He knew that Lord Aragorn was there and wanted to speak with him." Thranduil explained. "Oh." Nethwen said. Then she turned and walked away. "Where are you going now?" Thranduil asked. "To Edoras." Nethwen said simply. "Shouldn't you tell your Father before you go off on another adventure?" Thranduil said. "Father won't mind. I would rather be off on an adventure with Legolas anyway." Nethwen said with a smile. Thranduil smirked. Ever since they were very young Nethwen had always been Legolas's shadow.
Just before she disappeared, Thranduil called to her. "I will send a message to you Father anyway. If he doesn't worry your Mother will." Thranduil said. Nethwen nodded then disappeared.