I already had the first 3 chapters typed up so that's why I updated so fast XD Review and let me know what you think! Also I saw I slipped up and called Tarnim, Tarmin in the summary and once or twice in the first two chapters. This is because originally it was supposed to be Tarmin haha
Thranduil had little time to react as he threw his daggers at two of the orcs who had their arrows trained on him. Both daggers hit their mark, directly piercing the hearts of the enemy. While not as skilled with a bow as Tarnim, Thranduil thought himself a fairly good shot and sent an arrow flying for the last orcs throat. It lodged itself there and the foul thing toppled on to the bodies of the others. Quickly the prince sank to the ground beside the silver haired elf. Tarnim had taken three arrows, two in the back and one in his shoulder. He lay on the soft ground clutching at the leaves while his body involuntarily shook in pain which drove the arrows further into his body.
Thranduil knew that he had to remove the arrows immediately as they would only do more harm to Tarnim if they were left to be pushed further into his back.
"Mellon, I must remove the arrows, they will only hurt you worse staying in." Thranduil said gravely. A barely conscious Tarnim nodded, understanding it had to be done. Thranduil tried to keep calm for the sake of his friend but as he pushed aside blood soaked platinum locks of hair he knew Tarnim was in grave danger. Placing his knee on the elf's good shoulder he quickly removed the arrows, already realizing that they had the poisoned tips so common of orc weapons. Staunching the blood flow with ripped pieces from his tunic, the prince rummaged through his pack to retrieve some simple herbs and bandages. He returned to Tarnim who had fallen into unconcuisnesss.
"It is better you sleep right now anyway, mellon." Thranduil murmured as he gently removed Tarnim's tunic so that he could clean and pack the wounds before bandaging them. Once he replaced Tarnim's clothing he turned the older elf over and gasped at what he saw.
The other had a thin trickle of blood coming from the corner of his delicate lips. Thranduil was no healer but knew that was a sure sign that at least one of the arrows that had went through Tarnims back had punctured an organ. I must get him to Rivendell and quickly! Thranduil frantically thought as he gently picked up the other elf and placed him on Nenowith. He swung up behind and swiftly spoke to Lainmi, who like Nenowith had untied himself during the chaos, to follow behind. Nenowith took off towards Rivendell with Thranduil holding firmly to Tarnim.
As Nenowith approached the gates of Rivendell, Thranduil slowed her to a steady canter. The guards opened the gates quickly when they noticed the slumped form of Tarnim and Nenowith clattered in to the stone courtyard. Elrond came out to greet the two elves but hurried forward as he noticed not all was well.
"Orcs..Tarnim…shot." Thranduil gasped as he slid off his mare and gently lifted Tarnim down.
"Let me take him to the healing room and I will do what I can." The regal brown haired elf had seen the now dried blood on Tarnims lips and feared for organ damage. Thranduiil reluctantly passed Tarnim gently to Elrond. As the healer slid his arms around the strong elf, Tarnim let out a gasp for breath and went still. In that moment both Elrond and Thranduil knew that thier friend would no longer walk on Middle Earth.