Four

Eleniel

I whirled and ducked, avoiding those gnashing fangs and hairy legs, throwing knives the whole time. I had adopted my mother's skill for knife throwing. I could shoot a bow accurately, but I preferred the glittering steel.

"Eleniel!" I looked up to see my father grinning at me. "Welcome to the battle!"

I spun and sliced off the head of a spider behind me, then let the knife go. It sailed over Legolas' head and impaled itself in the spider rearing up behind him.

"Twelve!" I yelled, remembering how he used to compete with the dwarf, Gimli, during battles.

"Only?" He loosed an arrow and it brought down a spider behind my mother. "Twenty six."

I did pirouette and killed another three spiders. "Bring it on, old man!"

"Uuh, guys!" I glanced at my mother and was horrified to see her cornered by six black bodies. "A little help!"

Miriel

A pain in my foot brought me back to reality. I suppressed a yelp as feeling rushed back into my numb limbs. The Elven portion of my blood had started combating the poison, but it would still need to be healed. I squeezed my now-yellowish foot and a sickly white substance dribbled out.

"Euch."

I searched for my boot and sighed as I spotted it on the ground beside the dead spider. I swung myself off the branch and began my descent, cursing my stiff back.

The skin-changer's secret

I began packing as Beorn had disappeared from my sight.

This was going to be the adventure of a lifetime.