Can You Thaw This Heart Of Mine?
Chapter 9
Turning around, Legolas and Tauriel saw Bolg with his army of orcs, slowly circling the two as to ensure that they cannot escape.
"You elves are sneaky..." he snarled, "Get them!"
"Wait!" yelled Legolas and hurriedly embraced the elleth. The orcs were deeply surprised.
"Before you kill me," continued the prince, "let me say farewell to this elleth."
Bolg was in deep thought, but then again, he saw no way that the elves would escape, and so he gave them permission. Legolas nodded and hugged her tight, his hands on her back.
"Just go with the plan..." he whispered and snaked his hand down to the bottom of her bodice. There, he retrieved a dagger and Bolg knew that he could never trust an elf the same way they can't trust his kinsmen.
"He has a weapon!" snarled the leader, "Get them! Now!"
The orcs quickly circled in and were about to harm the elves, when a yelp came from one of them.
Everybody froze. Soon, the orc fell on his knees and was out. To everyone's bewilderment, there on his back, was an arrow protruding from his back. More of the orcs fell and Bolg turned back to see who was seizing his army...to his frustration, he saw that it was none other else than Thranduil's army.
The elves siege the place and the orcs waned in number. Bolg fumed with rage and hurriedly grabbed the prince who was fighting along side Tauriel and dragged him off to the uppermost part of their lair.
"Legolas!" cried Tauriel, and raced after them. The prince felt as if his bones were being crushed by the way his adversary held him around his body.
"Let me go!" yelled Legolas as he tried to resist. Bolg complied but he cruelly punched him, knocking him down. Before he could reach his bearings, the prince felt another punch...he felt dizzy. As his arms flailed around for support, he laid his hand onto a metal bar and decided to use it as his weapon and began to hit the orc.
Bolg smiled and moved toward Legolas like a stalking lion. As the prince staggered on his feet, the orc circled slowly, enjoying the way he was taunting him. Legolas jabbed with the bar, but Bolg dodged. The elf tried to corner his enemy and finish him there.
Suddenly, there was a pounding on the door and Legolas knew that it was no other than Tauriel. He couldn't help but look back as she yelled his name. The prince snapped his head back up, but it was too late. The attack was a blur.
Bolg swooped toward him like an eagle. The metal bar felt heavy in his hands and knew that his party had been slow. Bolg dodged again. As Legolas tried to retract the bar, the orc's hands shot out and grabbed it...his grip was strong. They struggled violently, but soon, Bolg over powered him, and Legolas instantly knew that the tables have been turned.
Suddenly, the walls of the room disappeared and there was the blow of cold wind. Bolg had cleverly diverted the prince into their place of final battle. The balcony, and below was a hundred foot drop.
Bolg wasted no time. He lunged and the bar's pointed tip slid towards Legolas' torso. He skidded back in time and the point only caught up his shirt. The orc jabbed again and he skidded farther back. Legolas took his chances and looked back. To his horror, the banister was right there and there was no more room for him to step back.
The orc's arms exploded forward and held the bar crosswise against Legolas' chest, he applied force and the prince's back arched over the chasm.
"Goodbye." he sneered with a merciless glare and gave his final shove. Half way through the struggle, Bolg dropped the metal bar and let out a scream of agony.
The enemy spun away from the prince and over his shoulders, Legolas saw Tauriel with her daggers. Both were bloodied. Bolg lunged for her and she tried to the dodge, but the orc was on her, holding both of her wrists- trying to wrestle the weapon away.
Legolas acted quickly and grabbed the metal bar that fell on the floor. With great effort, the prince accelerated and stabbed the creature on the back. This time, there was no scream. Bolg stumbled backwards into the railing. Legolas and Tauriel went for him and were both heaving and pushing. The orc's feet swung up off the floor and he continued to fall backward over the banister. From above, they both heard the crack of his spine...and the sound of victory.
"No one messes with these elves."