/Legolas' point of view/

I sprint toward the place where the creature must have fell to the ground, feeling pleased at stopping them from fleeing. It was close though, them having almost disappeared in the canopy.

Jumping over a branch and turning the corner, bow raised, I freeze at the sight before me. I can't tell what I'm looking at. There is only a heap of feathers and leaves with a leg sticking out. What is this creature? "Mani naa tanya?" (What is that thing?) I whisper, startling slightly when it moves. I can feel my eyes widen as a head is raised from between the feathers. It is a woman!

"Mani naa essa en lle?" (What is your name?) I ask watching her struggle to her feat, my eyes widening even further if possible as the feathers seem to attach to her person in the form of wings. That explains why she could fly like that, but that is all. In the end it leaves me with even more questions.

She does not answer and stumbles a bit towards me, making me pull the bowstring tighter. "Lle rangwa amin?" (Do you understand me?)Again no answer as she moves about, looking around confusedly, though not seeming to be able to focus. I suppose a fall from that height would do that to anyone.

"Stop moving!" I order, switching my speech to Westron. It seems to have some effect as she freezes up for a moment before turning to look at me, her brown eyes focusing on me. Now I can really see the damage I caused as the arrow is still planted right in the middle of her stomach, a large red stain surrounding it. Taking a closer look, I asses her from head to toe.

She is a pretty female, despite her state. Her hair is a warm light color, tied in what used to be a braid, but is rather messy at the moment, filled with brown leaves. Her eyes are just as brown with golden specks and hold a warmth to them, even though they are glaring. Her cheeks are flushed, from pain no doubt, while the rest of her skin is sun kissed and soft looking. She is overall very lean and from the look of her muscles, she is quite fit. The shattered bow lying on the floor next to her indicates that she is no stranger to battle. Though it makes me wonder why she didn't try to defend herself.

I am taken aback when a dark scowl crosses her face as she doubles over, stumbling for a moment before falling over onto her side with a grunt. Sighing at the pitiful sight of her, I put away my bow and step closer.

/Therith's point of view/

I breath hard, the pain in my stomach almost too much for me to bare, but that is not all…my left wing feels strange and I'm certain that it's broken. I can't retract them either. Trying to curl up in a ball, I notice feet coming closer.

"Stay away from me!" I sneer. I don't want him anywhere near me, calling me a thing and all. Oh right, and he shot me down! One would almost forget. "I'm afraid I can't do that. I can't very well leave my captive out here to bleed to death." he says, making me scoff. "And who's fault would that be, I wonder?" I asks sarcastically.

I hear him sigh before he crouches down next to me. "You sure that's wise?" I mumble showing him my sharp nails, making him scoot back a little and out of reach. "Fair enough." he says before settling down. I raise a brow. "What are you doing?" I ask. "I'm waiting. You will pass out eventually." he states as a matter of fact. I frown at this, knowing he is probably right about that. I curse at him in my mind and at myself for being so weak.

"Tell me," he starts. "-what are you exactly?" he asks in a bored voice, but I can see a deep rooted curiosity in his eyes. "I do not have to tell you anything." I say as I lay there glaring at him. Why does he have to bother me with questions? "I suppose you don't." he says, looking rather disappointed.

I take a sharp intake of breath , making him look up sharply. My vision starts to swim for a moment before slowly clearing again and I settle back down, trying to get as comfortable as possible. If he wants to wait, fine, but it will last him!

"Will you not yield?" he questions, sounding a bit experated. It makes me chuckle. "What does it look like?" I counter, surprised to see his mouth twitch upwards before the notion disappears again.

An hour later we are still in the same place, not having moved an inch. By now it has gotten quite dark. I watch him stand up as silently as possible, trying to use the darkness to his advantage in getting closer. I smirk at that. "Do not bother. I can still see you as clear as day." I say, my voice hoarse. He freezes at that before sighing and sitting down again.

I feel my body shiver at the cold drawing in. Moist gathers on me, clinging onto my skin as if determined to make each breeze feel like frost. "What is your name?" he tries again as he tried several times in the past hour, making me roll my eyes. Will he never learn? "What will it matter if you know my name?" I ask, not caring. "Probably not much, but I am curious to know with whom I have acquaintance, also, you might prefer me calling you by your name rather than addressing you as 'woman'."

I think it over before shrugging. "If it pleases you that much…I suppose you can call me Therith." I finally answer, making him smile for real this time. "Wonderful. Now was that so hard?" he mocks. "Yes." I state bluntly. "No need to be uncivil." he says smartly, making me scoff. "I don't know about you, but I do recall you shooting me, so excuse me if I come across as unfriendly." I say before couching a little. The movement wrecks my body with tremors of pain.

I sigh as my body settles. "My name is Legolas." the elf suddenly states, making me look back at him surprised. He shrugs, making me blink a few times before letting my head far back on the moss with a heavy sigh.

Looking up into the sky, though I see none of it through the thickness of leaves, I try to figure out what to do from here. What would Gandalf do in our situation? I rub my hand together unconsciously, my fingers growing numb.

I start as something covers me. Looking down I see that a cloak covers me, shielding me from the cold. I look back wide-eyed as Legolas steps back to a distance that is just out of my reach. "You are starting to drift off." he states rather smugly. I glare at him. "Ego, mibo orch." (Go kiss an orc.) I insult him, making him chuckle. "So you do speak some Elvish, though that was not a very kind thing to say." he mocks. "I'm not trying to be kind." I grunt.

"I wonder…" he starts, making me raise a brow. "If we would have met under different circumstances, would you have been kind?" he asks, almost as if to himself. "I guess you will never know." I mutter, making him look down at me with an odd gaze. Having a hard time keeping my eyes open, I say; "Will you please not stare at me like that as I sleep? You're freaking me out." He smiles. "I promise." he says before I finally find myself unable to open my eyes again. "Olo vae." (Sweet dreams)