The Darkling(Legolas/The Hobbit) Book 1 ✔️

XV

To Jackelyne8 - For telling me to not stress myself

She had not seen any familiar faces for the last hour, her arms furiously hacking away at the enemy as she occasionally glanced around to look for her friends. Thranduíl suddenly appeared next to her, his blue eyes surveying the battlefield around them before he met her eyes,

"We are pulling back to the city."

"Legolas?"

"I told him you were already there, so he is on his way to meet you." She could not help but grin slightly at the nonchalant way he said it, and even saw a slight twinkle in his eyes as he gazed back at her. "Come," he said his hand stretched out towards her as he swiped at an ork that was advancing at him from behind. He did not even spare it a glance.

She grasped his outstretched hand and let him pull her up behind him on the elk, immediately switching her blades for the bow and arrow, shooting as many of the enemy that she could as they moved towards the gates of the city.

As they passed the gate, she was suddenly thrown of off the elk, and she tumbled to the ground, rolling until she managed to get her feet beneath her again. Quickly erecting herself and twirling around, she searched her surroundings to find out what had happened to Thranduíl and the elk. When her eyes landed on the dead elk fury flamed up inside her, and she growled dangerously as she searched around for the elven king.

When she finally spotted him she took a moment to just take in how he moved as he fought, he certainly had not forgotten how to fight during his time on the throne. Moving in behind him she parried a blade meant for his back before ducking as he twirled around, his blades barely missing her head.

Between the two of them they managed to clear the courtyard in a couple of minutes, both breathing heavily as their eyes scanned their surroundings before lowering their swords.

* * *

"Adar (father)!" Legolas came running around the corner, his eyes furious – no doubt because he had been lied to about the whereabouts of Arya. Once he spotted her right next to his father he slowed down again, his eyes fastened to hers. Breathing out slowly he walked towards them, his twin blades lowered, as his gaze moved from the bottom of her feet to the top of her head and down again, his eyes moving from one place to the next to check for injuries.

Once he reached her he pulled her body to his, pressing a kiss to her forehead before pulling away from her again, his gaze again wandering down her body to check for injuries.

"I am fine, you worry too much, Legolas."

He smiled softly back at her, as if he knew something she did not.

"Legolas, gather our troops, we are leaving this place." Thranduíl swiped his swords on the bottom of his pants before walking towards them his gaze wandering over towards his dead elk as emotion flashed over his face.

"You can't just leave!" Arya exclaimed, her wide eyes going from Thranduíl to Legolas to se if he was going to listen to his father. "They will die without your help! Daro a maetho (stay and fight)!"

"Everyone dies at some point. They will just meet their end sooner than anticipated." Thranduíl's cold gaze moved from her to his son, his eyebrows furrowing as he saw the troubled look on Legolas' face.

"Adar (father)..." Legolas started, his troubled eyes going from Arya – that was certainly not going to agree to come with them if they left, to his father, who was adamant to leave. "We cannot leave the men and... dwarves to defend for themselves. If we let them beat us today their powers will only grow, and even our guards will be able to keep our people and home safe."