𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 | 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟

𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐧

You pushed the Orcs back, trying to get back to where Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Boromir, and the remaining hobbits should have been.

These were unlike most Orcs you'd fought before - they were Uruk-hai of Isengard. Bigger, faster, and unfortunately smarter, they were going to be harder to beat.

"Y/N!" someone yelled. Aragorn.

"I'm coming!" you screamed back, decapitating two Orcs at once before you even finished the sentence.

You finally gave up trying to fight so many on your own (it was asking to die) and just ran for it, dodging arrows as you weaved between the trees. On your way, you found Merry and Pippin, high-tailing it from the direction you'd also come.

"Y/N!" they cried.

"What are you two doing?!" you panted as your feet flew over the ground in longer strides than theirs. "Are you out of your mind?!"

"No!" Pippin sounded actually offended. "We're hobbits of intelligence."

You darted off to the side, grabbing the two and pulling them into a hollow tree with you, watching as the Uruk-hai ran past.

"Listen, what did you do?"

"We helped Frodo get away," Merry said adamantly, defending himself and his cousin with a determined directness.

"So did I," you panted, stealing a look out of the hollow. "Look, we gotta get back up to the others. Stealth, or storm?"

Something flew past you, and by the time you'd finished blinking, a quivering arrow was embedded into the cracking bark of the tree, mere centimetres away from the hobbits.

"Storm," all three of you agreed in unison, and you drew your swords again from where you'd sheathed them, running out of the tree.

Orcs growled and you winced when you found that they had surrounded you. You did all you could - fight. Slash a throat there, stab a chest there, blood spilling everywhere and making your hands slick with red. Merry and Pippin were not as adept fighters, though they tried well, and your heart almost stopped every time some sword or arrow came near to their flesh. You wouldn't let all you'd defended thus far be forsaken now - even if you had to die for it.

Thankfully, you didn't, because arrow after arrow came from the direction you were running in, and as you crested a small ridge, you saw the achingly familiar archer.

"Legolas," you gasped, short of breath, yanking Merry and Pippin to safety as your ... (you didn't know the word to describe your relationship yet, so you didn't), as he calmly took down Orc after Orc. "Thank you."

"It's fine, melleth nin," he said shortly, his concentration focused on each arrow he let fly. "Get those two to Boromir - he should be able to defend them."

"I'm not leaving you!" you protested, tilting your sword to brush aside an arrow that flew back towards you.

Legolas sighed and you grinned - it was evident in his pale eyes that he'd given up on arguing with you and your stubbornness. "Alright, hobbits - go back to Boromir. He can defend you better than we at the present."

The two nodded and scurried off and you hoped that you would see the troublemakers again.

"We can't hold them for long, Y/N," Legolas said through gritted teeth, as each Uruk-hai he shot down grew closer. "Let's fall back to Aragorn and Gimli."

"Good idea," you panted, deflecting another arrow aimed in your general direction with a flick of your swords. "Run!"

Legolas turned and sprinted. You ran to catch up with him, heart sinking as you realised you didn't have his Elven endurance and you would probably be shot down before you caught up to him.