They know we're chasing them. They know we're hunting them. They've changed their course. They've quickened their pace. The winds now change.
"Aragorn, i winds gar- changed iór." I say.
(Aragorn, the winds have changed course.)
"Where is it taking us?" He asks.
I point to the high rocky cliffs.
"The air has gone stiller." I say.
"We must hurry." Aragorn says.
We run through the grass. My thoughts were spinning. I do not feel the darkness of the gaze of the eye of Sauron. I do not feel the biting air. The wind has gone sort. The air around me is dull. The air does not move. The fiery gaze I have felt is... no more. Why?
I climb onto the ledge. Has the world gone quiet? Why do I not feel the gaze of Sauron? Why do I not feel the fire? The evil of Mordor... I can no longer feel. I feel no evil. At least nothing noticeable. My breath is calm, and the ground even has gone quiet. Everything is asleep. Has a blanket of stillness wrapped over this world.
"Legolas! What do your elf eyes spot?!" Aragorn yells.
"I see the black winds of evil. I see the trails they take. They're taking the hobbits to Isengard!" I yell.
"Saruman." Aragorn mutters.
"We can't let the hobbits be taken to that foul place!" Gimli roars.
"We must hurry." Aragorn says.
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FantasíaThis is slightly different from the original movies because I am too scared to follow the rules because these movies have complicated lore. Legolas is the main character because he's practically invincible in the movies. Well, I'm changing that. Sau...