This place smells foul. It smells like blood and the rotting smell of Uruk-hai. There were weapons and discarded tools. There was a pile of bodies wrapped in spoke. I grip my bow tightly. The air is still yet I can still feel the battle from it. It's something ghastly.
"There's nothing!" Gimli yells.
"Gimli, we mustn't give up." I say to him.
I hear Aragorn's heavy breathing. Yet... there is also something else. I cock my head. I hear something else. Singing? It sounds like a blissful melody that falls like rose petals. Am I hearing things? It falls into my ears like a river. It's soft and beautiful. I turn my head to the forest of Fangorn.
"Legolas?" Aragorn asks.
"Nothing." I turn.
I don't even know if I'm hearing this correctly. It's probably nothing. Aragorn kicks a helmet and screams in anger. I let out a breath. He looks down.
"They cut themselves lose." He holds up broken string.
He then moved to another patch of broken grass.
"They ran." He says.
"Ran to-- oh no..." I mutter looking where he's looking.
" The Forest of Fangorn." Aragorn mutters.
The singing gets louder.
"There is something ancient about this place. They say a white wizard lurks in the forest." I say.
"Casting spells no doubt." Gimli lifts his axe.
"We're going in, but be careful this place is old as the earth itself." Aragorn says.
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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖆𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖓
FantasyThis 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...
