𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖆𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖓

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔗𝔴𝔬

I hear voices up ahead. Screaming. I smell something foul ahead. Something like a wolf but bloodier. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. I start running. It's not true is it? It can't be true. I should've told someone that this would happen. I could've stopped this.

I shoot the Warg in the head. It yells and falls. The orc flies off. I charge and take out a knife. I slice his throat.

"Legolas!" Aragorn cries.

"A scout!" I yell pushing the body aside.

Aragorn nods and runs back to Theoden. I run up the hill.

"What is it Aragorn?" I hear him yell. 

"Wargs! We're under attack!" Aragorn yells. 

I hear a series of screams. I grip my bow. I see the flood come. There are a lot more than I thought. I start shooting them. My heart seizes. I turn back. They run and they come. I run back to them. I need a better frame. I grab Gimli's ray and swing myself on top the horse. I grip the reins.

"Come on Legolas!" Gimli yells.

"Hold on Gimli." I say.

"Let's go! May the best warrior win!" Gimli yells.

"Is this really the time for games?" I ask. 

I turn and Gimli falls off the horse. 

"Gimli!" I yell.

There's no time. There are but a thousand Wargs and only one elf. I start shooting them. They're like an impossible whirlpool. I see a Warg charging at him. I shoot an arrow into it. Gimli looks up at me in a startle.

"That still counts as mine!" He yells.