𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖆𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖓

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶

Nazguil's scream in the sky. I look around. So much blood. So many orcs. Yet... I can't help but look up at the sky. A black rider charges. Not just any black rider, my heart almost freezes. The Witch King of Agmar. A horrible man, but now a creature of the shadows.

"Legolas." I hear the creature call.

It's calling to me. I can almost think that Sauron is behind this. It's probably best to ignore him. No living man can kill this creature. I don't want to waste my arrows. I know he's looking for me. I don't want him to see me.

"Stop hiding prince of the elves." I hear.

I mustn't be tempted by his screams. I dig another arrow into an orcs head. I can't find Aragorn or Gimli. But more orcs are pouring in, which means I'll win for sure. 200... 2001... 2002... 2003. I draw back.

"Come out come out wherever you are tiny prince." He calls.

 I turn. I see Theoden King. The Witch King of Agmar charges. Oh crap. I start running. Somehow, I owe him. Before Theoden King can get munched, I shoot an arrow into the giant lizard thing, and it throws me aside with its long neck. I slam into the ground. The Witch King laughs.

"There you are." He chuckles.