To be a Mortal in Love {Legolas X Aragon}

Eight

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Tolkien or his work :(

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The fellowship were drifting in and out of consciousness, all worn out from the long journey. Gandalf had insisted that they shouldn't rest for more that an hour, saying they should get out soon, but Legolas just wanted to curl up and sleep (with a certain ranger perhaps).

They came to a large open space and Gandalf finally stopped. "Let me give us some more light."

He lit the hall and it was like a dwarf-made forest. The tall pillars went on for miles, floor to ceiling, with beautiful details even Legolas was astonished at how beautiful it was; although he would never admit that, especially to Gilmi. He was walking along slowly, gazing up, when he felt something - or someone - brush against his side.

It was Aragorn. Since he'd fallen asleep on the elf a couple nights ago they had become a lot closer - more comfortable with each other's presence. Legolas smiled at him, seeing his face in bright light for the first time in a while struck him. Aragorn had stubble across his face and dirt smeared across his forehead. Legolas went to wipe it away, but Gimli suddenly burst into a run and shoved past them, running towards a room on the side.

Gandalf called after him, his voice echoing throughout the hall, and everyone followed after the dwarf. Far off, Legolas could feel a rumbling and he listened to the faint screams of evil creatures who dwelled in the dark. The room smelt wrong, and then all noise outside has stopped - it was as if they were listening... waiting...

"We must move on, we cannot linger." He told Aragorn softly as Gimli cried over his cousin's grave, but he knew the dwarf needed some time to grieve. It wasn't fair that these mines had been wiped out like this but Legolas worried that whatever had brought on this massacre was still here.

Gandalf picked up a book from one on the skeletons and began to read, telling them what had happened on that fateful day. "They have taken the bridge, we have barred the gates but we cannot hold them for long. The ground shakes. Drums in the deep. We cannot get out. The shadow moves in the dark. We cannot get out. They are coming..."

The passage cut off there.

Legolas turned to the door. He knew they needed to go. It was too quiet and he was certain the shadows were listening for them.

Just one sound could kill us all...

Just one sound is what Pippin made.

The descent of the corpse down the well was deep, clanging all the way and echoing into everyone's ears.

They held their breaths but they knew there was no way whatever monsters lived here hadn't heard that.

Gandalf slammed the book. "Fool of a Took!" He yelled, enraged. "Throw yourself in next time and rid us of your stupidity!"

The elf was the first to hear it: the quiet drumming rapidly approaching and the squawks of the evil, but then the screams got louder, becoming more excited and threatening with each beat of the drums.

"Orcs!" Legolas recognised the foul voices that had filled the air.

Boromir ran to the wooden door, several arrows narrowly missing his face, and slammed it shut. Legolas chucked axes from the skeletons at Aragorn so he could board the entrance.
"They have a cave troll!" Boromir yelled, unsheathing his sword while he turned to the hobbits. "Stick with Gandalf." He told them fiercely.

Legolas grabbed his bow and an arrow, aiming for the small gap in the door. They all stood defensively, the drums matching the terrified beat of their hearts, and Gimli growled. "Let them come! There's still one dwarf in Moria who draws breath!" He snarled and spat, swinging his axe enthusiastically.

The shouts grew closer still, and finally, the first tormented face showed through the gap. It was horribly disfigured, black burned skin and sharp yellow teeth with piercing slime green eyes.

Legolas shot directly into the orc's left pupil, watching his black goo spurt out over his kin, who became enraged, screaming and pushing at the door. The elf fired arrow after arrow, killing as many as possible but it wasn't enough.

There was a mighty roar as the door broke down.

The cave troll had arrived.

Orcs poured into the room, and everyone became engrossed with their individual fights. Axes and swords swinging in all directions and Legolas' arrows firing rapidly. Sam shouted, calling for help as the troll swung his massive mace at him. Legolas shot the beast in the chest, allowing enough distraction for Sam to run but the troll wouldn't give up on his prey so easily. It turned beck to Sam, who had collapsed onto the floor. The chains the troll wore held him back as Boromir and Aragorn tugged at them, muscles flexing and sweat dripping with the heavy pull.

The troll swung the chain, flinging Boromir aside like a rag doll into a gaggle of Orcs. One of them stabbed down at him but the demon was thrown to the side, a blade in his chest - thrown by Aragorn. Boromir quickly acknowledged his saviour as the troll was hit by a flying axe. The monster slammed down his fists at the culprit, but Gimli jumped to the side just as the resting place of the king was crushed to dust. Legolas watched the three other hobbits run to safety, hidden behind pillars as the troll attacked Gimli.
He fired several times at the beast, before Orcs swarmed around him.

Legolas cut them with his dagger, hissing when one of them sliced him with a poisoned blade. He spun his bow, knocking an orc off the ledge and plummeting it to it's wretched death, and shooting the other in the face. He stopped to catch my breath before the chain was swung dangerously close to him. The troll swung his chain like a whip, aiming for Legolas with each snap. The elf slipped, falling down and quickly rolling away and smirking as the heavy metal then wrapped around a pillar. He stepped on the chain and used it to get closer to the troll.

Legolas stood on it's grimy shoulders and shot straight down to it's head. The beast roared, shaking it's upper body and Legolas jumped off, wincing. But here was no time for pain, he told himself as he stabbed another orc.

Legolas waded through the fallen orcs, slicing in every direction, making his way over to Aragorn and Gimli, who were surrounded. He could see Sam hitting everything that came his way with a frying pan next, to Gandalf who was stabbing with staff and sword.

But the orcs kept coming and Legolas knew there was no way the nine of them could win...

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