Cursed Forever

Chapter 2

Legolas' POV

The orcs were numerous, and my father and I were stationed at the front of the battlelines. Elves were falling in every direction, but we couldn't afford to retreat.  

Elrond roared in anger and disbelief.  

"What's wrong?" I yelled over the noise. 

He cried out, "Your sister is on the battlefield. Isn't that her white horse?" 

Valor, I cursed. My father would hold me responsible if she was slain in the chaos. 

He guided his horse in her direction.  

Elrond's POV

"My lady! What in heaven's name are you doing here?" I hopped off my horse and rushed to her side. 

"I want to fight with my people. My father just expects me to sit at home and wait to hear who was injured and killed. This is my choice." Her eyes were on fire.  

"Why is the little hobbit with you?" 

"He demanded to accompany me."  

Frodo wouldn't meet my eyes. I knew why he wanted to protect her. If he thought he could save the princess from an orc, he was dumber than he looked. 

She turned her horse around and guided it straight into the thickest part of the action. 

I followed her and the hobbit. I knew that if I let any harm come to his daughter, Thranduil would have my head. 

Hours later...

She was no longer in my sight. I was no longer focused on the battle, but now I was concerned about the safety of the princess. 

I saw her horse bolt past me without its rider.  A jolt of terror yanked at my heart, and I imagined the worst.  I guided my horse in the general direction that I had seen her horse come from, and I saw Frodo in the distance lying on his belly. 

Frodo's POV

Luthien hung off the edge of a cliff, and she was gripping on to one of my hands.  I had never seen her look so afraid.  

"You'll never be able to pull me up to safety. You're not strong enough, Frodo." 

"I'm not letting go!" I heard someone behind me dismount.  

"Take both of her hands, and I will hold onto your feet." Elrond demanded.  I could see the panic on his face, but he kept his voice calm.  

The hobbit and I pulled with all our might until we finally managed to yank the young girl to safety. She fell to her knees. 

"Forgive me, my lord," she whispered. "Please don't mention this to him."

"Mention what to whom?" Thranduil's voice boomed from behind us. 

Talk about perfect timing.  

I took a step backwards, and I looked down at the ground.  

Thranduil pulled his daughter to her feet. He looked furious and worried at the same time.  

"We shall discuss this at a later point in time. I am needed here, so I will expect the hobbit to deliver you safely home.  Mr. Frodo, if she returns to the palace safely, your reward shall be great.  If she isn't home when I return, your punishment shall be no small thing."