Feä Bond (Legolas x OC)

Yrch !

Frantically searching her mind, the young woman observed as Aragorn detached himself from the trunk to get more space. The leader stepped back, apparently keen on watching the game that was about to be played. Suddenly a light clicked in her head. They had nor bows nor arrows, which meant that they could not take her down. Well, that was a bit different then, she though with a smile. As a yell resonated in the same husky voice as before, Frances refused to watch in horror as the inner circles of the group started moving on Aragorn. Instead pulling on the cord and knocking an arrow, she left the string fly and missed. Cursing under her breath and reloading as soon as possible, the corner of her eyes caught a scene she had not expected to witness.

For sure Aragorn was greatly outnumbered, but for now his dancing form was digging holes in to the first lines of orcs that had dared approaching him. He was everywhere, moving aside here and kicking there while beheading an enemy or disemboweling another. The energy and anger he poured in this battle was enough to make them flinch, and when his blade struck there was no hope left. His lethal blows were literally raining, the death dance putting him everywhere at the same time. Any moment of hesitation or slowness was punished. Severed members followed his long blade anytime it swung. The orcs, at first over confident and sluggish had become a bit more concentrated now that the heads of their companions were lying at their feet.

Targeting the leader that had his eyes lifted to the tree, Frances finally managed and the shaft of the arrow soon protruded from the orc's chest as he fell to the ground. Yay ! Frances gained a bit of confidence and started pummeling into her enemies. Releasing arrow after arrow, she started clearing the closest ranks, giving Aragorn some space. However, despite her keen work and the ranger's furious blows, they kept closing on him. The fight was becoming more difficult with such a long sword, and Aragorn abandoned it into an opponent while producing another shorter one in the same instant. The change had been incredibly swift, but still an assailant managed to take advantage of it, and while he got ready to stab the ranger in the flank, Frances released one of her last arrows. For an instant she though that it would miss, but fortunately she had anticipated well the movement of the orc. It didn't, piercing his left shoulder as he lifted the blade.

Then it was over. Her depleted stock of arrows protruding from the broken forms of bleeding orcs could do nothing more for her, and still more were coming. Aragorn's blows were getting weary, and the young lady decided once more against common sense. Launching herself into the branches, she finally ended up a few yards from the ground, behind the group, and she let herself hang with one hand as she produced her sword with the other one. The elvish blade rang into the mess of the battle, and she started shouting.

- "Want me guys? Come around and get me!!!", she screamed, her voice not as assured as it should have been.

She was only a few yards from the ground, but still easily reachable from one that could climb the closest branches. The diversion however, worked quite well as several orcs were cut down swiftly by an angered ranger. His shock was immense, but he did not allow himself some time to think about it as he took advantage of the breaking ranks to cut them from behind. This was insanely stupid and clever at the same time because the lure of fresh woman meat took precedence on numerous orcs. They rushed to the young lady and started climbing the tree now; their leader was dead and his orders forgotten.

This would not end well, but now that they had taken the bait it was time to get back to gymnastics and play the squirrel. As she made her way up, faster than a little tree mouse, two identical yells echoed through the woods, petrifying the orcs for an instant. The voices were elvish for sure, and the very slight distinctive tone between the two of them indicated that the twins had returned.

- "The tree!", Estel cried out.

Neither twins asked for details as one of them rushed up the branches, and the second came to fortify Aragorn's position. In half a minute, Frances realized that the tree was still again. All the orcs that had followed her were now laying on the ground. An instant after, one of the dark-haired elf landed on the ground without a noise, jumping into the fray immediately.