Miredhel watched as Legolas charged into the army of orcs.
"Finally, a battle," she muttered and ran after the other elf. She
sliced off the head of the first orc she met. She sunk the blade of her
long dagger into the chest of the next orc. Miredhel whipped around to see
a huge orc standing over her, his broad-bladed sword ready to strike. The
elf brought her own blade up to meet his; she felt the impact of the
weapons vibrate through her arm. This orc was astoundingly strong; with
their blades locked, neither adversary could move. Miredhel felt her dagger
being forced down. Suddenly, the orc fell to the ground with a green-
feathered arrow protruding from his back. The elven runes on the shaft of
the arrow confirmed that it was Legolas'.
Miredhel looked up to see Legolas firing arrows rapidly; there was a
large circle of slain orcs around him. She saw Legolas stab several orcs
with an arrow before firing it. Miredhel notched her own bow and ran to
join Legolas. The two elves stood back-to-back, demolishing anything that
dare trod the least bit near them. Legolas saw a gargantuan orc charge
toward him, wielding a monstrous ax. Legolas shot an arrow straight into
his chest, but the orc still kept charging as if driven by an alien force.
Legolas reached to his quiver, but realized there were no more arrows
remaining. He looked up to see the orc within striking distance; Legolas
swung his bow into the head of the orc; he heard a loud crack, but both the
orc and the bow remained undamaged. He brought the end of his bow into the
stomach of the horrendous creature; the orc pitched forward. The elf ripped
out the arrow that he previously shot into the orc's chest; he stabbed it
straight through the creature's throat, and the beast finally fell to the
Legolas turned around and saw that the rest of the orcs had fled and
about ten scores of orcs lay around them. Miredhel was stood ten feet away
with a look of both disgust and pure excitement imprinted upon her face.
She stared into Legolas' fathomless deep blue eyes and neither of them said
The two elves piled the corpses of the orcs into a large bonfire-
just as the Riders of Rohan did.
Legolas stared into the flames, wondering if there was ever a time
where one didn't have to battle for their life on a regular basis.
"We should leave," Legolas turned to Miredhel, "the flames might
attract someone." Miredhel nodded.
The two elves mounted their steeds and rode off into the distance.