A Promise- a LOTR Fanfiction (Legolas) ❤︎ ✓

Chapter 18: Battle of Hornburg- Part One

"A Eruchîn, ú-dano i faelas a hyn an uben tanatha e faelas!" Aragorn shouts in Elvish, and I wrinkle my eyebrows in confusion. What? "Show them no mercy, for you shall recieve none!" Well, that's encouraging, I think sarcastically.

The Uruks come to a halt at the base of the keep. The one at the front- the leader, I presume- bellows loudly, and they stare at us menacingly. I glare right back at them, but they don't seem fazed one bit. Gimli hops a little, trying to see over the wall. I break my little staring contest with a particularly ugly Uruk to see that the wall stops at Gimli's forehead, not passing his eyebrows when he jumps. For me, it doesn't even pass my chest. Legolas watches Gimli, smirking.

"Shall I describe it to you?" Legolas offers, and Gimli looks up at him in confusion. "Or would you like me to find you a box?"

I snort and turn away, rolling my eyes. Gimli laughs, and starts to say something, but is cut off by the thunderous noise of the Uruk-Hai. They roar and slam their spears into the ground to intimidate us.

I hear the sound of metal on metal behind me. Aragorn draws his sword, and I tighten my grip on mine, swallowing tightly. The archers, including Legolas, pull out their bows, notch an arrow and aim in unison, waiting for their cue to fire. Gimli continues to jump. I watch as they wait.

TWANG!

I turn in surprise to see an arrow flying through the air and embedding itself in a Uruk-Hai's neck, the weakest spot in their armour. I stick my head out and over the edge of the wall to see an old, grey-haired man holding an unloaded bow, looking guilty to say the least. I shake my head and lean back. That's why older men should not be fighting tonight.

The Uruk falls with a screech, and everything is silent.

"Dartho! (hold!)" Aragorn commands, his voice echoing. I bite my lip.

The Uruk-Hai's roar and shout even louder, the leader raising his sword. I suck in a breath as they charge straight at the gate to the keep. The battle begins.

"Faeg i-varv dîn na lanc a nu ranc. (their armoue is weak at the neck and under the arms.)" Legolas says to the archers nearby.

"Leithio i philinn! (fire!)" Aragorn shouts loudly, and a wave of arrows fly towards the Uruk-Hai below, many of them screeching and falling. I flinch as the last few arrows whiz over my head from behind, and I pray that no arrow would accidentally hit me later on.

"Did they hit anything?" Gimli questions, but Legolas does not answer. He simply aims another arrow and lets it fly. For several minutes, Gimli and I watch as Legolas rapidly fires arrows down at the enemy, his quiver still full of arrows as he reaches for yet another one. I wait impatiently and anxiously for my turn to fight, and Gimli holds his axe in front of him and shakes it.

"Send them to me, come on!" Gimli grunts, eager to fight. I raise my eyebrow at him just as an arrow whizzes through the air in the opposite direction that we are sending them in. It lodges itself in an Elf's chest, who falls forwards and topples from the wall. Several more arrows fly towards us, one flying past Legolas and I.

Several ladders slam into the stone walls and the Uruk's begin to climb up. I run over to the nearest ladder and slice the head off of the first Uruk, not stopping to watch as it falls into the chaos below.

"Legolas, two already!" Gimli shouts proudly, hitting Uruk's with his axe with force. Legolas glances at him.

"I'm on seventeen!" He shouts back.

"Argh! I'll have no pointy-ear outscoring me!" Gimli grumbles, and I snicker before turning back to the ladder. A Uruk jumps off the ladder onto the platform in front of me and snarls, raising its curved blade above his head in an amateur move. I cross my arms and slice off its arms, and kick it square in the chest. It squeals and falls backwards onto other Uruks.