"Then we will fight." Legolas had not expected them to reach shelter in time. He knew of Elrond’s prowess. Many were blinded by the healer, but as gentle as the peredhel’s hands were, they were strong, they were the hands of a warrior who had seen many fall and live. “We know the area, it is our advantage. If we dispatch them one by one they stand no chance.”
Oh, ah, Legolas! -covers self- I did not realize you were visiting Imladris…
Were you looking for Erestor?
For lord Elrond, but I have found neither anyways. I heard he it out seeking herbs and so I wait. My apologies, I shall give you your privacy, I obviously interrupted you. -turns amused-
Though there was an opening and the Elf sensed his chance. They surrounded her, but the left side was badly guarded, the prince would break through the orcs with ease. It was unwise, not only it was requested by Gia, but the beasts waited for the hint to charge, Legolas refused to be the little stone causing a torrent. What else was he supposed to do however? Stay and witness his friend slain? No, first he would dispatch every single one of this foul vermin. For now the prince watched them, azure hues narrowed, torso bent and his arrow notched, ready to pounce in the mere blink of an eye.
A good lover is one going unnoticed by my father.
"Are you that ashamed?"
"No I fear you might scare them away. They tend to be flighty, I require someone with courage."