Keeping his eyes on the young mans sword, Legolas worked
on his bonds. Those whirling flames, he said, to
divert the youths attention. What are they?
Some sorcery of your doing, elf.
Legolas shook his head. No. I
Sire, look, said the mans companion. I
think it might be dying down...
For a split-second, the young man took his eyes off Legolas.
The elf, his hands free at last, immediately rolled out from
under the mans sword, sprang to his feet, snatched up
his white knives and ran, whistling to Arod as he skirted
the whirlwind and headed towards the pass where he had last
Behind him, he heard the young man curse. Then, After
him, Bors! he cried.
Legolas smiled. Bors was clearly not the sharpest knife
in the weapons chest.
I will follow you when I can, said his Lord
And, as Legolas plunged into the narrow gully, he sensed the
hapless Bors following him.
By the time the man had caught up with him, Legolas had reached
the plain, and found the horses waiting, impatiently. You
could not follow your mistress, he said, stroking Brightstars
muzzle, but you would not leave the place where you last
There are tracks over here, called Bors. He was
leaning forward, his hands on his knees, trying to catch his
breath. A woman. She was... Fighting?
Yes, she is a fine swordswoman, said Legolas. He
approached the skittish mare, coaxing her with Elvish endearments.
And there are scorch marks, said Bors. It
looks like the dragon took her.
I know. Legolas grasped the mares bridle.
He could sense Eowyn, somewhere to the north, but the impression
was faint, and the emotions he was feeling from her were confusedthere
was anger, as he had expected, but there was also amusement,
and gratitude, which he had not...
Then, suddenly, there was a wonderful moment of clarity, when
he felt her reach out to him, and their spirits touched. She
is not afraid, he gasped.
How do you know? The man had come up beside him.
Do you share your Lords mistrust of elves, Master
Sir Bors. A knight of Camelot. The man raked
his hand through his hair. No... Not really.
So I can trust you?
I suppose so.
My name is Legolas. He placed his hand upon his
heart and bowed his head in a formal greeting. Will you
help me rescue my wife, Sir Bors?
Your wife... The man frowned. I am
bound by my oath, he said, to rescue a damsel in
That is a noble sentiment, said Legolas.
And I have orders never to let you out of my sight.
Then it is agreed. You will ride Brightstarhe is
my wifes horseand I shall ride the mare, and we will
leave Arod for your Lord. I have no doubt that he will follow
us as soon as he is able.
He intends to kill you.
He may try, said Legolas, mounting the mare. But
I do not think he will.
Bors mounted Brightstar. Where are we going?
North, said Legolas. That is as much as I
know, at present.
Well, if I were the dragon, said Bors, turning
the horses head, I would be up there. He pointed
to the hills of Emyn Arnen. It gives him a good view of
the plain, and of the river to the Westfor he will need
to hunt regularly, and that is the perfect vantage pointand
the winds at that height will help him land safely with his
prey. Yes, I would wager my inheritance that he has made his
nest up there.