I have a plan, said Legolas, dropping lightly to
the ground, and crouching beside the knight. You stay
here and, whatever happens, do not move unless I give you the
Wait, the man growled, grasping the elfs
arm and holding him back. Thats not enough! Tell
me your plan!
Legolas sighed; he was reluctant, now, to waste time: Do
you see the lamp, he said, in the Goblin Kings
hand? It contains... He realised it would take far too
long to describe the djinn and convince the knight of its powers.
Please, trust meif Eowynmy wifecan
reach it, we will have a weapon equal to an entire army of men;
if I fail, you must distract the Goblin King, and give
her another chance.
The man regarded him, dubiously. Then, Very well, Elf,
he said, and his expression warned Legolas that he was unlikely
to stick to the plan for long. You go. I shall wait...
Legolas squeezed his arm and, rising to his feet, walked out
into the Great Cavern.
The goblins were so busy watching the fight, none of them noticed
an elf moving silently amongst them until he reached the edge
of the pitthen, suddenly, and with cries of surprise,
several of them drew their bent swords, and surrounded him.
Down in the pit, the two women stopped wrestling.
Eowyns eyes, unnaturally pale behind a mask of mud, briefly
met her husbands, and he knew that she understood.
Seize that thing! roared the Goblin King,
pointing at Legolas with the djinns lamp.
The elf raised his hands. Mighty King, he cried,
I surrender! From the corner of his eye, he could
see that Eowyn had already disentangled herself from her opponent,
and was inching closer to the throne. Two of the goblins, meanwhile,
having volunteered themselves as guards, had started jabbing
at him with the blunt tips of their swords, herding him towards
Your Mightiness, said the elf, ignoring the prodding
and bowing deeply, I bring greetings from the Elven colony
of Eryn Carantaur,it was the first thing that had
entered his head, and he had no idea what he was going to say
nextand I beg you to honour my Elven-lord by hearing
his humble petition.
He dropped to his knees, hoping to draw everyone's attention
away from Eowyn. My Elven-lord begs, he continued,
an alliance, against our common foe.
For a moment, the Goblin King regarded him thoughtfully, his
little black eyes almost disappearing amidst his fleshy frown,
then he leaned back in his stone chair and, letting his handsone
still holding the lampdroop over the carved armrests,
he asked, What foe?
Men, said Legolas, triumphantly.
The Goblin King raised an eyebrow. Go on...
Legolas began spouting something incoherent about Men destroying
the forests and overworking the mines
You are a feeble thing, the Goblin King interrupted.
If you want me to listen to your drivel, you must earn
it. You will fight my pretty new pet. He swung his massive
head towards the mud pit.
Eowyn, caught reaching for the djinns lamp, froze.