Disclaimer: Tolkien’s Middle-earth – Kortirion’s only visiting
Breathing was agony... nearly there. Snarling brambles snatched at his thighs as he ran, ignoring branches that struck like stinging whips. Nearly...! The empty quiver jolting his back became a painful reminder ...if they caught him... Heavy forms crashed through the undergrowth. He risked a backward glance and... plunged to the ground, his legs captured by strong arms.
The pursuing orcs charged into view. They fell - white-feathered arrows sprouting from their bodies like deadly flowers.
His foster-brother lifted him, grinning, “A bounty for every dead yrch Little Brother! You make good bait for our traps.”
Winded, Estel could only nod...