Source: Post RotK
Disclaimer: Tolkien created this world and these characters, Kortirion only visits.
Heart pounding with every jarring stride, chest heaving, sucking air into straining lungs... his feet grew leaden, struggling to chase the orcs... so far ahead he could only catch brief glimpses...
Something... behind... He was pursued! Run, run hard... The malice closed in, breathing on his neck, brushing coldly against him. Legolas gasped – struggled – his legs – would – not...
The stinging slap abruptly broke his reverie. Wide-eyed, he caught the wrist of the unfamiliar elf bending over him. The stranger hauled him upright.
“Run with me, Sinda. Come, taste the wind!”
Without questioning, Legolas ran with him... and his heart lightened.