"Doyle duck!" yelled Moira as she sent a demon flying over his head and into the wall behind him with a flick of her wrist.
"Thanks for the warning," said Doyle as another demon blindsided him and punched him in the face. As his head snapped sideways he transformed revealing his demonic nature. Doyle knocked the demons feet out from under him before transforming back into his human self. "I hate it when they do that. Any idea how to kill them?" Doyle asked.
"Not with out weapons," replied Jaina.
"Run?" asked Doyle.
"Run," answered Jaina.
They ran.
Turning the corner Moira would have ran headlong into an arrow if Doyle hadn't yanked her back. "What are they?" he whispered.
"Elves of Middle-Earth," she whispered back.
An unarmed Elf stepped forward. "Your friend breathes so loud we could have shot him in the dark," he said motioning to Angel who was struggling against the two Elves that were holding him.
Moira looked at Angel and frowned, debating . She easily slid into a fighting stance. "That would have been kind of hard considering he doesn't breath."
The Elf stiffened. "What do you mean?"
"He's a vampire," Moira replied.
It was the Elf's turn to smile. "Then I guess we should kill him." He started to raise his hand as if to signal.
Moira slipped into a deeper fighting stance and made the quick decision to reveal herself. "You'd be dead before the arrow could leave the bow, Haldir." She stood up straight and crossed her arms, throwing a regal air about her like a cloak. "Let him go. The Princess of Gondor, daughter of Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Elessar Isildur's heir commands you Haldir of the Golden Forest."
The Elf lowered his hand and smiled while both Angel and Doyle stared at her, stunned, mouthes wide open. "Release him by order of the princess," said Haldir. The Elves holding Angel pushed him toward Moira and Doyle.
Haldir stepped forward and embraced Moira. "It is good to see you alive and well milady." Angel and Doyle looked at each other and then at her. "Princess?" said Angel at the same time that Doyle said, "What was that?”
“I’ll explain later Angel,” she said, “And that Doyle was an Orc.”
An unnamed Elf stepped forward with two short swords. He handed one to Angel and one to Doyle. Then lifting another sheathed sword he handed it to Moira. “For you Amaelamin,” he said with a bow.
“Thank you Legolas,” she said as she unsheathed it, then stared down at it in shock. “It’s Ardril, the Sword That Was Broken, my fathers sword.” She was shocked, she would have said that the only way to get this sword was to pry it from her father’s cold dead hands. She didn’t have long to be surprised for at that moment they were attacked.
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