The Hidden Enemy

Freedom

Amarth watched as Rilath brought Legolas and Haldir forward.

"Did you think that I wouldn't expect you to come back for him?"
Rilath asked.

Amarth said nothing as Rilath continued.

"I am more powerful, and cunning then you. You are no match for me."

Amarth smiled.

"Congratulations O great one. You manged to capture two unarmed elves that were already in your camp. Well done. Your mother would be proud."

One of the guards punched him in the face.
To their surprise he laughed softly after the blow was dealt.

He knew how to deal with pain. It didn't affect him.
He also knew how to hide his emotions. Rilath had no idea what he was thinking and that was what Amarth wanted.

Rilath turned his attention to Legolas and Haldir.

"I cannot harm you Legolas. You are too valuable to be killed."

He turned to Haldir.

"You on the other hand, are nothing. I should kill you now."

Rilath drew his sword and prepared to drive it threw the elf.

Amarth's mind raced to distract Rilath.

But before he could Legolas had broken free from his captor's grasp.

He threw himself at Rilath, striking him in the jaw.

Rilath stumbled backwards, holding his bleeding jaw while two Easterlings tried to subdue the now enraged elf.

"Can you idiots not even control one elf?"
Rilath shouted in anger.

"No."

Rilath spun around and glared at Amarth.

The dark elf smiled.

"You can't."

Amarth faced an Easterling and punched him in the face.
The man stumbled backwards clutching his face.

Amarth kicked him in the stomach and he fell over.

After dealing a blow to his head with his foot, he retrieved the Easterling's sword.

Amarth turned to face an Easterling who had run up behind him.

Amarth quickly killed him.

They had caught him without a weapon. Now that he had one, the tables had turned.

More Easterlings ran at him, their weapons drawn.

Amarth sighed.

"Do you really want to do this? Can we not solve this like civilized people?"

The Easterlings ignored him.

"Oh I forgot."

Amarth held the sword in front of him.

"Neither of us are civilized."

He met them head on, they had expected the fight to be quick and easy.

But they had been wrong.

Amarth was unstoppable. One by one the Easterlings fell under his sword.

Legolas had decided that he had enough playing prisoner for one day.

He wrestled his arms free from the two Easterlings that held them.

He elbowed them in the stomach and they doubled over, wrapping their arms around themselves.