The king of Mirkwood died, leaving Legolas the king but would he be ready to lead his powerful tribe of elves into war?


The wolf riders and orcs crept up into the dark wonders of Mirkwood. They traveled too quiet for elves to
 hear with their keen sense of hearing. They could not be seen by the elves either in the mist and 
dark shadows. This is why the elves where off guard when they struck. The first arrow was shot, flying 
through the leaves and landing in the chest of an elven elder. The war of Mirkwood began. In an 
instant the elves drew their gleaming swords eager to slice some orc throats the elven archers as fast 
as a blinding light took out their bows and shot arrows with such a speed that could not be seen. The 
women and children ran into the forest seeking for shelter. When the battle was over, all was lost, no 
weapon was left to be spared. The only weapons left were the arrows, sticking out of the necks and 
chests of the orcs. The wolfs and their riders lay on the floor bloodshed and dead without a move.
 The elves had won but many were killed. Legolas lived and had an elf at every gate of Mirkwood, there 
would be no more unkown attacks on Mirkwwood again and that King Legolas would be sure of.