Originally written for the LiveJournal tolkien_weekly "Mealtimes - Breakfast" challenge. (And yes, the interpretation of 'breakfast' is somewhat... lateral...)
Darkness Beneath the Boughs
The raid comes swift and violent; clashing chaos under dark trees. Confusion reigns, until -
"They've taken the Gollum-creature! And Calandil, and-"
Their captain's eyes flash. "Galathil, Rumion, with me. Taurlaegel, Falastir, break off left, try to cut them off - break fast! Go!"
They are swift and their arrows deadly - but too few, too late; when they meet hours later, in a clearing far to the south, they're empty-handed.
"Do we go on?"
"Getting too close to... Dol Guldur. I'll not risk the rest of you." Legolas slowly lowers his bow, defeated. "Now I just have to explain this to Father..."