Lord of the Rings: The Prince and The Ranger

Okay, this is my first fan fiction story. I've never published anything before. I hope somebody likes this...
Summary:
Legolas and Aragorn go hunting in a random forest and have some trouble
with orcs and somebody gets injured. Please review, I want helpful
criticism.

In the forest of Mirkwood, the forest trees
were lightly swaying in the cool air, the sun just rising over the
horizon. A figure stepped into a patch of light, filtering through the
dense coverage of the tree leaves. This person walked swiftly across the
forest floor making no sound as his boots tread the soft soil of the
earth. This figure was an elf.
The elf stopped his quick pace and
relaxed into a easy slow step. He walked to the base of a tree and
leaned against it. His cloak bore the crest of the royal family of
Mirkwood, this was the the prince of the woodland realm, this elf was
Legolas.
Legolas circled the tree a few times and then, with speed
and grace, he leapt up onto one of the lower branches and scaled the
tree very quickly. When Legolas got to the top of the tree, he sighed
and sat against the tree trunk, thinking.
Somewhere close by,
Legolas heard a babbling stream, and so he leapt down from the tree,
landing on the tips of his toes and finger tips. Legolas walked
soundlessly towards the stream, his cloak billowing in the morning
breeze. He closed his eyes, taking in the nature around him. Suddenly,
he broke into a run, laughing out loud as he bounded over fallen trees
and along the path to the river, his golden hair flying as the wind
whipped past his face.
When Legolas made it to the stream, he
crouched low, taking in the beautiful sound of rushing water, then he
leaned down and cupped some of the clear water in his careful hands, and
took a drink. Legolas closed his eyes and savored the sweet clear taste
of fresh river water, crisp and clean.
Suddenly, somewhere close,
a sound of someone- or something snapping a branch. Legolas' fingers
automatically closed around his wooden long bow, standing quickly, with
an arrow already notched, just waiting to find a target.
"Tis'
only me, Mellon nin." Aragorn said, stepping out from some bushes.
Legolas relaxed his positing and returned the arrow to his quiver.
"Mae
govannen, Aragorn!" Legolas replied, he put his bow away, and walked
over to Aragorn, smiling. "What brings you to Mirkwood?". Aragorn smiled
at Legolas and shrugged.
"I was in the area and I decided to pay
you a visit. It has been too long, Mellon nin." Aragorn strode over to a
log at the river's edge and sat down. Legolas followed Aragorn and sat
beside his friend and raised his eyebrows in confusion.
"It has been but two years" Legolas said "That is not long."
"Aye,
not to you, my elven friend, but to a human- and a mortal- two years is
far too long." Aragorn said. Legolas nodded, remembering that time was
valued highly among mortals, for they had little of it. He remembered
that he too should be valuing his limited time with his friend, Aragorn,
since one day he would not be able to.
"Well then," Legolas said "Would you like to join me on a hunting trip?" Aragorn looked around, and answered
"I'd
love to." Aragorn replied, "When do you plan on leaving?" Legolas stood
up and began walking back to his palace within the cave.
"Well, now, if you're ready." Legolas said. Aragorn nodded and told Legolas he would meet him outside the stables
Legolas
returned to the stables and found his horse all ready for his hunting
trip, as he had packed his saddle bags before going out for his walk in
the forest. Soon, Legolas was riding at a slow trot outside the stables.
"Ready?"
Aragorn asked, Legolas observed that Aragorn had mounted his own ride, a
trustworthy looking brown horse, as opposed to Legolas' white elvish
steed.
"Aye" Legolas nodded, "Let us hunt". The two friends rode off to the wild forest outside of Mirkwood's boarders.