This is my first Lord of the Rings fanfic. I came up with this while watching the Two Towers and watching Legolas' desperation as he fought against the orcs in the Battle of Helms Deep.
I hope you like it. Please review.
PoeticTragedy3790
Disclaimer: don't own. It all belongs to Tolkien
Trapped here in this world, I know not what to do. I am gifted with many a talent but am still helpless in this never ending battle between good and evil. Sometimes I wonder which side I am truly fighting for, for there have been too many times where I've seen my comrades hurt others just for the fun of it. It pains me to witness all this and, lately, I have been growing weary.
To my people, I am still a child, yet I am not treated that way. Revered as a legend, regarded as one of the most powerful warriors in all of Middle Earth, I have been fighting for more years than I can keep track of. I have witnessed my mother's blood leave her body and I have felt the last breath of most of my brothers; I have heard the anguished cries of my friends and the sorrowful sobs of my aunts as they buried yet another child. With each and every experience I become more ruthless in battle, losing myself in the fight. It's all I know now.
I want this war to end so badly that I can taste it. The taste is like the lingering effect of a sweet in my mouth- I have tasted some of the confection and am left with a craving for more. Yet, if this war were to end today, I do not know what I would do. War is all I know and the smell of decaying flesh and spilt blood is all I've ever experienced.
Standing in the rain I am looking down at the trodden road. An envoy from Imladris is supposed to arrive today, bearing gifts for my father's birthday. Somehow, amongst all this pain and hate, one can celebrate their birth. I don't know if I'm sickened or heartened by this. It's probably something in between, along the lines of indifference.
My ears pick up a sound from far to my left. It's not the envoy- that has just appeared and is being questioned from some of my officers. No, this is too loud to be an elvish envoy. I know its orcs and I know I should get everyone out. That's why I turn and signal to those under my command to jump down and fight. It's time to fight again on the eve of a celebration. It is time to watch black blood spill from stone hearts. It is killing time again.