I got to see the Two Towers yesterday. ^_^ It made my whole week better. And inspired this fic. I can't go into detail, for those who haven't seen it but this was inspired by the Helm's Deep scenes, when all the people stood on the wall looking very, very frightened. And, please no flames. I tweaked it a bit to make it work. So people aren't exactly where they should be. Thank you. ~Spazoid~
Her hands shook, and she struggled to keep the bow from wavering. The armor was heavy on her small frame but her mind was on anything but that.
Wide eyes grew wider at the thousands upon thousands of Uruk Hai marching towards the stronghold of Helms Deep.
Her breath started coming in faster, hands trembling even more. Rain began pouring and she prayed it would not hamper their fight.
If we even survive it… Her thoughts were bitter, hatred burning suddenly at all the lives taken by Saruman and his minions. Her shaking stopped, her fingers tightened. Beside her, the elves where composed as always, other humans showed the same fear she probably was showing on her own face.
"Your first time in battle?" The cultured voice startled her and her eyes shot to the light haired, archer elf beside her.
She swallowed and turned her eyes back to the enemy. " Yes."
The elf shifted slightly beside her. Her voice had given her away, showing she was no boy as all soldiers were supposed to be. Instead of awkward silence, or a rebuke, he spoke again. "You are a brave person to do this."
Her eyes narrowed as she pulled the bow higher, aiming. "Better to die in honor, that to live alone in shame."
If she had turned, she might have seen the sad smile that graced the elf warriors face.
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The battle had been long and many had been lost, Haldir among one of them. A painful loss, those elves left mourned him in their own way for now.
Legolas could not rest. He wandered, helping where it was needed, occasionally passing Aragorn, Gimli, or Gandalf. He would nod to them, and continue on. He paused suddenly, something catching his eye.
One of the bodies was a young boy, arrow and bow still clutched in hand. But Legolas knew it was not a boy. It was a woman, determined to fight for her people at any cost. She had stood beside him, in that rain, facing those odds, when she could have been 'safe' inside the caves with the others.
Better to die in honor, that to live alone in shame
The words echoed in his head as lifeless green eyes stared up, face a mask of not anger, or fear, or hate just… acceptance. Legolas only bowed his head and closed warriors open eyes in a sign of respect.
"Who is that, Legolas?" The elf archer turned as Gimli's gruff voice, finding the elf looking at him curiously.
Legolas closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them. "Someone who gave their life when they did not have to… one of those which we fight for."
Gimli blinked slowly then bowed his. "They will not have died in vain."
Legolas stood, looking one last time on the person whom he had never known but would never forget. "No, they will not."