"I fear for those who fight tonight." muttered Kira.

"There is no doubt that the casualties will be high." responded Elwen. The two comrades fought bravely, but the hand of Saruman crushed the wall of defense, breaching the refuge. The explosion killed many. Upon the end of the battle, Elwen's boot was caught by something. The she-elf looked down, expecting to see an orc. "I will slit your throat, you festering scum." threatened Elwen. The hand that clutched her ankle was not that of an orc, but her friend, Kira.

"Mellon, forgive me." spoke Elwen, as her once harsh expressions softened. Kira smiled weakly. The rubble had crushed the elf's body. Her face bore marks of the abrasions from the shrapnel. Kira's limbs were contorted, and her breathing was light. The dying elf laughed.

"It-is-fine." smiled Kira. Death was upon her face as she began to take her last breaths. A sadness filled Elwen's heart as she began to lose one of her closest friends. "Your father has fallen. I-I tried to s-save him." wheezed Kira.

"Thank you Kira, you have done more than enough." smiled Elwen as tears filled her eyes. She had still not found her father.

"Mellon, I am tired. V-very tired." gasped Kira.

"Rest then. Be at peace." gulped Elwen as her throat tightened with grief. She brushed the hair from her friend's face.

"Have failed. F-forgive me Elwen. My strength fades. I-I am being called. Na' maarie." breathed Kira. These were the last words Kira spoke as she exhaled her last breath. Her eyes became placid, and her body relaxed.

"By no means mellon, have you failed. I have failed from leaving your side. I will do all I can to avenge you. I will take your name and leave mine behind." cried Elwen as tears fell from her face.

"Lady Elwen. Your father, Haldir the Marchwarden. His body has been found." spoke one of the Riders. Elwen finally stood, wiping the tears from her face, bracing herself for the grim discovery.

The Rider led her to the sight. His body had been pulled from the rubble. She ran to her father's body, tears streaming down her face.

"It cannot be." she gasped. She knelt shakily, scooping his head and cradling it in her lap. "Ada! Ada! ADA!" she screamed. Rage filled within her. "Those Uruk'hai! Those filthy, bloody Uruk Hai!" screamed the she-elf. "NO!" she cried. "Ada!" The elf was now sobbing, her body convulsing in shock. She rocked back and forth, moaning. Her father was dead. Everyone and everything had now become dead to her. She could not bear her title any more. She stood and left. Running into oblivion.

"Kira." It was Elladan. It took minutes for Kira to realize that she and Elladan were camped on the outskirts of Dale, not Helms Deep. She was still in exile, and shed her name as Lothlorien's 'last hope' and left her act of "treason" to become an elven ranger. There were rumors of a newer and darker evil that prowled the city of Dale. He terrorized the land, killing his victims. They called him The Morgul Man. They say he was captured in Rohan, and taken to Mordor to be enslaved and tortured as a puppet of the Witch King himself. His face, they say, bears a scar that the Witch King gave The Morgul Man. Instead of killing him, the scar twisted his mind and his appearance. After the power of the One Ring ceased, the Morgul Man dwelled in the darkened and ashen caverns of the carcass that once was Mordor.


A/N: I apologize for the long awaited sequel, my brief hiatus was extended. So what do you guys think? It may seem confusing, but please bear with me! Everything will fall into place! Comments and criticism are greatly appreciated!