Tears: hi guys. This is in someone POV, but I'm going to tell you because it will spoil the ending, but if you figure it before the end then… yeah…

Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings. All characters belong to Professor J.R.R. Tolkien, in my opinion anyway.

Friends are forever

I don't know how long I've been here. It feels like months but it is doubtful. It's hard to believe that these are dungeons; you would have thought they would be dark and creepy but they're not.

It all seemed to happen so fast. But it's still as clear in my mind as crystal…

I was at home, or rather the town I called home, I didn't really have a home but still the people here were friendly. One in particular, three years older than me, but still young. We had been friends for some time; we are no longer friends now. It was his idea and his fault I'm here. I hate playing the blame game but what he has done is I inexcusable. I shall never forgive him!

Well, it all started when I had met up with my friend and he told me about his plan of signing up for the army, said something about a man calling for volunteers to sign up to fight some other people. At first I was against it but he managed to talk me into it. So the next morning we signed up and weeks later we were off marching toward the plains east of the Misty Mountains.

I regret it all now.

Well, we all lined up in our ranks, my friend and I were in the second row. We awaited our enemy, or so I thought, come to think of it, they never told us who or even what we were going to fight against. sigh but, then again, I never asked. Well, soon it began to rain and as I looked out over the plains, I could see an army silently marching towards us. They stopped on the other side of the field. They had archers in front, who were readying their bows but they did not take aim. They made no sound at all.

It makes me sad when I think about all the lives ended in this battle…

We had quite a few young, very young boys in our front row. They had lied about their ages. One, an inexperienced archer with terrible aim, let his arrow go; it landed in the ground at the feet of the front row of the enemy. They did not flinch. But they did seem to get angry. Suddenly, with a great shout, the y began to take aim and soon arrows rained down on us. Most found a target. My friend and I dodged but soon I found myself in the middle of battle. As I turned, I came face to face with on of these creatures. I though it was about to kill me so it swung my sword at it but it didn't attack, instead it stood and stared at me, it blocked my attack with ease but it didn't attack. It just stared at me. Before it could do anything, another member of my kin attempted to knock it unconscious. It was the boy who had accidentally fired the first arrow. He wasn't that strong to knock the creature out but it did stumble to the ground. The boy was gone when I looked about for him. I looked back at the creature on the ground. I looked into its eyes and I felt I knew it. But when it removed its helm, that's when I knew. I knew what these creatures where…

I don't want to continue, but I might as well finish what I've started…

I heard footsteps behind me and I turned to see my friend walking over, probably to watch me kill, (he was like that).

'Well?' he said. 'Are you not going to kill it?' I frowned and sheathed my sword.

'No.' I said. He looked at me in shock.

'What?' he asked; confused by my words.

'I cannot and will not kill these creatures, especially this one.' I said with another frown.

He laughed. 'Fine, if you won't, I will.' And before I could do anything to stop him, he unsheathed his sword and plunged the end in to the stomach of the creature before me. I watched as it cried out in pain causing its companions to come to its aid. They surrounded us and that's when I noticed my friend had retreated with the rest of the make-shift army that I was part of. One commanded two others to tie my hands behind my back in its native tongue. I did not struggle as I was pulled away from the injured one; it was partly my fault anyway.

And so I was thrown into this dungeon and told that if he died I would too. I don't care if they wish to kill me anyway for the attempted murder of a member of their Royal family.

I just hope Legolas lives.

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