My feet carried me as quickly as I could go. The sounds of the horn blew frantically in the now lessening distance. I had to make it. I had to make it. Drumming in my ears reminded me that of my pounding heart. Which I knew was from both adrenaline and of worry. The only thing preventing me from coming to his aid was the never-ending stream of Uruk-hai. My sword was covered to the hilt with black blood. Proving that I had slain many already. Enough to have lost count. Wind whispered in my ears as silence fell. No! It couldn't have!
Was I too late? A sword fight rang in my ears even as I engaged in my own with one gruesome beast as it made for my destination. A blow was aimed at my head, but I ducked: stepping quickly to the side before finding a weak point in its armor and thrusting my sword into it. As soon as it crumpled to the dirt, never to rise again from my stab to its chest, I took off at once. Trees blew past me faster now than before. Speed seemed to be on my side as I traveled down the hill and over rocks. No obstacle other than the occasional tree root or rock blocked me.
Legolas and Gimli could be heard in the distance arguing over whom had killed more of the fell animals, but other than that, nothing. No other voices could be made out. I only growled as a sword came at my side. I had not time for this! Maybe I was being too impatient, but who in my situation wouldn't be? The song of my sword was light and swift before it fell against a tree basin from a blow to the stomach. As my distance increased, Galadriel's words rang out in my head as if she was running beside me.
"He will try to take the Ring from Frodo. You know this. You know his weakness to its power. It is inevitable and must come to pass". I recalled my reply as I stood before her mirror a few day's past. "What if I do prevent his death? What would happen should not he die?" Her laugh was like a silver stream and cut through the glassy silence with little effort. Songs rang out in the beautiful wood I once resided in as home. "Should you save him, the entire future would change. But that is your choice. Love would mingle with despondency and soon, somehow- you will see, with exult. Let your heart tell you your path my dear."
Finally as I saw the battle sight before me, I wanted to crumple to my knees, but it seemed only my heart fell to the very bottom pit of my stomach. My mouth was dry and I could utter no coherent words. It felt like every one of my limbs had been of no use at that moment. Like I was unable to do anything: a frozen object oblivious to time. Tears dotted my vision as I ran over.
I had been too late.
