Hey people, so this is my first real fanfic… please don't shoot me.
So unfortunately I did not write lord of the rings, so I think I only own imraleth, if he was written about before, then I don't even get him, but I don't think he was I just made him up
Anyway here goes…..
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Lothiriel ran through the streets of Minas Tirith, the battle was raging on the lowest level, her brother had been stationed there, despite his wound he had arranged his unit to guard the city, thus if the armies of Mordor did indeed breach the first level, they could fight. His position had been over looked, mainly because the Gondorians believed that to breach their city, the Tower of Guard, was impossible. Lothiriel had known he would do something like this; it was some sort of silly action like that was behind her reasoning to bribe one of the soldiers to bring her here. Well, she was here and he was still fighting, even with that wound. Pushing her way through the crush of people running the other way she ran down the steep hill of the city.
She reached the battle sooner than she expected, and was surprised to find how far the invaders had gotten. Realizing that she would never survive without some sort of defence she grabbed a sword from one of the dead Gondorians nearby. She cut her way through the orcs, barely noticing them in her desire to reach her brother. Shouting his name was ridiculous, how anyone could hear above this racket, was beyond her; she would have to virtually run into him.
But he heard her somehow. Blundering toward her voice Imraleth cut a swath of space through the orcs. They reached each other all of a sudden when the orc between them found himself spitted by two swords, one from the back wielded by a blood covered Knight of Dol Amroth, the other by an unlikely warrior wearing a shift, typical of women of the city.
Brother and sister starred at each other for a moment then at the same time shouted,
"What the hell are you doing here?!"
But at that moment a rather large orc stabbed at Imraleth, he staggered falling against his sister. She staggered in turn and pulled him in to an alcove opening off the street. Sitting him up against the wall she looked around, taking stock of her position. She nodded pleased with herself; they were in what appeared to be an armoury. There were few great spears and lances left but there were a some chain mail tunics mostly small ones, clearly there had been difficulty finding owners for them but they looked about her size. Her brother stirred and she rushed to his side.
"Iri! What are you doing? You shouldn't be here. How did you get here anyway? And why? You're the last one of our line- you should be kept safe in Dol Amroth."
"I came here for you, you idiot. I knew you'd do something like this and now look at you, half dead! I came to protect you; I could never let anything happen to you."
"I'm your older brother. I should be taking care of you, not the other way round."
"Well you aren't."
An orc looked around the door frame and seeing the two humans he dived torward them, Iri whirled and lunged forward, sticking her sword through its gullet. Turning back to her brother she smiled,
"I can take care of you, too. Now be quiet and we won't draw as much attention."
"This is crazy, but if I can't dissuade you at least put on one of those mail shirts, and promise to stay here and not go out and risk yourself needlessly."
Iri raised her perfect brows, but acquiesced, stripping off the blue dress until she was wearing just a corset and light cotton shift. Over this she put the chain mail, clinching in with one of the belts, all of which were too big for her, leaving the end trailing beyond her knees. Picking up a lance to accompany her sword she stationed herself just inside the door.
"Iri, answer me this one question and then I will be silent."
"What?"
"Where did you learn to fight?"
"From you."
"How?"
"I just watched and copied everything you did; I might add here that I'm better than you at sword fighting, though I've only every used light blades, none like this."
"Oh. Well. I see."
"Now be quiet."
So Lothiriel stood there fighting off every orc that came her way, defending her brother. He drifted into unconsciousness from lack of blood after about an hour. So when the troll came he was unable to see as the gigantic beast roared and fought his little sister. He was out cold when the monster ripped the lance from his little sister's hand. He was watching the blackness when the huge brute slammed the lance into his little sister, just as she stabbed up with her sword, through his mouth, his brain, and his skull. He was lost in oblivion as the troll slumped over his little sister, pinned to the wall by the lance. And he was insentient as the black ships sailed up the river, as the field was won and the last of the armies of Mordor were driven to the river and their deaths. But he was still alive, still breathing, as was his sister.
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So I suck at cliffhangers too….
Anyway, please review- I need to know what you all think, otherwise I can't write… not like that's much of a threat, but it is to me. Ok now I need to shut up before I start making sense….
Please review….. puppy eyes