A/N: This takes place after Helm's Deep. Something's may be slightly out of place with the books and the movie, and if I misquote or something I'm sorry. I do happen to keep Haldir alive because I like him. So there. .

Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings. Any characters you don't recognize belong to me and I do take credit for owning them.

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Whoosh! Another arrow flew past her head. Looking around she spotted the archer and knocked her bow, aiming quickly before releasing the arrow and watching satisfied as it buried itself in his chest plate.

She heard someone scream orders in elvish and turned to see Haldir, his back turned to an orc who had by chance crept up on him. A horrid thought crept up on her. She saw her fears coming true, the orc raised an axe above his head preparing to bring it down on the unsuspecting Haldir.

Screaming a challenge Firith leapt to intercept it, shoving Haldir to the side and bringing her bow up to try to block the axe blade which was coming toward her at an alarming pace. The axe bit deeply into the bow of mallorn, and then to her disbelief the bow snapped and the blade bit into her shoulder. She felt it and let out a string of colorful curses before unsheathing her sword and running it through his heart. Haldir turned and fled to the keep, making sure that she was following. Reaching the keep gates they sped in as the doors where just closing.

Haldir turned and regarded her, "You've done a great service mellon. Tell me your name?"

Removing her helmet and wincing as the movement jarred her shoulder, she eyed him thoughtfully. "My name is Firith daughter of Endiesh, lately of Gadlenin." She heard the intake of breath and grinned slightly at their reaction. "You didn't really think you could keep me safe at home when there was battle to be fought did you?" She ignored the pounding in her shoulder and the pounding on the doors behind her.

One elf, the prince of Mirkwood, stepped forward. "You? A she-elf? Your skills at archery and with the blade are well developed for a she-elf."

Firith glared, her amber gaze hot. "Typical, egotistic, self-absorbed Male! I'm standing here while so many other MALE elves have fallen! I'd probably bleed to death because of your stupidity before I was struck down by a orc! I save Haldir at risk to my own life and this is the thanks I get?" She noticed that the elf's companions, both the dwarf and the man, looked as if stricken as she turned away to walk, staggering only slightly, to help the men brace the gates.

She smiled pleased with herself. 'that put him in his place!' she thought wickedly. She felt the door start to give way and her smile fell. At least before I fall I got to tell the prince of Mirkwood where to go!

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Legolas looked after the she-elf thoughtfully. |With training she could become unstoppable . I shall have to keep an eye on her.|

Gimli, glowering darkly as her back turned to Legolas and tugged on his hair for his attention. "Legolas, don't let that she demon's words trouble you! She is after all only female and by all rights should be at home with a young one on it's way."

Firith, hearing this, clenched her hands in anger. She heard Aragorn talking with King Theoden, asking him to ride out one last time. Firith knew the hopeless situation they found themselves in and so slipped off down to the caverns where the women sat.

Searching for the sheildmaiden of Rohan, Eowyn, she located and went towards her. "Shield Maiden of Rohan! Have you a horse?"

"Aye Firith! Shall we ride out to show them?" Eowyn's voice rose in triumph as she got her horse and started out into the mountains.

"Eowyn you've not changed a bit!" Firith laughed as they made their way out. Putting her fingers to her lips Firith whistled and it sounded as if the wild things of all middle-earth called out in a single note.

A black mare came through the orcs standing in her way, silver bridle bells chiming and the faint light reflecting off the silver armor fitted to the mare's body. Firith swung herself up as the mare skidded to a stop beside her. As soon as the horse felt Firith's weight settled she went up onto her hind legs and bugled a war cry, forcing all activity to cease.

The orcs turned and advanced upon this new enemy. Firith was slightly relived when the orcs pulled back from the halls. She drew her sword, and it gleamed brightly golden a beacon amid all the dark armored orcs. The mare crashed back to earth, onto a orcs head, crushing it to a bloody pulp. The mare fastidiously danced aside to avoid the blood and wheeled around to face the oncoming orcs. Beside her Eowyn's horse, WyndWalker spun and wheeled allowing her mistress to swing her sword, killing many.

"Eh! Hey Eowyn?" Firith called ducking a axe swing and curving her sword in a golden arc back on the orc removing his head for him.

"Huh? Yes Firith?" Eowyn answered, spearing an orc through the heart.

"I'm on thirty, how many have you?" Firith asked.

"I'm on twenty-nine," Eowyn paused slicing open another orc. "Thirty."

Firith's laughter rang out across the battle field making the men and elves that had come out of the halls look toward them. She waved her golden sword above her head in a salute. And then proceeded to reduce the orc population.

She and Eowyn where making a good account of themselves slicing a large wedge out of the eastern flanks. They worked their way back toward the keep when they heard a horn sound behind them. Firith listened and heard the Riders of Rohan thunder towards them. They plunged on recklessly and Firith called out in elvish to the dwarf who stood there staring.

Rushing the orcs around him she sliced the heads and other various limbs from their bodies, before pulling him and the startled prince of Mirkwood up behind her. She leaned out of the saddle to stop an orc from unseating her or the dwarf and whispered to her horse to run.

Reaching the King and Aragorn, she deposited the dwarf and disgruntled elf-prince near them and turned to fight again, giving them time to move. She saw Eowyn, cornered, and started toward her slicing her way through. She turned her mare around to stand beside WyndWalker for a final time. Raising her sword high, the golden blade flashing she called out in elvish and then looked to Eowyn. They nodded and sped deeply into battle hearing a ragged cheer from those still standing. Eowyn looked up to see her brother making his way towards them a troop behind him. They cut the orcs down from around them, Eomer glaring at her.

Firith, deeming the battle as won, faced the enraged Eomer. "Milord, do not be angry with her. She has helped to win this battle!"

Eomer eyes flashing, turned to the she-elf, lashing out at her. "You will not speak! You have led my baby sister into battle, foolishly putting her into danger! You could have gotten her killed! All in your own ambitions for glory!"

Firith's eyes flashed and the crowed held it's breath. "I am sorry milord," Eomer looked smug. "if I refused to be slaughtered like some mindless herd animal. I would have rather died here protecting those women and children than dieing in childbirth to some cruel lord in a hall, where I'm paraded before his friends like some trophy. And I Firith daughter of Endiesh, Along with the Sheildmaiden Eowyn have done you a favor milord and it would be good of you to honor that."

Firith turned her horse and let her go up onto her hind legs, the sun bouncing off the silver armor, before turning off in a gallop only an enidien horse could manage.

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In her wake Firith left a confused prince, an angry King and a proud Sheildmaiden. Eowyn, heartened by her friends words, glared resentfully at her elder brother. "Eomer. You've no right to speak to either of us that way! We've protected this keep for four days while you've been journeying to get here. Lady Firith has done herself honor here and my friend might have gone now to die because of your harsh words! Fylorn has carried her far now and we've no hope of reaching her with even the fastest horse!" Eowyn's head bent to touch her chest, silent tears tracing her cheeks.

Gandalf approached her Shadowfax's brilliant head stretched out to touch her knee. "Lady Eowyn, may I congratulate you on your victory today. With out you and the Lady Firith all would have been lost. And so Shadowfax has consented to carry you out in search of Lady Firith." Slipping down Gandalf let Eowyn get up on Shadowfax, then gripped her knee. "Ride hard, for she has lost much."

And with that the two where gone, white blurs disappearing into the growing twilight.

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Gandalf seemed to suddenly glow in anger as he turned toward the men. "You! You may have caused the death of one of the bravest people I know! Because of your small mindedness she may be dead as we speak!" Gandalf glared out across the masses lingering on the three companions. "And you Lord Eomer! Instead of supporting your sister you wheeled your anger onto a she-elf who deserved your respect! She risked her life when she had nothing to gain, but much to lose. I shall retire now, you should watch for your sister's return." Gandalf strode angrily back into the ruined keep and down to the women. They took care of him before sending him to bed at the back wall.

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Back outside the keep a dwarf, and elf, and a human were feeling their shame.

"and I told her to go back home, expecting a babe. And she saves my life." The dwarf said regret filling his voice. "I hope the lass is alright. Ho, FairyFoot!" he turned to Legolas, "Will the lass be alright?"

"I don't know dirt-Lord." Legolas admitted, gazing out into the hills.

A/N: Yeah! I've got my first chap out! Hopefully you enjoyed it! I know there are like 4000+ other fics out there…..Thanks for reading!