I'm adding an extra day in between the days on going to helms deep because… Okay I admit it, I forgot about the attack, but you can't blame me! Once I start writing, I just keep going, and going and going!
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They were walking the path to helms deep again. She found herself mulling over the argument she had with her mirror image in her dream. It confused her to no end as to what she had been referring to, which only served to darken her mood.
Everyone around her was laughing joyously, until she heard a shout. Her head jerked up as she recognized the white haired muggles voice.
"We're under attack!"
Immediately she felt a coldness spread throughout her body, and a cold fire start licking at her stomach. Her wand was in her hand before she knew it. She ignored the shouts for the women to run back, and gave a look of pure hatred towards a man that had tried to scream for her to run with the women. He had looked startled, and slightly scared at the expression on her face, but she ignored it, choosing step back into a wizarding duel stance with her wand raised above her head, and her other arm outstretched.
There they were. Pouring over the sides of the hills. Disgusting creatures that looked like a cross between house elves and filtch the caretaker of Hogwarts rode upon menacing four legged beasts that she faintly recognized from a history book back in her Hogwarts days.
The cold fire licked at her stomach before shooting up into her arm as she twirled her wrist and shouted a curse towards the closest rider to her. Angry red sparks shot themselves from her wand before hitting the rider square in it's chest, and sending him flying from his mount to the ground, lifeless.
A dark joy fell upon her as she cackled madly and twirled her wand above her head, a dark ring taking shape. She stilled her wand before stabbing the ring, which now started seeping smoke and twirled her body, seeming to unwind the ring into a long whip that was now attached to her wand. With it, she threw the whip in the direction of another rider coming towards her, and saw it wrap itself around his neck.
Unlike regular whips however, it seemed to meld itself together, and billowing smoke erupted from it whenever it touched the disgusting creatures skin. Pulling backwards on her wand, she heard a shrill scream rip itself from the creatures throat as it was pulled off it's own ride. She saw one of the ghastly things come screaming at her with a sword raised and laughed before flinging her wandless hand towards it and clenching her fist. It dropped it's sword and started desperately grabbing at it's throat, unable to get any air into it's system. Pure joy at the situation settled deeply into her chest as she returned her gaze to the one struggled against her whip.
The spell had been her own making. One made purely for killing in the most torturous way. However, as she did not have time to enjoy her most favorite activity of torture, she simply jerked her wand towards herself, enjoying one last scream out of the beast before whispering in a voice of steely uncaring ice "Avada Kadavra."
Green sparks emerged from her wand and followed the whips path to her enemy's face. As his eyes became lifeless and the whip disappeared into black smoke, she turned around and sent the same killing curse to the one that was still choking to breathe.
She had done this in mere minutes, and there were still many to come.
~~~ Severus~~~
He loathed to be in another battle, but found it oddly comforting that the enemy merely had swords to use. Simple enough to eliminate. His wrist jerked as he sent another curse out, which hit two of the orcs coming after him, and one of the beasts they rode. They died, and the beast took a tumble, taking it's rider with it. He heard a sickening crunch as the beast landed on it's back, killing it's rider.
Unlike Bellatrix, his movements were not as wide, and open, but more fluid like and energy preserving. His curses were also much more effective in killing while Bellatrix's were meant to maim and torture.
Severus held his own against them and caught site of an orc advancing on the elf from behind. Swiftly he flicked his wrist, the death curse springing to his lips before he could stop himself and green sparks flew straight into the side of the orc about to bring his sword down on the elf.
The elf's eyes looked to the orc and then to him. He nodded his acknowledgement of thanks before setting to firing an arrow upon the forehead of a rider, killing it instantly and efficiently.
Severus quickly surveyed their surroundings, noting that there were much less orcs coming after them than before.
They were winning.
~~~ Legolas ~~~
Legolas ducked out of the way of a sword before quickly grabbing an arrow out of the orc that lie next to him dead and stabbing his pursuer in the eye. He then used that same arrow to shoot down an orc riding towards him with a maddening scream coming from his throat.
Which stopped as soon as Legolas' arrow pierced it. His head swiveled to the right where his eyes widened in shock.
Bellatrix was twirling herself, shooting off magic every which way, not caring for the bodies she stepped on, orc or otherwise. The look in her eyes chilled him deep into his soul.
Joy.
Pure unadulterated joy was the expression she held as she cackled and struck down another attacker with flames bursting from the tip of the stick like weapon she wielded. He watched in horror as the orc fell to the ground, the fire pushing itself down into his throat and bursting through parts of his skin, leaving his body smoking, and melting in some places.
Another emotion overtook him, and he recognized it instantly.
Fear.
He feared this woman. Possibly as much as Soloman.
He was forced out of his thoughts whenever another orc tried to attack him.
He feared the day that she turned that power against the ones she now fought with.
~~~Bellatrix~~~
Her eyes looked around happily, searching for another target and shot down one running from the scene mercilessly.
The cold fire inside her quelled as she took in her surroundings. All around her lay the bodies of those bold enough to attack her. So many that some had landed on the ones already struck down.
Feeling accomplished with herself, she found herself skipping to meet up with the others now that the battle was over. She met up with Legolas and Gimli, who was on his knees wailing, at the edge of a cliff to see that Legolas held a necklace that she had observed Aragorn wearing while looking over the cliff forlornly with searching eyes.
It did not take much to piece it together.
Something struck her in that moment. An image of Aragorn's calm face pierced her mind, and she cocked her head to the side, wondering what had prompted it.
Waving it off instead, she said "He died battling for something he believed was right. Take comfort in that."
He looked to her in surprise in that moment, and she caught herself, realizing what she just said.
Bellatrix Black was comforting a muggle.
Bellatrix Black was consoling a muggle.
Immediately she felt bile rise in her throat and turned.
"Well it's not surprising seeing as muggle's potential is next to none."
She walked off, cursing this land and that damned light haired muggle for ripping such a response from her.
Bloody hell. What was wrong with her?
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They arrived in Helm's Deep sooner than she had thought. Bellatrix found herself tilting her head to the side, and staring at in curiosity. Somehow it reminded her of Hogwarts, but she couldn't figure out why.
Throughout the rest of the way, she had avoided Legolas completely as if he were going to poison the air she breathed if he came near her.
At one point she found herself staring at him, and was about to curse herself when she noticed something…rather odd. His ears were pointed.
"Bloody He-" Her mouth was covered by a large hand, and she glared at the owner. Severus removed his hand and whispered "He is an elf. Not like the ones from our land, and it would be prudent if you did not make it so obvious that you are not from this world. Who knows what might happen."
Bellatrix pursed her lips and considered his words before settling on glaring at him.
"Don't ever touch me again you half-blooded twit."
He rubbed his temples, as if gaining a headache and walked into the keep next to her.
They didn't know, however, that the elf that they had spoke of, had heard what they were saying. He wondered what exactly the elves were like from their land. He was naturally curious to learn of others of his kind, and wondered how different they were from himself.
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Bellatrix wanted to stab the brute in the eye with the fork she held. That was the only thing she could think about right now.
A man in his thirties sat diagonally from her eating, and was going on and on about how women shouldn't fight, and how they couldn't possibly match up to a man's power.
Yup. She wanted to rip his eyes from his sockets and torture him for a few hours. Curses sprang to her mind as he kept talking, quite obviously referring to her.
"It would be wise not to speak of women in such way when there is one near you about to show you how much power she herself has."
Severus' words were bored, but held a warning in them that was directed at the man, who waved it off.
"Nonsense. A women's place is at home, bearing and raising children, not in a man's war."
BAM!
Severus rubbed his temples as the man hit the floor and skidded a few meters away. Beside him, Bellatrix took a sip of her drink, with her eyes trained on the man and her other hand holding her wand pointed at him.
"You would do best to heed his words boy before I start cutting off the body parts that make you a man." Her words were icy, and held the promise of it in her eyes.
Bellatrix had to hold back everything she could to not kill the man right then and there. That would have caused a scene, and she assumed it would not go over too well with Gandalf when he came back. She could just see the vein in his forehead pulsating with anger now.
The man spluttered on the ground before shouting "A sorceress! Who would bring her to our haven?! She probably works for Soloman himself!"
"We would."
The doors opened to reveal Legolas striding in with…Aragorn. Ah so he had not died. However he did look worse for wear. The man had earned a small bit of respect from her.
Chatters erupted around her as the man sprang to his feet and started to shout at Aragorn.
"A sorceress you bring here?! You have condemned us all!
It was Legolas who stepped in this time.
"I have seen her fight for us with my own eyes when we were ambushed on our journey here! You would do well to treat her with respect as she saved many lives!"
"Trickery! She uses trickery!"
The chatters started to erupt into full-blown shouts before Aragorn stepped forward and shouted "Mithrandir himself chose her to come along so if you condemn her you are condemning his judgment as well!"
The shouts died down and the man stood there stunned for a while before swiveling his head to glare at her and then storming out.
Bellatrix was silent. Not because she had nothing to say, but because she was stunned. These people, who did not trust her, stood up in defense of her, even though she had not known them very long, nor given them any reason to trust her. In fact, she had thought she had sabotaged that already.
Looking back at her meal, she stabbed at it with her fork, contemplating the situation, as the others set to talking about what was coming for them in their fortress.
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Bellatrix stood looking over the top of the keep, deep in thought. She was mulling over what Aragorn, and Legolas had done for her. Why had they done it? They did not trust her, she knew that. Was it Gandalf's influence? Yes, that must be it. There was no way they stood up for her because she deserved it. In fact, she had made sure to give them the exact opposite impression.
"You have been unusually quiet lass." The gruff voice came from below her, and she knew it was Gimli.
She did not answer him. Mostly because she did not know how to respond to it. No one had ever taken interest in her actions that way before. Not even her mother whom had made sure to sear into her brain that Narcissa was the favorite. Even if Bellatrix was the eldest.
"Do not worry 'bout what that oaf of a man said, ya' hear? It's all just wounded pride it is."
Again she was surprised. She looked to him briefly before looking back over the edge of the keep. It was making her uncomfortable that they kept catching her off-guard with their words. She settled for arrogance.
"A man as ignorant as him does not even deserve breathe the same air I do."
The dwarf let out a billowing laugh before it was cut off by the sound of a horn. She was temporarily shocked before she saw the slightly excited face of Aragorn and Legolas rush past her.
She followed them, curious as to what was going on. When she met them, she found them greeting a group of warriors in robes that would make a seamstress drool. She took notice of their ears and drew up her nose at them.
More house elves. Blech.
The leader…Haldir she thought his name was, caught her eyes and she glared right at him. He studied her for a moment before speaking to Legolas in the language she did not understand, and she knew he was talking about her because as soon as he was finished Leglolas looked at her and then swiftly looked back. She growled deep in her throat. How dare they talk about her as if she weren't there. The small bit of gratitude that she had not known was there quickly vanished and she returned to thinking of him as a useless cad.
Turning around she stomped back to where she had been before, and huffed.
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Legolas walked the keep in silence, Haldir's words ringing through his head.
"I have a message about the girl"
At first he had assumed the worst, but then his next words absolutely baffled him.
"Accept what you cannot accept and you will gain what you thought you couldn't gain."
Legolas was usually able to decipher vague messages very quickly but this riddle stumped him.
What couldn't he accept? What couldn't he gain? And what in Valar did it have to do with that woman?
He found himself at the top of the keep, staring at her from a distance. She must have felt his gaze because she looked to him, before sending him a venomous glare, which surprised him. He hadn't gotten one of those from her in a while. He wondered what exactly he had done to trouble her so.
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Okay it's 3 in the morning so it's time for me to stop. I hope you enjoyed it!
I'm sorry it's been so long. I truly am, but I have VERY good reasons for it.
Just so you know, the thing they took out was non-cancerous but I do need to get regular check-ups. I hope I didn't worry you too much.
However from now on, this story will definitely be updated more often. My muse hit me in the face so I have an idea of where I'm going to take the story.
I can't wait to see what you think.
Love you all!
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