A/N:

I am making it clear now…

I am not writing the battle scene from anyone's POV except Leaza, so if you want to know what happened to the others, though you should know…, then watch the movie!

The doors were no match for the mass of bodies fighting against the rotting planks. Soon, despite Legolas' arrows, the orcs broke upon the small group like a raging tide. Every single member, including all four hobbits, rushed to meet their foe. Leaza struck forward, blades spinning, and carved a path through the orcs. She knew that there had to be a creature in the shadows pulling the strings. As the troll broke into the room, Leaza slipped out to search out the strength behind the strike.

Shouts came from in the room as the other nine faced the troll as well as the orcs, encouraging Leaza to quicken her search and return to assist the others. She slowed her breathing and let her mind search for any new presences. She felt a tainted presence move forward and opened her eyes. She was prepared for any twisted abomination Sarumon and Sauron could send, but she was not prepared for her actual opponent.

The long black cape hid the man's body, but he removed the hood, letting the light dance upon his reddish brown skin. His gray eyes, calm pools, looked into hers and she growled with anger. "I finally found you, highness." Namr sneered.

Leaza stared back, slowly comprehending the situation. "So, you were the spy for Sauron. It makes sense now, the way the top information was being leaked despite careful planning. What did he offer you? Wealth, fame, power?"

"My dear Leaza, I would never betray you for such worldly possessions. No, what he offered me was more. He gave me vengeance. Though I must say you are handling this situation much better than I thought. Perhaps you might even be a challenge. Shall we see who is more powerful; you, the silent killer, or I, the murderer of my own people?"

"What?" Leaza breathed, her heart freezing.

"Oh, yes, I must regret to inform you that the last survivors of our people met an untimely end at the hands of myself. I had orders to ensure that no more of that tainted blood could escape. Though you would have been proud of Goun, he was a true warrior to the end." Namr smirked, cruelty flashing across his gaze.

Leaza felt frozen to the spot, her limbs refusing to move. Only her trained reflexes of a warrior saved her a quick defeat as Namr struck out with an attack using the dark powers of Sauron. Leaza dodged the attack partially, receiving a burn on her shoulder. She turned to the shadows for cover and moved to a more fitting place for her to fight. She ended up around the backside of the tomb, the wall blown out by the attack so long ago. The pillars rose above her, and she stalked her prey from behind them. She sheathed her swords; they would be useless in this fight.

Inside the room came a shout from Frodo calling to Aragorn. Before Leaza could focus on the fight inside, Namr started destroying pillars in his hunt for her. His tainted powers were strong, and Leaza knew that a direct hit would be serious, possibly fatal.

"Come out, princess. Let me watch the life leave your eyes! Give me the pleasure of killing you, the witch who forced my parents to die!" Leaza remembered the day she had convicted the traitors, but could not dwell on guilt a the moment. She was running out of pillars, and Namr was growing more unstable with each passing second. Leaza moved to hide behind a new pillar when she heard the anguished cries of the others, calling out to Frodo; from what she could hear the situation inside had just taken a dark turn.

Her moment of hesitation gave Namr an opening, and he struck with all the power he could. Leaza raised her hands, using her own powers to shield her body. The onslaught lasted seconds, and Leaza felt her hands burning from the extended use of her own power and from the tainted power hitting her bare skin; she could not shield her palms any longer and they were taking a terrible hit. Finally Namr fell to his knees, burned of all his power. Leaza let her shield drop and approached the man, and realized that he was crying.

"Why, why do you win? What of my pain, my goals? Why is it always you?" He screamed, both in pain and in frustration. The dark power had torn his body apart inside and it was only moments before the damage would kill him. Leaza stood above him, pity on her face, "Because I'm the vengeful princess, and she always wins." Namr smirked, and fell forward, dead. Leaza turned to the room, listening. She could no longer hear fighting, or any shouts. Fearing the worst she moved to the room, cradling her hands before her, careful not to jar them; her shoulder throbbed as well.

Entering the room, she was met with mixed reactions. The others realized that: one, she had disappeared during the fight, and two, she was injured. She in turn took in the fact that Frodo was on the ground, injured but alive. Legolas moved to her, and noticing the way she held her hands, grabbed them.

Hissing, he looked into her eyes, "You used your powers didn't you. And too much by the look of it." He also took in her shoulder and the destruction beyond; as well as the fallen figure. The other eight had stood and now waited to move on, urged by the sound of more drums. The pain in Leaza's hands made her sway, but she held her footing.

Gandalf rushed by her, leading the rest of the group out of the tomb and back into the great hall. They glanced at the rubble caused by her fight, but wasted no breath with questions. The ten ran after Gandalf, desiring nothing more than to escape the mines without further incident.

The group sprinted, but soon they were surrounded by orcs, and forced to stop their run. They stood, facing their pursuers. Leaza, more or less useless, felt herself pushed to the center of the circle by Legolas. The orcs screeched at the group, but a sound resonated across the chamber that silenced even the orcs.

A/N:

K I know that fight scene was a little weak, but the epic ones will come later, so hang in there!