Moment
Part 7: Sacrifice – Gandalf
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P.S. Some blood/violence/injury in this chapter, just a warning!
The air was filled with the sounds of battle.
We were sorely outnumbered, and with every opponent I cut down, more came to take their places. I prayed to the Valar that Aragorn knew what he was doing. He had decided that if he challenged Sauron with enough soldiers, Frodo might have a chance at destroying the Ring.
My staff and my sword whirled together as I slashed through the oncoming enemy soldiers. I was focused only on the battle, not even having the time to think through the sword moves before I executed them. Then a roar filled the air, and I looked up for a brief moment in shock as a large troll came crashing through the soldiers, ours and the enemy's alike. It stopped in front of a tall figure I recognized as Aragorn in a split second. He raised his sword, and charged.
I ducked to avoid a Southron blade as it came swinging towards my neck, falling back into my old rhythm. Parry. Turn. Slash. Parry—
"Aragorn!" Legolas screamed. "Aragorn, no!"
I turned slightly, still fighting, to see Legolas roughly pushing his way through the soldiers, a look of pure desperation and terror on his face. He never looked this terrified—except when Aragorn was in danger.
I followed his gaze, dreading what I would find, and gasped.
The troll leered cruelly at Aragorn as it raised its foot, bringing it down hard on the Dúnedan. Aragorn's body jerked in response, his expression pained as he struggled futilely to get the troll off of him. Legolas cried out again, this time in Sindarin. He couldn't get to Aragorn in time, and he knew it.
He abandoned his twin daggers, drawing his bow in a second. He notched an arrow to the string and let it fly. The arrow flew straight and true, piercing its target directly in its heart. The troll collapsed, and Aragorn scrambled to his feet, wincing as he gasped for breath.
But Legolas never even had the time to see if his arrow had hit its mark.
An orc had lodged its blade in his side the moment after he released the arrow. He cried out in pain, falling to his knees. His fumbling fingers managed to tear the blade out, before he slumped to the ground, motionless, blood pooling around him.
I cursed under my breath as I held off my attacker with my sword for a few moments. I raised my staff and hurriedly cast a spell of protection around Legolas. I did not want to be the one to tell Aragorn his best friend had died to save him.
Legolas would sacrifice anything for Aragorn, and Aragorn would do the same for him.
