Um… hehehe… hi after, *looks at story manager* about seven, eight months? *sigh* sorry, I haven't really been into Lord of the rings lately, and that's kinda obvious halfway through the story, and I haven't really thought about much of the story nor have I really sat down to try and write anything. Now I'm sitting here with a ghost adventures marathon waiting for Whose line is it anyway to come on listening to "Wavin' Flag" and I find that I actually feel like updating! O.O *shocked face!* I'll do what I can with little inspiration, so it probably wasn't worth the wait, but I hope its at least slightly enjoyable?

Here you go!

Disclaimer: the usual

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Horvath brought up his staff to block the blows coming from Aragorn's sword, then sent out a shock wave causing the king to fly backwards and making a feeble attempt to keep the raging flames at bay. Aragorn quickly regained his footing and launched himself right back towards Horvath, and the same routine started again. While they fought, Clara was helping Legolas and the knights deal with the advancing army while still keeping an eye on her king, making the flames leap at Horvath if he got an opening.

Arthur was kneeling by Merlin, keeping a hand on the warlocks shoulder while he fought off the last bit of pain from Horvath's spell. He was currently sitting on the ground with one hand clutching his head.

"Ow… I really hope Gaius has an amazing remedy for headaches." The king gave him a pat on his back.

"If not, I'm sure Clara could do something about it. Now, there's a power crazed sorcerer trying to tear down my kingdom so if you don't mind I'd love to give Aragorn a hand. Why don't you give Legolas and Clara a hand with those things that look like they lost a fight with a blender?" He paused and a confused look passed over his face. Merlin gave him an equally confused look.

"Um… did you mean 'bender'?"

"No, blender…"

"What's a blender?"

"I… I don't know."

"I really need to give you lessons on how cleverly insult and threaten people. I mean… really, you're terrible." He yelped when the king 'accidentally' knocked him over before getting up and running over to assist Aragorn. With a mumbled 'prat', he pushed himself off the ground and ran over to the Elf king and bender. Clara looked over to him.

"We need to find a fast way to take care of these guys. I'm not comfortable leaving Aragorn and Arthur to fight Horvath alo-"

"Look-out!"

Clara and Merlin Turned at the warning only to see several large flaming boulders hurling towards them. On instinct, the warlock threw his hands out in front of him and shut his eyes trying to concentrate on creating a barrier by visualizing it. The ground beneath his feet began to tremble, giving a great jolt as the boulders collided with the barrier he had created. He heard Clara let out a joyful laugh.

"Bloody brilliant Merlin!" and gave him a good slap on the back.

He opened his eyes and couldn't help but stare. In front of his outstretched arms was a towering rock wall that was now starting to crumble from the impact, but had managed to protect everyone from the flaming projectiles. Relieved, he laughed and let his hands fall to his sides, the wall crumbling as he did so. He looked over to see the bender with a calculating and slightly crazed look on her face.

"What are you thinking?"

She looked at him, a playful smile crawling across her face. "I wanna chuck flaming walls at them."

The warlock stared at her as if she had gone insane, and then turned his bewildered gaze to Legolas. He pointed at her with his thumb while addressing the Elf king.

"Is she always like this?" The elf smirked.

"Only when she's stressed." Merlin blinked.

"O….kay?" He turned again to look at her, and saw her eye twitching as she glared at the advancing army.

"I guess we'll just… 'chuck flaming walls' at them then." The warlock was almost frightened by the crazed laugh of delight coming from the powerful bender who was currently clapping her hands while dancing back and forth chanting 'squish the orc' over and over. He gulped and looked from her to the army and back again, trying to reassure him-self that throwing walls to flatten an army was a good idea. He addressed the girl as he walked over to her.

"And when this is all over, you're learning some stress management."

Ok, I know it's short. But at least its something right? And it just kinda went from attempt at serious to mostly humor, but hey! Humor is nice right? RIGHT! *takes deep breath* ook. So Clara's crazed battle tactics may be due to the fact that I wrote this around 2 in the morning? I want to do some drabbles, but I need to update and finish my many other stories as well. Let me know what you think and give me some ideas for the next couple chapters. Please?

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