Aaaaaaaand...it's another chapter! Although, I feel it is a little rushed. My bad -.-
Loki'sdreamer: Guddry is not an Orc. As you know, Sauron had Men in his army too, not just Uruks and Orcs. Guddry was a man, captured by Sauron. Don't worry, his story will be told in the next chapter (which I am working on! HOORAY!) And of course, I'm going to keep going past the movies. There are babies to be born and wedding ceremonies and all that good stuff. Thank you so so so much for your reviews though. Seriously, reviews keep me inspired to write! :)
Enjoy!
~:Elven Kat:~
Rìan awoke to sunlight, streaming in through the window. A woman knelt in the corner, throwing logs into a roaring fire that spread its warmth throughout the room. Rìan sat up, noticing she wore a simple white gown instead of armor. The woman stood. She was young, with dark hair and soft brown eyes.
"You should rest, my lady," she said.
"Where am I? Who are you?" Rìan asked.
"I am Braedia. Lord Aragorn asked me to tend to you. You are in the House of Healing," the woman replied.
"Where is Legolas?"
"Your husband is in the throne room. Lord Aragorn is holding council there," Braedia replied.
"I must go to him," Rìan said, standing.
She winced as pain shot through her leg. Braedia rushed over to her.
"No, my lady. I cannot let you go. You must rest. Lord Aragorn would be most displeased," she begged.
"Then he shall be displeased with me, not you," Rìan said, smiling at the woman. "Now, will you come with me or not?"
Braedia hung her head slightly in defeat. Rìan left the room, followed closely by Braedia. A guard had been assigned to Rìan's room. He bowed as the two females passed him. Braedia led Rìan to the great hall which held the throne room. Two soldiers opened the doors for them. The pain in Rìan's leg subsided as she walked down the hall. Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Gandalf, and Eomer were standing in front of the throne. The heads of the males turned at the sound of the closing doors. Legolas, noticing it was Rìan who entered, ran to her side.
"Melamin," he said quietly. "You should be resting."
"I am fine," she whispered back.
"Rìan! What are you doing here?" Aragorn asked. "I told Braedia to keep you in bed."
At the sound of her name, Braedia lowered her head shame.
"And she tried," Rìan said. "But I am fine. Elves heal quicker than men."
Turning to Braedia, she dismissed her.
"I will return, worry not."
Braedia bowed and left the hall.
"We need to draw out Sauron's forces. We should march to the Black Gate and keep his eye fixated on us. Keep him blind to all else that moves," Aragorn said to Gandalf.
"A diversion," Legolas continued for him.
"A diversion? For what?" Rìan asked him quietly.
"Ten thousand Orcs stand between Frodo and Mount Doom. This plan will allow him safe passage through the plains of Mordor," Legolas replied.
"Certainty of death, small chance of success. What are we waiting for?" Gimli asked.
"Sauron will suspect a trap. He will not take the bait," Gandalf said.
"I think he will," Aragorn responded.
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Rìan returned to the House of Healing as night fell. Legolas came with her and together they stood at the window, looking out over the Pelennor Fields and beyond, where Mordor lay. The clouds shone a fiery red above Mount Doom. Rìan sighed, hoping Frodo would be successful. This evil needed to end.
"Come to bed. You need rest," Legolas said, pulling her away from the window.
She allowed herself to be pulled to his chest where he held her. Tilting her face upwards, she placed her lips on his. They kissed each other, growing more forceful as their passion grew. Legolas guided Rìan down to the bed as her hands fumbled with his tunic and breeches. As she undressed him, he lifted her gown and ran his hand down her smooth inner thigh. She gasped as he positioned himself between her legs and entered her. His strong arms, placed on either side of her, held him up as he thrusted. The long, powerful strokes became shorter and faster as the pleasure built up in him. With a low growl, his release came, spilling into her as she cried out, her own release following his.
They lay curled up in each others arms, their chests rising and falling as the lust faded from them, leaving behind love.
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The next morning found them riding to Mordor. Much to the disappointment of Aragorn and Legolas, Rìan rode with them, in her usual place in front of Legolas. She felt Legolas stiffen as the Black Gate came into view. The giant metal doors loomed over them as they approached. The soldiers of Rohan and Gondor stayed behind them as Aragorn, followed by Legolas and Eomer's horses along with Shadowfax, rode up to the gate.
"May The Lord of the Black Land come forth!" Aragorn called out.
It was silent. Nothing stirred behind the gates. And then, with a loud groan, the gate opened slightly before them. Out came a horse and rider, the rider clad in a black cloak and helmet. All that was showing was his mouth, long teeth surrounded by scarred lips.
"My lord, Sauron the Great, bids thee welcome," the rider said. "Is there any of you who wish to treat with him?"
"We do not come to treat with him. Tell your lord his armies must disband and he must leave this land, never to return!" Gandalf demanded.
The rider laughed, black saliva oozing through his teeth.
"Old Graybeard. I have a token I was bid to show thee," he growled.
He pulled something from his cloak and held it up. A shiny metal shirt that Frodo had worn.
Mithril, Rìan thought.
"No!" Pippin, who was seated in front of Gandalf, gasped.
"Silence!" Gandalf hissed at him.
"Frodo!" Merry cried from behind Eomer.
"Silence!"
The rider laughed again, his mouth curling up in an evil smile.
"I can see the Halfling was very dear to thee," he said, tossing the shirt to Gandalf. "Who knew one so small could endure so much pain. And he did, Gandalf, he did."
Aragorn nudged his horse forward.
"What's this? Isildur's heir?" the rider asked.
"It takes more than a broken sword to become king!"
All of a sudden, Aragorn lifted his sword and brought it down on the rider, cutting off his head.
"I guess that concludes negotiations," Gimli grumbled.
"I do not believe it!" Aragorn said, turning his horse around. "I will not!"
The Gate began to open even more, revealing an army of Orcs.
"Fall back!" Aragorn called.
They galloped back to the soldiers. Sauron's eye swept across the small army of Men. It rested on Rìan as Aragorn spoke to the soldiers in an attempt to calm them.
Rìan.
Sauron's voice was loud and clear in her head.
Come back to me, child.
Rìan shook her head, staring straight at the eye.
You defiant scum!
They dismounted as Sauron continued his attempt to torment her.
"Never thought I'd die fighting side by side with Elves," Gimli said.
"What about side by side with friends?" Legolas asked him.
Gimli nodded as Rìan smiled down at him.
"Aye, I can do that," the Dwarf agreed.
Aragorn turned to them, gripping his sword.
"For Frodo!" he said.
The future King of Gondor charged at the Orcs that surrounded them. Merry and Pippin yelled a battle cry and ran after him. Picking up the cry, the rest of the Men followed. Like a giant wave, the soldiers crashed into the Orcs. Standing back to back, the Elves fought, bringing down any Orc that stood in the path of their blades. And then came a screeching wail.
Nazgul.
The winged beasts flew down from the sky. But before they reached the soldiers, another screech was heard. Eagles collided with the Nazgul, ripping at them with their sharp talons.
"The Eagles! The Eagles are coming!" Rìan heard Pippin yell.
The army of Men fought with renewed strength as the Eagles flew above them. And then, it happened. The tower that held Sauron's eye began to crumble. Mount Doom shot balls of fire into the air. With a loud bang, the eye of Sauron disappeared, sending forth a shockwave that made the ground break beneath the feet of the Orcs.
So it is done. The Ring has been destroyed, Rìan thought to herself.
She leapt into the arms of her beloved Legolas, kissing him as a tear of complete happiness fell down her cheek.
~:✿:~
Rìan sat with Eowyn near the White Tree of Gondor. The sunlight was warm as it shone down on them. Eowyn had been gravely injured when she had killed the Witch King but she was recovering slowly.
"I wish I could've seen the tower fall," Eowyn said as Rìan told her of the battle at the Black Gate.
"It was a great sight," Rìan agreed.
"Melamin! Frodo is awake!"
Frodo had survived Mount Doom. The Eagles had rescued him and Sam and brought them back to Minas Tirith.
"Frodo is awake!"
Legolas came up to them, a smile on his face. Rìan excused herself and followed Legolas to the House of Healing. She could hear Gimli laugh from the room where Frodo lay. She walked through the door followed by Legolas. Frodo, surrounded by Merry and Pippin, smiled at the two Elves. Aragorn and Sam entered the room and the Fellowship stood around the bed, happy to finally be together again.
"Rìan, Pippin tells me you are with child. Is it true?" Frodo asked.
"Yes," Rìan replied, laughing.
"Come. Let Frodo rest," Gandalf said, ushering Merry and Pippin out the door.
The others left also, bidding farewell to Frodo. As Rìan left, she glanced back at the Hobbit. The freedom of Middle Earth came from this small Halfling. His name would be passed down through generations.
Such bravery in such a small man, Rìan thought as she closed the door behind her.