Chapter 11: Fight
Nothing bad had happened.
I cant believe I'm saying this, but I'm finding that this battle is so far kind of easy to win.
My thoughts were changed when I noticed a line of Oliphants, or the Mumakil, marching towards us, a whole army under them.
More of Mordor has arrived.
"Reform the line! Reform the line!" Theoden instructed. "Sound the charge! Take them head on! Charge!"
We got in line once again, and this time without a dramatic speech, we charged.
When we hit the army, the Mumakil immediately stomped on us, and whisked us away with their tusks.
A wave of pain hit me. "No, not now." I moaned.
I forced myself to keep fighting, and as soon as I slit the throat of another orc, the pain disappeared.
Thank the valar.
I realized that I had lost Eowyn and Merry.
"Damn it." I cursed.
"AIM FOR THE HEADS!" I heard Eomer yell. I took out my bow, and my arrow peirced an oliphant's eye.
It roared in pain, and as I did, I shot it's mouth. It roared again, and took out my dagger and threw it at the mumakil.
It hit the monster right in the center of it's head, and it died.
I just killed an oliphant. All by myself.
I noticed another standing dangerously close to Minas Tirith.
I ran towards it, and a harradrim arrow barely missed my head.
I shot some of the men, and then rode under the oliphant.
I took out my sword and sabbed one of it's legs. Then I stood up and stabbed it's stomach, yanked my sword away and the mumakil toppled over.
All of a sudden, I heard a farmiliar scream.
I turned and saw Eowyn lying on the ground in front of the WITCH KING, her arm bleeding badly.
"EOWYN!"
Suddenly, a black arrow hit Thellia, and she collapsed.
I jumped off of her, but the orc pinned me down.
My sword and bow fell out of my hands, and my dagger was embedded In the head of a mumakil.
It punched me in the face, and I felt blood trickle out of my mouth.
It sneered and took out it's knife, it aimed it at my chest, but I hit it's arm, and instead of hitting my chest, it hit my shoulder. I cried in pain as It growled in anger, and suddenly I saw a golden-feathered arrow hit the orc's head. And it died.
I gasped and stood up.
I turned and saw Legolas there.
He nodded to me and ran towards another mumakil. I was sure that later, he would annoy the dwarf by talking about how he killed a mumakil all on his own, and then I will say that I killed two.
Observing that he didn't run to me and ask if I was alright, I aas sure he didn't see my shoulder...
I put my hand there, and when I held the hand in front of my face, my fingers were coated in blood.
Suddenly I remembered about what I had seen earlier...
I ran to Eowyn's side.
"EOWYN!"
Suddenly a metal hand grabbed my neck as well as Eowyn's.
"Let us go! I will kill you!" I cried as the witch king lifted us into the air.
"You fools, no men can kill me! Die now!"
Suddenly Merry stabbed it in the back, and it let us go. But he was still alive.
Eowyn and I shared a look, and we both took off our helmets. "We are not men!"
And at the same time, we stabbed it in the face.
We killed it.
And as I did, a huge wave of pain hit me and I fell unconscious.
*Normal POV*
Eowyn watched Eolyn fall unconscious, and she desperately wanted to help her. But another orc was advancing on her.
Eowyn crawled away, but the orc followed her.
She reached for the sword of a dead soldier, but as Eowyn touched it it rolled away, and the orc raised it's weapon.
Just in time, Aragorn and Gimli killed the orc.
Eowyn fell unconscious.
...
The battle was finished.
Legolas went looking for Eolyn, who was no where to be found.
The horrifying thought that she was dead hit him, but he pushed the thought away.
Eolyn couldn't be dead. She just couldn't be.
He noticed that Pippin was looking for Merry, who must've got into war somehow.
Suddenly a depressed cry echoed through Pellenor Fields.
Legolas turned and saw Eomer holding an unconscious woman- Eowyn.
The elf decided to look near where Eowyn was found, knowing that Eolyn would most likely be somewhere near.
Aragorn tripped on the corpse of someone's body.
When he looked down, he gasped.
It was Eolyn.
She was alive, but only barely. He could see that easily.
There was an orc's knife in her shoulder, and blood was pouring out of it as well as her mouth. Her pale face was even paler than before.
"Legolas!"
The elf rushed over.
His eyes grew wide upon seeing Eolyn. "No..."
"She is alive, but only barely. Can you carry her to the houses of healing?"
He nodded, picked the elleth up, and ran towards Minas Tirith.
...
*Eolyn POV*
I opened my eyes. Someone was carrying me through Minas Tirith- Legolas.
My shoulder hurt like hell, and I realized the knife was still there.
I felt him place me on a bed, and I heard one of the healers tell him to leave the room. My eyes were only slightly open, so they must've thought I was asleep.
"Ariane, or Eolyn, for she is now called, is becoming mortal. But she knows of her true self, and is now trying to regain immortality. Just as her sister Arwen is becoming mortal. By some magical force we do not know of yet, Arwen's immortality is now consuming Eolyn, and Eolyn's mortality is taking Arwen. But with the strong force of the dark lord, the transformation is failing. If Sauron is not defeated soon, both will pass into shadow..."
Those words echoed through my head and I fainted again.