Sorry for the delay on this one guys, but thanks so much for your amazing responses!

BlossomLossy: Wow! Six cats! I do really like cats but I like them at other people's houses. I'm also allergic so that puts a damper on things... :P

LacyTheRomanWerewolf: I hope you heal up nice and fast! That doesn't sound like any fun. :/ I can totally see Thorin rolling his eyes at his niece and nephew when he discovered they were becoming friends with Thranduils son. But I like to think he might just give him a second chance.

NarniaTolkienNerd: Poor sweet Fili always tries to make people feel better, even when he feels like crap. What a guy. *has tons of Fili feels* And I adore bunnies! They're so darn cute! :)

Enjoy!

The Rohirrim were destroying orcs with little trouble. Brynn found herself relaxing into the environment. It was just orcs, she told herself. Nothing she hadn't faced before. There was a sense of familiarity to it that gave her a sense of calm. That might seem odd to some, but Brynn had been in the fight against orcs since she was born. Obviously she didn't start fighting until she was earlier, but the fight went way deeper than physical - it was a way of existence, and that feeling fuelled her sword strikes, felling orcs and Uruk hai one after the other.

They were driving the orcs to the river to corner them when the horn blew. Brynn's jaw dropped and she couldn't stop staring at the cause of the noise. A line of Mumakill were moving steadily toward the Rohirrim. On their backs were strapped platforms for soldiers. They were steering the massive beasts, and surely had archers on them. They began to charge, the mumakill swinging their tusks back and forth to sweep up anyone in their paths.

"Re-form the line!" Theoden yelled, trying to keep his men's minds on task. "Re-form the line!"

The Rohirrim hurriedly got back into their line, looking to each other for some sense of how they were to take these creatures down. This was not anything they had ever trained for. Brynn got separated from Kili in the rush and didn't have time to find him again. She cursed under her breath.

"Take them head on!" Theoden yelled. "Charge!"

Brynn kicked her horse hard and it took off like an arrow. Her mind reeled for an idea on how to take down a Mumakill but she fell short. She would just have to take it one breath at a time.

The Mumakill swayed their massive tusks from side to side, plowing through anything in their paths. They trampled or tossed their victims, killing them in seconds. The Rohirrim moved in close. Brynn was facing one of the giants straight on, but swerved to miss it's swing. Many men and horses were not so lucky, and flew into the air above her head.

Brynns move had kept her safe once but put her right in the way of another Mumakills deadly swing. There was no way her horse would get out alive, something she deeply regretted, but there was still a chance she could live. It was possibly the most insane thing she'd ever done, but she had no choice.

Brynn put her feet on her saddle and waited until the spike covered tusk was at just the right height. She leapt off of her horse and grabbed at a loose cord. It lifted her - high and had. She felt her arm pop out of socket and screamed against the pain. She almost let go, but the distance between her and ground helped her keep her grip. As the tusk went back down, she swung into the air above it, and managed to bring herself down to sit on it. The spikes gave her a bit of an enclosure, but she was startled when a man was speared on one and then flung off it a second later, leaving nothing but blood behind. Brynn twisted her arm back into socket and felt instant relief. She stood once more, nearly losing her balance. Brynn climbed up the cords around the tusk, heart soaring every time she went up or down with the Mumakills swings. Finally she made it to the top, and that's when the Haradrim noticed her. She drew a long dagger and got one out of the way so she could be in a safer spot, slicing his throat and letting him fall to the ground. The rest - six in total now - attacked at once, and she took them on. It was too close for swords, so all they used were daggers and fists. Brynn went for kill spots (heads, necks, and chests), spinning endlessly to meet all attacks and keep herself out of reach of at least two of them. She cut the legs of one of them and then grabbed him before he hit the floor of the platform, shoving him into another Haradrim. They both fell over and were gone. There were two more opponents on either side of her. One stabbed at her and she stepped back, using his momentum to turn the attack on his fellow soldier. When the deed was done she disposed of her makeshift weapon. She was fighting the last two when one of them got a spear stuck in his chest, and he fell off the side. Brynn used the distraction to kill the last man.

That's when the Mumakill began to tilt. Brynn steadied herself and then moved to see what had happened. The speared man had caught on the Mumakills ear. In an attempt to relieve the pain, the beast was turning into it, and it was headed straight for another creature. They collided, and both beasts crashed to the ground. Brynn was thrown from the back of the animal. She sailed through the air until she collided with the dirt and tumbled from the momentum, finally stopping a few yards away. She lay on her bruised back, trying to catch her breath. The pain made her muscles contract, and her back arched on the ground.

There was a horrible scream; the scream of a Nazgul. Brynn had seen pictures, and had seen the beast and it's rider flying above the city. Now it seemed it was very close to her. And if it was close to her, she would try to kill it.

Brynn rolled painfully onto her belly and pushed herself to her knees with her hands. She put one foot on the ground at a time and stood. The Witch King and his Nazgul were flying around the battlefield, lifting soldiers and dropping them to their deaths.

Theoden was on his horse far from Brynn, fighting strongly. The Witch King set his sight on him and flew with great speed to his target. Brynn ignored her pain and ran for the King of Rohan. She wasn't fast enough. The Nazgul snatched Theoden's steed between its teeth an threw them both. Brynn didn't stop. There was a chance the king was still alive, and if he wasn't she would get her revenge.

Something crashed into Brynn from the side and sent her flying once again. A huge weight fell atop her and it only took her a moment to see that it was an Orc. It was pale and ugly, and horribly deformed - even more than an Orc normally was. It got to its feet and lifted Brynn with a hand around her throat. It sneered at her with disgust as it squeezed. Brynn reached for a knife and stabbed at the abomination. She clipped him, but only succeeded in making him angry. He threw her with manufactured strength. Brynn cried out as she landed again on her back. If she survived to tomorrow, she wouldn't be able to move.

The pale Orc towered over her. "Now, dwarf scum, you die."

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooo

As the shops pulled up to the port, the four living warriors aboard made sure they couldn't be seen. No need to be target practice for the crowd of orcs waiting for them. They crouched low beneath the rail, waiting.

"Come on, you sea rats, get off your ships!" An Orc yelled to them.

The 'sea rats' looked at each other. Aragorn nodded, and they all leapt over the edge of the ship onto the ground. The orcs looked surprised as they approached them, not quite sure what was happening.

"There's plenty for the both of us." Gimli said to Legolas. "Let the best dwarf win!"

Fili smiled at his cousins competitive nature, then led the charge at the orcs. From behind them the Dead Army materialized and ran right through them, completely overwhelming the orcs. In just a few short minutes, the entire group was vanquished.

Fili, Gimli, Legolas, and Aragorn moved on to the battle, staying somewhat close as they fought viciously. As he fought, Fili kept an eye out for his siblings, though he knew it would be a miracle if he found them in this mess.

"Legolas!" Aragorn pointed to a Mumakill coming straight towards them.

Legolas nodded and ran for it, preparing to take it down.

The big beasts were something Fili had not been expecting. He had only ever heard about them and found himself regretting that they had to die. But they were creatures of war, and had to be brought down.

The mumakill Legolas had taken on fell to the ground, front legs collapsing. The elf slipped down its trunk and landed safely in front of Gimli.

The dwarf spluttered. "That still only counts as one!"

Legolas smirked and ran away to find another victim. Fili looked around at the battle, watching as the green army took down their own mumakill and started to purge the city of orcs. They were saving many lives. He just hoped the count included Kili and Brynn.

Ooooooooooooooooooooooo

Brynn rolled out of the way as the orcs sword fell towards her. The blade cut dirt where her neck used to be. She pulled her sword and rose to her knees, readying to block another blow. She did not have to. A green, mist-like force appeared, coming right through her and chilling her body. It killed the Orc attacking her and moved on. Warmth returned to her and only when it was further off did she realize that it was men - translucent men. They were ghosts. Fili and Aragorn had succeeded.

With no more enemies around, Brynn lost all her fight strength. Her sword fell from her hand and she relaxed, sitting on her legs. She just needed a second.

Her second was cut short when a sorrow filled scream sent a shudder through her body. It broke her heart - she knew what it was. She had heard it before. It was the cry of someone who had had all of their hope and joy torn from them; someone who's whole reason for being was gone. What Brynn didn't expect was that the heart wrenching yell came from Eomer. He was cradling a soldier to his chest, but it was not just any soldier. It was Eowyn. Brynns face crumpled in despair. She had known. Deep down, she had known Eowyn was in their midst. No one else would have taken Merry with them. And while she couldn't dispute Eowyn desperately wanting to fight for her home and family, Brynn should have followed through on her gut feeling. If not to save Eomer this pain. He sobbed, tears pouring down his cheeks, as he rocked her, hand tangled in her hair. Brynn wanted to go to him, offer some word of comfort, but knew he needed to be alone. And, she needed to find her brothers. The brother and sister in front of her only deepened the reality that her siblings could be lying somewhere too, dead or dying.

That's when she spotted Aragorn, standing a ways off and watching the same scene she was. And beside him stood Fili. Brynn wanted to burst with relief, half her stress gone, but she would never flaunt the fact that her sibling was alive and well when her friend was suffering from the opposite. She walked - quick enough you could call it a jog - to her brother, who came to meet her as soon as he saw her.

Fili hugged her so tight it upped the pain in her back but she didn't care. He stepped back and held her face, his eyes expressing the same feeling she had; relief, but still worry.

"Where's Kili?" He asked.

Brynn shook her head. "I don't know. We got separated, and I haven't seen him since."

"Okay, we'll split up. You go left, I'll go right. We'll find him, Bree." Fili kissed her dirty forehead and then left, going to search for him brother.

Brynn took a deep breath. She caught Aragorn's eye - he had been looking at her.

"Thank you." She said quietly, just loud enough for him to hear. She hoped he understood her meaning and the depth of gratitude in the words. Thank you, for bringing her brother back, for bringing the army, for fighting this war, for being her friend.

Aragorn bowed his head to her. He understood.

Brynn zigzagged across the battlefield, trying to look at everything. She was so scared of missing Kili. What if he was under something, or moving in the opposite direction as her? Another idea that she tried to push out of her mind was that he had gotten eaten by a nazgul. But she refused to think of that as a valid option. At least for now.

Brynn saw many soldiers dead, but kept thinking not Kili. But then she thought of how selfish that was. Why should her family not suffer loss? She just couldn't think otherwise. Legolas had once accused them of being numb to the idea of death. He was right, in a way. They had each faced death multiple times, but always came back from it. While that seemed good at the time, it had sort of deadened them to the idea that they might not make it to an old age. Brynns heart was telling her that he couldn't be dead - they always made it. They were the trio, Thorins heirs, the rulers of Erebor. They were children of Durin, and had inherited that strength. It was hard not to image the three of them, grey and crooked, still pulling pranks. But there was a reality that they wouldn't make it that far or worse, that only one of them wouldn't.

So, when Brynn saw that body - lean, strong, with dark hair and clothes Brynn was pretty sure she had bought for him - her soul reeled. The body was painfully familiar. She had seen it pretty much every day for her entire life. It was Kili, and he was leaning against a dead horse, a long gash across his blood soaked chest.

Brynn fought the bile rising in her throat but couldn't. Her legs gave out and she vomited over the hard ground, before forcing herself to stumble over to the body. She caressed the pale face and then pressed her fingers to Kili's throat. He was alive, but she didn't know how much longer he would be.

"Help!" She cried desperately, not knowing for whom she called. "Help!"

Brynn felt hot tears spill down her cheeks. Breaths were laborious. She couldn't stop holding his face.

Two soldiers appeared by her side, not sure of what to do. Brynn pulled herself together enough to speak to them.

"He's alive." She said, voice thick with sadness. "We have to get him to the city."

They nodded and lifted Kili carefully. Brynn walked with them a ways, heading to the white city, before realizing that she could not help.

She stopped. "I have to find my brother. Please, take care of Kili." She begged, reluctant to leave but knowing where her duties lay.

"Don't worry, my lady. We will." The soldier said as they continued on their way without her.

Brynn tore her eyes from Kili's body and went in search of Fili. He would want to know right away.

When Fili saw Brynn's face, he didn't have to ask.

Dun dun dunnnn. Poor Kili! And Eomer lol. My land that part in the battle when he finds Eowyn is my absolute favourite. Ugh. Karl Urban is a legend. It breaks my heart every time! The love he has for her... :'(

QotC: Favourite quote? Off the top of my head mine is "A writer is a world trapped in a person".

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