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Chapter Twenty: Renewed Hope

Anger burned in my mouth as I looked around at the destruction. Once more, Dale was reduced to rubble by orcs, goblins and trolls. How cruel this world could be. How much more must the poor people of Dale lose?

Pushing that anger down into my stomach, I used it as the fire which kept me burning. I would fight to the death if need be.

As Gandalf kept watch over Bilbo, I protected us, keeping enemies at bay. I sliced into each orc that came too close to my deadly blades. Killing without reason or purpose was not in my nature, but this was significantly different. I fought for Dale, for the dwarves, for Bilbo, for all those who had died by evil's hand, for everyone.

We fought our way inside the walls of the city, which was already over run by foul creatures. It became increasingly difficult to keep an eye of Bilbo, but the brave, sweet hobbit was holding his own.

I had to focus on survival. If I was to be reunited with Legolas I had to stay alive. The sickening though that he had already been killed trickled into my mind.

You'd know if he were dead. You'd know!" I told myself, pushing the thought away once more, hoping with my whole heart that my dark fears were unfounded.

Somewhere behind I heard a might roar. I turned to see that Thranduil had reached Dale but his elk had fallen. The majestic animal had been slain. Thranduil swiftly rolled and was on his feet in an instant. He fought with fearless courage, only now showing his true self.

"Our fight is not yet lost." I growled with fierce passion.

Even women had joined the fight, protecting those they loved. This would be a sad but proud day for all of middle earth.

"Look! It's Thorin and Fili and Kili! Dwalin too." Bilbo pointed out four figures in the distance.

I nodded in approval. "He's taking his best warriors to cut the head off the snake!"

"AZOG!" Gandalf agreed "We might yet win this…"

It was then, as a familiar shiver ran up my spine and my stomach fluttered, that I felt him nearing. The clattering of hooves and the zip of woodland arrows found my eager ears. My heart was lifted and sobs caught in my throat.

"Eyngwen!" He called to me and my knees went weak.

"Legolas." I breathed

He had returned to me.