I'm back from my holiday and finally finished this chapter. I'm quite pleased with it, so I hope you guys are too. Let me know what you think.


Once again I'll have to be careful of arrows, but I need to ignore this disadvantage for now. I'm better use up here than down below, especially against an enemy such as this.

My first arrow is quick to embed itself in one of the riders of a Mumakil. It yells out in horror as it falls off its mount before landing harshly on the ground. Not a second later, his body is trampled.

Glancing down, I can't help but feel sorrow at the lives that are being destroyed right this instant. The Mumakil swoop their heads back and forth, their tusks, often armed, crash into the horse riders unfortunate enough to stray in their path. There are many, many casualties. It's sickening to hear the crack of bone along with dying screams, cut short.

Quickly shooting a spray of arrows, I clear the path for landing, crashing on top of one of the creatures. Immediately, I draw my sword, cutting down the last few perched on top before rushing toward the great creature's head. Sucking in a deep breath of air, I raise my blade high before digging it into the weak spot in the back of its skull with all my might, severing the necessary nerves.

I hold on to it as the Mumakil stumbles for a few moments before sinking to its knees with a loud crash. The earth trembles at the weight. Ripping out my sword, I quickly take off again, dodging the arrows aimed at me by only a hair. This kill just made them particularly aware of me.

I grin when Éomer throws a spear right into a Haradrim's captain's chest, making the man fall from his perch, the reigns of the Mumakil still attached. In response, the creature steers away from the Rohirrim and crashes into other Mumakil, wreaking havoc.

Spotting my two friends, I see they are still holding strong as well. However, taking a little more risk than I would like for them to take, getting up close and personal with the giant opponents. I quickly shoot down a Haradrim that had their aim set on the two of them.

However, I cannot prevent what happens next: I watch in horror as a Mumakil is brought down, and nearly on top of Merry and Éowyn. They are thrown off their horse and manage to survive, though now separated. I'm about to swoop down as they are being assaulted by Orcs, but a terrifying shriek pulls away my attention, sending my mind in overdrive.

Whipping back my head to look, I barely fold my wings in time before they are ripped away from me. I hold my breath as a head full of razor sharp teeth snaps closed where I was just half a second before.

Regaining control of myself after receiving such a fright, I'm very much aware of the opponent I face: a Ringwraith and its flying steed. I curse myself for being caught in its attention. Never before have I faced such an opponent. It makes my confidence waver.

I quickly dodge as the beast claws and snaps at me in mid-air before circling around to have another go. My heart beats hard in fright as my eyes take in the darkness behind the Ringwraith's veil. Something made of pure evil lies there.

Reaching behind me, I startle when I find my quiver empty. With an annoyed huff, I release my precious bow, not wanting it to get in the way. In its stead, I draw my sword once more, it already being caked in blood and face my opponent as it draws close once more.

However, as I anticipate its attack, I'm shocked when it turns away at the last second and dives towards the ground. As I realize what its intentions are, what its true prey is, my mouth opens in a silent scream, wanting to warn the unaware sovereign of the doom that is about to befall him. However there is nothing I can do…

The moment I go to dive after the creature, I sense another stir in the air. My eyes widen in horror and a shriek bursts from my throat as a set of black wings envelope me from behind. Claws dig into my body as they wrap around my torso with crushing strength.

Immediately I realize why my opponent left: Why bother with me when someone else can take care of it for you? I should have been aware, but I left myself open. Now I pay the price for my distraction.

I suck in a sharp breath as the pain hits me, making my world spin for a moment. A large head bends towards my form, opening its great mouth and showing off the rows of teeth. I nearly gag at the stench as the creature shrieks at me before going in for my head, a clear intention to bite it right off.

Thrusting my sword forward on part instinct, I let it bury its way into its eye socket and into their skull, it's tip coming out on the other end. With a harsh yank, I pull it back out sideways, cutting right through and nearly splitting its head in two. A moment later, I feel air rush past me and see the ground quickly approaching as the creature finds death.

Blinking disorientated, I groan in pain, feeling a great weight on me. I find it hard to breath and look up slowly to see the flying monster right on top of me, it's heavy neck lain across my stomach and chest.

Movement behind me catches my attention and looking back, I see to my horror, none other than a Ringwraith stalking my way. It must be this steeds' rider and if a Ringwraith could display any emotion on its face made of darkness, I suppose it would look quite displeased.

I try to wiggle free with all my might, but the creature is just too heavy for me to move and my sword lies way out of reach. There is nothing I can do to defend myself. I can only look on as a black sword is raised, aimed at my heart. I wish I could close my eyes, but find I'm unable to do so. The fear of death is petrifying my body and mind.

However, death does not come as the Ringwraith looks up, seeming surprised by its stance before retreating further and further. Finally he vanishes altogether, lost in the fray of battle. I thank my luck for having escaped such a horrible faith, but what is my luck made off?

As I wonder on what could have possibly saved me, a flow of green washes over the battlefield. They are the ghostly figures of men and as they move forth, they kill every enemy on their path, leaving the men unscathed. My mind instantly takes me back to the pathway in the mountains. I saw one of them before.

They are what Lord Elrond spoke off, I'm sure. So that can only mean that Aragorn succeeded. He and the others must be here as well!

Something at the corner of my eye catches my attention. It's still quite a long way away, but Éowyn's blonde tresses stand out amidst the fallen as I watch her crawl away from a wounded Orc, its eyes set on her form. She seems to be too hurt to defend herself.

At the sight, I wiggle around once more, desperate to free myself of this dead weight on me and rescue the maiden from certain death. "Curses!" I shout in irritation, feeling the sting of tears at the corner of my eyes. I feel so useless. "Éowyn!" I yell out, just as the Orc goes to strike her.

My despair turns into relief when another familiar face enters my vision, cutting off the Orc's arm with a slash of his sword. The Orc is finished by another familiar face, brandishing axes.

The figure of Legolas does not escape my notice as he dashes into a confrontation with a Mumakil head on. He has absolutely no reservations in doing so and manages to neatly take care of the creature along with its riders before he disappears from my sight. I can't help but be amazed at what I saw.

Glancing around, I notice the fight has moved away from me. Only the dead surround me now, causing it to be eerily silent in the area. A rather lonely feeling washes over me as I lay there, waiting for someone to notice me. Meanwhile the sun is beating down on me. I pick at the dry grass to occupy my fingers.

I am not sure how long it's been, but behind my closed eyelids, I see the light dimming. Night is slowly falling and the wailing of the wounded has been ceased. Either they died or have been taken care of, I'm not certain. I suppose I must have fallen asleep if time has passed for such a long time.

A light rustle meets my ears; the soft threading on dead grass, along side heavy steps. I know those footfalls like the beat of my heart.

"Therith!" a voice yells out in concern. I open my eyes just in time to see the form of Legolas jump over the steed, landing gently next to myself. His hand reaches out, caressing my dirtied face as his worried eyes run down my form to check for injuries.

"My love…are you badly injured?" he asks, eying the beast lying on top of me. I lick my dry lips and clear my parched throat. "I think it's not too bad." I croak, feeling short of breath and very uncomfortable, but I suppose I'm rather all right if all my limbs can still move. I wiggle my toes and fingers to check again.

I swallow hard, glad to finally have them near me again, have him near me. His crystalline eyes bore into my brown ones, silence falling over us for a moment. "I was so frightened." I finally force the admittance through my tightening throat. He nods silently in understanding before smiling proudly. "Anyone would be, rightfully so, but you did very well none the less. I knew I would see you again, alive that is. You're a strong warrior and I did not doubt you for a moment."

I can't help but smile at the comforting words and clasp his hand for a moment, before he pulls away, setting to work on freeing me. He manages with some help from Gimli. I breathe in a long awaited deep breath, trying to ignore the stench of rotting flesh.

I stumble a bit as they pull me to my feet, but are quickly caught in the arms of a worried Elf. "My legs have just gone asleep." I assure him, feeling an irritating tingle course through my limbs. He smiles in relief. "You've been quite lucky lass." Gimli remarks, making me nod in agreement. "Indeed." I say, letting my eyes wander the silent battlefield covered in the dusk of evening falling.