Just fyi, on the last chapter, its supposed to say Chapter 34 at the top, not Chapter 33. Minor error, sorry if there was any confusion!

Chapter 35

Anwyn gazed out at the huge crowd of orcs. The armies of Mordor. They had trolls as well, but it was mostly orcs. Thankfully, there didn't seem to be any Uruk-hai. They had only been made by Saruman, and had been destroyed at the battle of Helm's Deep.

She glanced at her cousin and Merry, who sat on their horse beside her. They were about three rows behind the King, her father. Which meant they would likely be riding with him. It truned out she was right.

"Arise! Arise riders of Theoden!" he shouted as he rode across the front of the ranks. "Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered! A sword day, a red day, ere the sun rises!" Theoden yelled. "Death!"

"Death!" the Rohirrim replied, just as loud.

"Death!" Theoden shouted again as he continued ridiing along.

"Death!" chorused the rest of the Rohirrim.

Theoden stopped riding and faced the forces of Mordor. He raised his sword. "Death!"

"Death!"

Theoden then spurred his horse, Snowmane, forward and rode towards the forces of Mordor, with the full might of the Rohirrim behind him.

Anwyn's breath caught in her throat as she rode forward. What would greet her, victory or death? She highly doubted that it would be victory. There were too few riders for victory. But what did she have to live for? Boromir was likely dead by now, Minas Tirith was in flames. She pushed the thoughts from her mind and raced into battle.

The Rohirrim quickly took out several orcs, yet a few of the Rohirrim fell at the same time. Hoewever, they did have an advantage: the orcs were on foot, and the Rohirrim fought on horseback.

For the first several minutes, it seemed to Anwyn that they might actually win. Byt that point, many orcs had been killed by sword and spear or trampled to death by the horses.

Then came the oliphants. They were huge, towering high above the Rohirrim. Their tusks had spikes attatched, and there were riders on them.

"Reformm ranks!" Theoden yelled, and the riders all obeyed, lining up to face the new threat. They then raced forward.

Anwyn glanced around for her cousin and Merry. Eowyn was nowhere to be seen, nor was the Hobbit. She sighed in exhasperation before charging towards an oliphant and lashing at it's legs with her sword while attempting to avoid getting stepped on.

A beautiful young woman, an elleth with long black hair walks alone through darkness and shadows. The only light is that of a great eyes, wreathed in flames. The eye of Sauron.

Morwen, come home Morwen, my daughter, says a voice in her head. The voice belongs to a terrifyingly familiar voice. Sauron.

"Never! I know you're not really my father," she tells him. "I know that my real parents are elves named Sarnril and Ithiloth."

You don't really believe those lies, do you? Come home, now, Sauron tells her.

"No! Get out of my head!"

Come home, or I will kill all of your 'friends'. She whimpers in fear at the thought of aragorn, Gimli, Haldir, Malinaduial, and Caranduin being dead. At the thought of Legolas dying, she feels as if her heart is breaking.

"No! This is just a dream! It's only a dream! Stay away from me!" she screeches.

"Rana," a familiar voice called.

Trust me.

"No!"

"Rana, wake up. Rana. Rana." Legolas said as gently as he could, shaking the elleth awake. Her eyes flew open and one hand rose, slapping him across the face, making him flinch for a second.

A moment later, she recognized him and sat up, wrapping her arms around him. Legolas pulled her close as she trembled.

"It was only a bad dream, meleth," Legolas told Rana as he held her. "You're safe, everything's fine."

"I heard him, I- I think hes looking for me!" she whispered.

Legolas' eyes darkened. She could only mean Sauron.

"He won't do anything to you, I promise," Legolas vowed. He continued to hold her for a few minutes longer. He then sighed and released her, and untangled her arms from around him. "Anyway, its time, we're almost at Minas Tirith now."

Rana nodded and stood. She quickly grabbed her weapons, then turned to look at him.

"Out of curiosity, are you and Gimli going to turn this into a competition again?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Legolas grinned. "Of course, and Caranduin plans to be involved as well, and I think Malinaduial and Haldir might too," he replied.

"Well, in that case, count me in," Rana said with a smile.

Legolas grinned and picked up his weapons, then the two elves left and made their way up to the ship's deck. Mlinaduial had finally calmed a bit from the ghosts.

"We should be there in one or two hours," Haldir said. "With luck, sooner."

Rana had the urge to ask him to tell her more about her parents, but decied against it.

"All this waiting is driving me crazy!" she said in annoyance. Malinaduial nodded in agreement.

"Same here," the other elleth said. "The sooner we get there the sooner I can relax."

Caranduin raised an eyebrow at her. "Relax? In the middle of a battle? Honestly, Malina, are you insane?"

Malinaduial smiled at him and hit his arm playfully. "Don't call me insane!" she retorted in mock anger.

The two elves then began to tease each other in a mock fight, both trying to seem serious but failing. The otehr three elves exchanged smiles, knowing that it wouldn't be long until Caranduin and Malinaduial learned their true feelings towards each other.

Legolas and Rana then walked away from the three other elves. They stood together on the ship, gazing across the water to the shore. Rana rested her head on Legolas' shoulder, and he put a comforting arm around her.

"Are you nervous?" he whispered, turning his head to face her.

"A little," she replied softly.

He gently kissed the top of her head. "We'll be fine," he promised her. "We have the dead on our side."

She pulled away and met his gaze. "True, but that doesn't mean things won't happen. We could still get hurt."

Legolas shrugged. "We'll be fine, Rana, I pro-" He didn't get to finish his sentence because suddenly, her arms were wraped tightly around him as she trembled, whimpering.

"He said that if I didn't go back to Mordor, he'll kill you and the others," she whimpered.

Legolas sighed and wrapped his arms around her. "I promise you, that won't happen. The ring is on its way to be destroyed, and he's too busy dealing with the siege of Minas Tirith. What could he possibly do?"

Rana closed her eyes and sighed. He was right. She relaxed as he kissed the top of her head again as she leaned against him, head resting n his chest. For now, everything was perfect. It had only been a nightmare. Sauron could do nothing.

Anwyn cut the head off an orc. She still had no idea where Eowyn was. She could, however, see her other cousin, Eomer. He was only a metre away, surrounded by orcs. It appeared that he had been knocked off his horse, which lay dead not too far off. She spurred her horse towards him to help. She was successful for only a few moments, however, as she was knocked off her horse, losing her helmet in the process. An orc towered above her, and she plunged her sword into it.

"Anwyn! What are you doing here?" Eomer yelled, cutting down another orc as she got to her feet.

"Trying to help you!" Anwyn shouted back. "And you may as well ask you sister the same thing if you see her, since its her fault I'm here!"

"Eowyn came?" Eomer sounded shocked and furious.

"Of course she did! It was her idea! And while we're at it, she brought Merry along as well."

"The Halfling's here?" Anwyn sighed. She and Eowyn would have some explaining to do if they ever got out of the battle.

"Yes, Eomer. The halfling came ot the battle. He would have been left behind, but while we were leaving, eowyn grabbed him!" Anwyn told him. "Look out!" She w=swung her sword, cutting down an orc that would have plunged its spear into Eomer's back.

Eomer turned just in time to see it fall dead. "You have some skill," he commented.

"Less than your sister, but just enought ot keep myself alive, she replied.

Eomer nodded before turning back to the battle. The two cousins fought back-to-back successfully. The battle field was growing less crowded.

"Can you see Eowyn?" Eomer asked.

"No, there's no sign of her," Anwyn replied.

"I hope she's alright."

"I do, too."

"There's plenty for all of us, may the best dwarf win," Gimli said smugly to the elves, who merely narrowed their eyes at the obnoxious dwarf. Rana sighed. Gimli would never change. She smiled. The dwarf may be obnoxious, but he was still a good friend, and she didn't want him to ever change.

Aragorn raised his sword, and the ghosts began to flow off the ships towards the orcs, who panicked and began to run for their lives. He, Gimli, and the elves then raced forward into the battle.