Chapter 10
She had tried to get more speed, but had not succeeded, and they caught her; one of them riding up beside her. She tried to kick him away, but he eventually grabbed her around the neck, and pulled her off her horse. One of them stabbed the horse after she was off, and he fell to the ground, his blood slowly running out of the wound.
The Nazgul that he grabbed her threw her to the ground by her throat, and she was grabbing her throat in pain, but she realized her situation, and ran as fast as she could, but it was futile, and of them corned her in a small cove made by tree roots.
How ironic, I die between roots, and the roots of my birth are the reason I am dying.
One of them grabbed her throat, again, and pushed her back against the tree, squealing to the others that he had her; she was almost three feet off of the ground when he shoved her back, and she would soon strangle. She remembered the last part of that damned prophecy, that if her so called 'Blood Tears' were spilt again, Sauron would take shape; he would probably torture her to death this time, to make sure that the prophecy came to pass.
She looked into the Nazgul's glowing red eyes, and taunted him, about how he would not kill her, about how he much too weak to drive the blade through her heart. "Weakling." The Nazgul had enough, and while she was still off the ground, pinned against the trunk of a great tree, he brought a blade up to let her see it, right before he drove it all the way through her stomach, until it was well embedded in the tree behind her; she could feel it rip through her skin, then the tissue in her body, and come out on the other side of her. She did not feel it too much after that, and she realized that if she did not move that it would bring her no great pain, and she would be able to bleed to death, painlessly.
I do love him.
You knew you did.
I do not know why I do. He is arrogant, and much too sure of himself. Yet I feel that if this had not happened it would have been meant to be.
But this happened, and he will be pained because of it.
Rinq realized the voice's words rang true.
The Nazgul let her throat go, and she pinned to the tree by the blade, and she felt her weight slowly bringing her down upon it, and the blade slowly ripping through her flesh even more. She screamed. She felt wetness in her eyes, and she felt a tear slowly running down her cheek.
All is doomed.
It was light, and it blinded the Nazgul to look upon her, and they all three mounted their horses and ran, most likely back to Dol Guldur.
She could not cause so much pain to such a stout hearted being, so, with her last breath, she managed to shout a few words out into the night air.
"NAMAARIE!!! IL' ER NAMAARIE!!!!" And she died.
The blade had been one of Moldur, and eventually evaporated into the air, leaving her body to fall to the ground, and when she did, a bright light shot out from it, going into the forest.
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"What am I doing in the woods?" He said it to himself. It was obvious he was in Lothlorien, though, because the trees were blurred, like there was heat rising up from the ground; then he found that the reason everything was blurred was because of the tears in his eyes…but were they from? He did not remember crying…
His horse was still running through the woods. He decided he must've blacked out for a moment, and that he was going back to Mirkwood; but then he remembered he was following someone, who he did not remember.
While he was going through the woods, he saw a piece of fabric or something of the like, hidden behind a gigantic tree root; no man would've been able to see the small piece. He slowed his horse, and brought it around so he could look at it. As he neared it, he saw that it was part of a dress, a white dress, and he soon saw the red that had been stained there from the blood. He saw a young Elf-girl's body laying there, dead. She had been practically skewered with a knife or sword, whose wielder was now longer there. He walked over to the slumped over body, and rolled it over. Her eyes will still open, yet they seemed to hold no color, but there was something interesting: A small trail of blood was left on her face, yet it seemed impossible for it to have gotten there, and he saw that it began at her eye, and there was even some lining it; it seemed as though she had cried blood…
Out of respect for the poor girl, Legolas quickly took the body to the Anduin, and laid her to rest in it's water.
While he was walking back to his horse, he swore he saw a light eminating from the woods, and he quickly traveled to investigate it, for by then it was nightfall. He found nothing, or no one…or so he thought.
He turned around, and saw the light again; it was coming from a girl, the girl whose body he had just placed in the river. She was engulfed in the light, and she was wearing a black dress; indeed it seemed as though the light did not belong around such a dark creature, yet it seemed to fit. She had dark black hair, although it seemed to be a heavenly color of blue, and she glided over to him.
"Tenna' san'" Until then; she whispered to him lightly, before she said one last thing… "Amin mela lle, Legolas." I love you Legolas.
He tried to reach out at her, but she had disappeared; she was gone.

Enriqua had died in the year 3014, 4 years before Gandalf reached Bag-End telling Frodo that his was the One ring. This was the year that Sauron was finally able to take his physical shape: The Great Eye.

The end