I know I said it would be long. I lied. This is the last chapter. Sorry
guys. I'm pretty sure that I am doing a sequel.
A Warrior Herself
Aragorn bit into his corn and began to satisfy his growing hunger. Everyone around him were enjoying the same sense of relaxation. They were all pale though, all fearing the battle to come. He shifted his gaze to Arwen. She was sharpening a knife, and cutting at the corn on the cob. He looked to the four hobbits. They were all being playful, as usual. And they kept on eating. He looked to Gimli, he was snoring away, most likely gathering strength for the fight. Then, at last, he gazed at Legolas and Erin. They were the furthest from the group, and holding hands. Erin was giggling and Legolas was whispering into her elven ear. He smiled for the first time in ages.
Suddenly Arwen's ears perked, "They're coming."
Everyone suddenly became silent. Legolas and Erin picked up on the sounds and readied themselves.
"Hide. We want them by surprise." Aragorn advised them.
"Ok." Everyone ran off.
"Be careful." Erin whispered.
"And you." Legolas kissed her softly and they parted ways.
'So this is how it has to be...' Erin thought bitterly and she lept into a tree.
Mendacole and his troops of orcs came by, Mendacole riding a horse. Erin felt a surge of hate flow through her veins. She then saw Aragorn preparing to leap onto Mendacole. And so did Mendacole. Aragorn jumped and before Erin could scream anything of help, Aragorn was stabbed into the stomach by Mendacole. Arwen's scream echoed through the forest.
Erin immediately gathered her sword and jumped from the bushes. She began hacking away at orcs. There must have been about two hundred of them. The hobbits were fending off orcs from Aragorn.
Erin glanced to her left and saw Gimlileading some orcs away from them. She looked above, watching Legolas shoot his arrows into many orcs. Arwen was to her right fighting wit hatred. Erin caught sight of Mendacole riding away.
"No!" She yelled angrily and ran towards an orc riding a horse.
'When have orcs rode horses?' She wondered, but never lost speed.
Legolas saw what she intended to do and shot the orc with an arrow. Erin glanced over her shoulder, silently thanking him. She gained speed and stepped onto the fallen orc, using him as a footstep. She kicked the horse in the side and took off after Mendacole.
War was something that Legolas had always hated. He longed for a peaceful adventure, but he was considering this to be his last. As he was fighting he allowed himself to think of a future he could hold with Erin. They would marry, and journey together. After centuries of traveling, they could return to Mirkwood, and take their place as the King and Queen. They could have children together.
An arrow whizzed by Legolas' ear and he could hear Gimli grunting as he knocked it off track.
"Do not allow your mind to wander Elf!!" Gimli roared and continued his fighting.
Legolas growled and began shooting atleast five arrows at a time. He was secretly praying that Erin would be able to handle Mendacole. He noticed that the hobbits had taken care of their orcs and were helping Aragorn. Arwen finished her lot and ran towards Aragorn. Soon, the army of very stupid orcs was gone.
"Erin! She followed Mendacole!" Legolas jumped onto Grimsly's back.
The others gathered themselves onto horses as well and they followed the trail that Erin and Mendacole had long since passed.
Erin drew her sword as Mendacole also drew his. They were in a grassy field. Mendacole was grinning at her with a somewhat toothless mouth. He was much bigger than Erin. She was beginning to wonde rhow she would defeat such a foe. No matter how little she knew of him, he was still technically her family.
"Your mother used to be quite a warrior herself. She loved the hunt, but not the kill. I have a feeling you are just like her. Pray tell, do you really think you can handle me?" Mendacole was taunting her.
Erin gritted her teeth, "I not only think it, I know it. I do not care if you are from the same blood pool. You are going to die by my hand."
Mendacole roared and flew at her. Erin tried to side-step, but fell upon his attack. His sword grazed her arm and she kicked up, knocking him back. She lept to her feet and turned to face him. She swallowed hard, tasting her own blood. Mendacole flew once more at her and she brought her left foot up. The contact with her foot and his jaw was intense. He flipped over and landed on his stomach.
He was up in a matter of three seconds he was up and swinging his sword. The metal of their swords clanked together and they fought madly. He lashed out and cut part of her outfit and she had cut some of his hair. He was coming forward onto he and she was backing. When she saw a spared moment she brought her left foot up and kicked him back.
Now it was her advancing on him, and she seemed to still have the lower hand. She could not get past his sword to strike any part of his body. She felt a warmth devour her left side, he had struck her there just then. The blood was not heavy, nor the wound. But she felt the pain and then something opened up inside her mind. It was like a dark tunnel becoming lit suddenly.
Mendacole watched her eyes flicker with mystery, then that of an animal. She knocked his sword of its course towards her neck and kicked him under the jaw once more. She brought her sword down across his arm and cut off his left arm below the elbow.
The fellowship flinched as the screams echoed throughout the forest. Legolas could tell it was not Erin's scream, but Mendacole's. He spoke in Elvish to Grimsly and the horse sped up. He rode into a clearing, and saw Erin fighting Mendacole, who had one arm left.
Erin reared up and swung her sword as if she were an expert warrior. Mendacole's sword met her own and they made a loud thud. Whipping the sword `round, Erin's sword kept meeting Mendacole's. She felt behind her back with her spare, right hand. She pulled the dagger that Legolas had given her out. She kept swinging and brought her right hand out suddenly, gorging Mendacole in the side. He let out a yell, and thrusted his sword out, gashing Erin's left side again.
"ERIN!" Yelled Legolas.
He knew he shouldn't have yelled, but it came out before he thought. Erin, though, did not seem to notice Legolas. She shoved the dagger forward and pierced Mendacole's heart.
He fell to his knees, his head bowed. Erin brought her sword up. Then he glared up at her with grey, hated eyes.
"They were right. You are the *Daughter of the Elves*. Now, I know this in the end. Pray tell me Princess Erinia, before you behead me, do you really think Legolas is enough for you?" He sneered in a strangled voice.
"More than enough." Was the words he heard last.
Arwen sucked in a breath, along with Aragorn beside her. Erin brought the sword down.
Gimli saw to it that Mendacole's head was put seperate from his body. They were journeying back to Rivendell. Legolas had bandaged Erin's side, and allowed her to clean the cuts on his face.
"I feared that I offset you when I yelled your name during your battle with Mendacole." He confessed.
"No. I heard your concerned voice and felt safer." Erin ran a finger along his jawline.
"I love you Erin." He caughte her hand.
"I love you too my elf." Erin then caught his lips in a kiss.
Knowing in the end, that she was where she was finally wanted.
~*~
Hahahahahahaha! This is the end! No more chapters! I will be writing a sequel after I finish my next story, which is already in production. So it could be a few weeks. Hehehe, this is the first time I've finished a story. I EXPECT LOADS OF REVIEWS!
A Warrior Herself
Aragorn bit into his corn and began to satisfy his growing hunger. Everyone around him were enjoying the same sense of relaxation. They were all pale though, all fearing the battle to come. He shifted his gaze to Arwen. She was sharpening a knife, and cutting at the corn on the cob. He looked to the four hobbits. They were all being playful, as usual. And they kept on eating. He looked to Gimli, he was snoring away, most likely gathering strength for the fight. Then, at last, he gazed at Legolas and Erin. They were the furthest from the group, and holding hands. Erin was giggling and Legolas was whispering into her elven ear. He smiled for the first time in ages.
Suddenly Arwen's ears perked, "They're coming."
Everyone suddenly became silent. Legolas and Erin picked up on the sounds and readied themselves.
"Hide. We want them by surprise." Aragorn advised them.
"Ok." Everyone ran off.
"Be careful." Erin whispered.
"And you." Legolas kissed her softly and they parted ways.
'So this is how it has to be...' Erin thought bitterly and she lept into a tree.
Mendacole and his troops of orcs came by, Mendacole riding a horse. Erin felt a surge of hate flow through her veins. She then saw Aragorn preparing to leap onto Mendacole. And so did Mendacole. Aragorn jumped and before Erin could scream anything of help, Aragorn was stabbed into the stomach by Mendacole. Arwen's scream echoed through the forest.
Erin immediately gathered her sword and jumped from the bushes. She began hacking away at orcs. There must have been about two hundred of them. The hobbits were fending off orcs from Aragorn.
Erin glanced to her left and saw Gimlileading some orcs away from them. She looked above, watching Legolas shoot his arrows into many orcs. Arwen was to her right fighting wit hatred. Erin caught sight of Mendacole riding away.
"No!" She yelled angrily and ran towards an orc riding a horse.
'When have orcs rode horses?' She wondered, but never lost speed.
Legolas saw what she intended to do and shot the orc with an arrow. Erin glanced over her shoulder, silently thanking him. She gained speed and stepped onto the fallen orc, using him as a footstep. She kicked the horse in the side and took off after Mendacole.
War was something that Legolas had always hated. He longed for a peaceful adventure, but he was considering this to be his last. As he was fighting he allowed himself to think of a future he could hold with Erin. They would marry, and journey together. After centuries of traveling, they could return to Mirkwood, and take their place as the King and Queen. They could have children together.
An arrow whizzed by Legolas' ear and he could hear Gimli grunting as he knocked it off track.
"Do not allow your mind to wander Elf!!" Gimli roared and continued his fighting.
Legolas growled and began shooting atleast five arrows at a time. He was secretly praying that Erin would be able to handle Mendacole. He noticed that the hobbits had taken care of their orcs and were helping Aragorn. Arwen finished her lot and ran towards Aragorn. Soon, the army of very stupid orcs was gone.
"Erin! She followed Mendacole!" Legolas jumped onto Grimsly's back.
The others gathered themselves onto horses as well and they followed the trail that Erin and Mendacole had long since passed.
Erin drew her sword as Mendacole also drew his. They were in a grassy field. Mendacole was grinning at her with a somewhat toothless mouth. He was much bigger than Erin. She was beginning to wonde rhow she would defeat such a foe. No matter how little she knew of him, he was still technically her family.
"Your mother used to be quite a warrior herself. She loved the hunt, but not the kill. I have a feeling you are just like her. Pray tell, do you really think you can handle me?" Mendacole was taunting her.
Erin gritted her teeth, "I not only think it, I know it. I do not care if you are from the same blood pool. You are going to die by my hand."
Mendacole roared and flew at her. Erin tried to side-step, but fell upon his attack. His sword grazed her arm and she kicked up, knocking him back. She lept to her feet and turned to face him. She swallowed hard, tasting her own blood. Mendacole flew once more at her and she brought her left foot up. The contact with her foot and his jaw was intense. He flipped over and landed on his stomach.
He was up in a matter of three seconds he was up and swinging his sword. The metal of their swords clanked together and they fought madly. He lashed out and cut part of her outfit and she had cut some of his hair. He was coming forward onto he and she was backing. When she saw a spared moment she brought her left foot up and kicked him back.
Now it was her advancing on him, and she seemed to still have the lower hand. She could not get past his sword to strike any part of his body. She felt a warmth devour her left side, he had struck her there just then. The blood was not heavy, nor the wound. But she felt the pain and then something opened up inside her mind. It was like a dark tunnel becoming lit suddenly.
Mendacole watched her eyes flicker with mystery, then that of an animal. She knocked his sword of its course towards her neck and kicked him under the jaw once more. She brought her sword down across his arm and cut off his left arm below the elbow.
The fellowship flinched as the screams echoed throughout the forest. Legolas could tell it was not Erin's scream, but Mendacole's. He spoke in Elvish to Grimsly and the horse sped up. He rode into a clearing, and saw Erin fighting Mendacole, who had one arm left.
Erin reared up and swung her sword as if she were an expert warrior. Mendacole's sword met her own and they made a loud thud. Whipping the sword `round, Erin's sword kept meeting Mendacole's. She felt behind her back with her spare, right hand. She pulled the dagger that Legolas had given her out. She kept swinging and brought her right hand out suddenly, gorging Mendacole in the side. He let out a yell, and thrusted his sword out, gashing Erin's left side again.
"ERIN!" Yelled Legolas.
He knew he shouldn't have yelled, but it came out before he thought. Erin, though, did not seem to notice Legolas. She shoved the dagger forward and pierced Mendacole's heart.
He fell to his knees, his head bowed. Erin brought her sword up. Then he glared up at her with grey, hated eyes.
"They were right. You are the *Daughter of the Elves*. Now, I know this in the end. Pray tell me Princess Erinia, before you behead me, do you really think Legolas is enough for you?" He sneered in a strangled voice.
"More than enough." Was the words he heard last.
Arwen sucked in a breath, along with Aragorn beside her. Erin brought the sword down.
Gimli saw to it that Mendacole's head was put seperate from his body. They were journeying back to Rivendell. Legolas had bandaged Erin's side, and allowed her to clean the cuts on his face.
"I feared that I offset you when I yelled your name during your battle with Mendacole." He confessed.
"No. I heard your concerned voice and felt safer." Erin ran a finger along his jawline.
"I love you Erin." He caughte her hand.
"I love you too my elf." Erin then caught his lips in a kiss.
Knowing in the end, that she was where she was finally wanted.
~*~
Hahahahahahaha! This is the end! No more chapters! I will be writing a sequel after I finish my next story, which is already in production. So it could be a few weeks. Hehehe, this is the first time I've finished a story. I EXPECT LOADS OF REVIEWS!
