~*~* A/N: I'm writing this with a cat trying to type too. It's cute, and annoying too, but in a cute way. lol. Anyway, this story is getting rather violent, and I apologize in advance! This will be one of the last chapters, so I hope you enjoy them!*~*~
Annifrid and Ringathradiel ran through the forest, hearing Imgaeriel and the other guards giving them chase. Meanwhile, back in the city, Rinatarien readied the others, giving them weapons and instructing them on what was to be done. The hour was near.
"Attack Lhunwilyaiel and Lostlotiel," said Rinatarien softly, looking down upon the forty or so who sat about her. "This is going to be violent and dangerous, but it must be done."
Ringathradiel tripped over a tree root on the ground, and fell. Annifrid leaned over, helping her up.
"We must move quickly," she insisted, and the two girls continued running, until the city was in sight. They could hear shouting and sword clangs from within it.
"Oh!" said Ringathradiel, squinting her eyes. "Has it already begun?"
"Yes," said Annifrid, and they ran quickly into the city.
Ringathradiel was astounded and horrified by the amount of violence about them. She paused, and then drew her sword, still wet with Minyalonnwen's blood, as a Lhunwilyaiel approached them. Annifrid faught by her side, and they quickly overtook the lone guard.
Across the city, the men of the Fellowship were having a more difficult time fighting. The Hobbits stood, backs to back, fighting off the Lostlotiel that surrounded them. Legolas quickly shot arrow after arrow, but seemingly couldn't make a dent in the forces against them. Aragorn and Boromir both faught bravely and strong, their swords always meeting their marks. Gimli also faught hard, his axe gleaming in the moonlight. Gandalf stood several feet away, chanting a soft prayer for protection to the Valar.
Together Annifrid and Ringathradiel overtook all who crossed their paths. Hearing a shout in the distance, Annifrid turned, peering into the darkness.
"Imgaeriel approaches," she said, holding her sword high.
"I will go free the slaves," said Ringathradiel, and started off in the direction of the prison. Rinatarien came to Annifrid's side, a knife in both her hands.
"It is almost finished," she said grimly, and Annfrid nodded, glaring at Imgaeriel as she emerged from the night.
"Not yet," said Annifrid, approaching the other woman slowly.
Ringathradiel ran into the prison, quickly opening the doors. The slaves looked at her, mistrust and confusion playing on their tortured faces.
"You are free," she said, reaching the last door in the prison. Baranmundoion's door. She opened it, and glanced in. Not a thing had changed.
"I only wish you were alive to see this day," she said softly, and then turned, running from the prison, tears stinging in her eyes.
Annifrid glared up at Imgaeriel, who sneered back.
"I knew you were a traitor," she growled, and drew her sword. Annifrid already had hers out.
"Let us not waste this moment with words," Annifrid responded, and leapt at Imgaeriel. The sound of their swords clashing filled the night air, as they tarried and faught. Rinatarien was fighting one of the other guards who had arrived with Imgaeriel.
The higher guard pushed Annifrid to her back, and glared down upon her, a sword to her throat.
"What shall your last words be, lowly half-elf?" Imgaeriel demanded, a grin on her lips.
Rinatarien grimaced as a sword cut into her arm. With a cry, she thrust both her knives into the chest of the guard who caused the wound, and then turned, groaning, to face Annifrid.
"Annifrid!" she cried, rushing toward Imgaeriel. The guard looked up, a sneer upon her face.
Rinatarien distracted Imgaeriel long enough for Annifrid to get up. The two glared at Imgaeriel, then a sly smile spread across Annifrid's face.
"What shall your last words be?"
~*~* A/N : Personal note: I hate everyone. No, not really. I'm having a really bad day on account of my brutally retarded family. Please continue to read. And reveiw. Thank you, g'day.*~*~
Annifrid and Ringathradiel ran through the forest, hearing Imgaeriel and the other guards giving them chase. Meanwhile, back in the city, Rinatarien readied the others, giving them weapons and instructing them on what was to be done. The hour was near.
"Attack Lhunwilyaiel and Lostlotiel," said Rinatarien softly, looking down upon the forty or so who sat about her. "This is going to be violent and dangerous, but it must be done."
Ringathradiel tripped over a tree root on the ground, and fell. Annifrid leaned over, helping her up.
"We must move quickly," she insisted, and the two girls continued running, until the city was in sight. They could hear shouting and sword clangs from within it.
"Oh!" said Ringathradiel, squinting her eyes. "Has it already begun?"
"Yes," said Annifrid, and they ran quickly into the city.
Ringathradiel was astounded and horrified by the amount of violence about them. She paused, and then drew her sword, still wet with Minyalonnwen's blood, as a Lhunwilyaiel approached them. Annifrid faught by her side, and they quickly overtook the lone guard.
Across the city, the men of the Fellowship were having a more difficult time fighting. The Hobbits stood, backs to back, fighting off the Lostlotiel that surrounded them. Legolas quickly shot arrow after arrow, but seemingly couldn't make a dent in the forces against them. Aragorn and Boromir both faught bravely and strong, their swords always meeting their marks. Gimli also faught hard, his axe gleaming in the moonlight. Gandalf stood several feet away, chanting a soft prayer for protection to the Valar.
Together Annifrid and Ringathradiel overtook all who crossed their paths. Hearing a shout in the distance, Annifrid turned, peering into the darkness.
"Imgaeriel approaches," she said, holding her sword high.
"I will go free the slaves," said Ringathradiel, and started off in the direction of the prison. Rinatarien came to Annifrid's side, a knife in both her hands.
"It is almost finished," she said grimly, and Annfrid nodded, glaring at Imgaeriel as she emerged from the night.
"Not yet," said Annifrid, approaching the other woman slowly.
Ringathradiel ran into the prison, quickly opening the doors. The slaves looked at her, mistrust and confusion playing on their tortured faces.
"You are free," she said, reaching the last door in the prison. Baranmundoion's door. She opened it, and glanced in. Not a thing had changed.
"I only wish you were alive to see this day," she said softly, and then turned, running from the prison, tears stinging in her eyes.
Annifrid glared up at Imgaeriel, who sneered back.
"I knew you were a traitor," she growled, and drew her sword. Annifrid already had hers out.
"Let us not waste this moment with words," Annifrid responded, and leapt at Imgaeriel. The sound of their swords clashing filled the night air, as they tarried and faught. Rinatarien was fighting one of the other guards who had arrived with Imgaeriel.
The higher guard pushed Annifrid to her back, and glared down upon her, a sword to her throat.
"What shall your last words be, lowly half-elf?" Imgaeriel demanded, a grin on her lips.
Rinatarien grimaced as a sword cut into her arm. With a cry, she thrust both her knives into the chest of the guard who caused the wound, and then turned, groaning, to face Annifrid.
"Annifrid!" she cried, rushing toward Imgaeriel. The guard looked up, a sneer upon her face.
Rinatarien distracted Imgaeriel long enough for Annifrid to get up. The two glared at Imgaeriel, then a sly smile spread across Annifrid's face.
"What shall your last words be?"
~*~* A/N : Personal note: I hate everyone. No, not really. I'm having a really bad day on account of my brutally retarded family. Please continue to read. And reveiw. Thank you, g'day.*~*~