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Chapter 12
The battle was already underway when Faith joined it, but Faith, seriously pissed at being left behind didn't let that stop her from charging upon pretty much anything that didn't seem friendly to her. She spotted Aragorn and the Rangers a fair way in front of her and made her way cutting and slashing towards them. Gimli spotted her first, and watched stunned as Faith took out orc after orc. He was concentrating so hard on Faith's progress he almost missed the orc in front of him. Legolas noticed at the last minute. "Gimli!" He cried firing an arrow at the orc's head but Faith was quicker and took off its head without a second glance. The second glance only came when Legolas's arrow embedded itself in her arm. Darting a glare of pure venom at him she ripped out the arrow, before continuing her murderous spree across the field.
The battle continued all day long. Faith's temper had cooled but her strength kept her going until the battle was over and those who remained alive made their way to the city of Gondor. Faith was beyond feeling any emotion at this point, the only feeling she had left was her muscles telling her that they had taken a vote and were going on strike to spite her. She grimaced and walked up through the streets of Gondor, not bothering to consider that she didn't know where she was going. She was found by Gandalf. "Faith!" He cried, observing the dried blood from her arm, "Come I will take you to the Houses of Healing."
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Aragorn looked surprised when Gandalf brought Faith into the House. Faith wearily sat down, not even noticing that Aragorn was trying to examine the wound to her arm.
"Where did you get this? For this is not from the arrow of an orc or a Southron."
"I gave it to her." Legolas spoke from the corner of the room. The room turned to face Legolas. "And how did this happen?" Gandalf asked looking concerned.
"Elf boy here isn't as good a shot as he thought he was." Faith answered. "Leave it Aragorn. I'm fine."
"You must be treated Faith. Such a wound could be grievous to you."
"What wound?" Faith asked pulling down her jacket sleeve. Everyone looked stunned. There was no wound left, only dried blood. "The only wound I have is to my jacket." She continued. "And my trust." On which comment she made her way out of the room only to be stopped by Legolas catching hold of her arm.
"And there was me thinking you'd finished after you'd fired an arrow in me." She paused. "Are you going to let me go?" Legolas's hand remained gripping her arm more tightly. "Fine." She turned and moved swiftly. All tiredness evaporated as she moved against the elf who'd had the cheek to hit her with an arrow. She twisted her arm free and then managed to throw Legolas across the room. He landed painfully on his back as Faith advanced towards him.
"Faith" Said Gandalf almost as a warning. Faith threw a scornful glance at Legolas before leaving the room.
Chapter 12
The battle was already underway when Faith joined it, but Faith, seriously pissed at being left behind didn't let that stop her from charging upon pretty much anything that didn't seem friendly to her. She spotted Aragorn and the Rangers a fair way in front of her and made her way cutting and slashing towards them. Gimli spotted her first, and watched stunned as Faith took out orc after orc. He was concentrating so hard on Faith's progress he almost missed the orc in front of him. Legolas noticed at the last minute. "Gimli!" He cried firing an arrow at the orc's head but Faith was quicker and took off its head without a second glance. The second glance only came when Legolas's arrow embedded itself in her arm. Darting a glare of pure venom at him she ripped out the arrow, before continuing her murderous spree across the field.
The battle continued all day long. Faith's temper had cooled but her strength kept her going until the battle was over and those who remained alive made their way to the city of Gondor. Faith was beyond feeling any emotion at this point, the only feeling she had left was her muscles telling her that they had taken a vote and were going on strike to spite her. She grimaced and walked up through the streets of Gondor, not bothering to consider that she didn't know where she was going. She was found by Gandalf. "Faith!" He cried, observing the dried blood from her arm, "Come I will take you to the Houses of Healing."
***
Aragorn looked surprised when Gandalf brought Faith into the House. Faith wearily sat down, not even noticing that Aragorn was trying to examine the wound to her arm.
"Where did you get this? For this is not from the arrow of an orc or a Southron."
"I gave it to her." Legolas spoke from the corner of the room. The room turned to face Legolas. "And how did this happen?" Gandalf asked looking concerned.
"Elf boy here isn't as good a shot as he thought he was." Faith answered. "Leave it Aragorn. I'm fine."
"You must be treated Faith. Such a wound could be grievous to you."
"What wound?" Faith asked pulling down her jacket sleeve. Everyone looked stunned. There was no wound left, only dried blood. "The only wound I have is to my jacket." She continued. "And my trust." On which comment she made her way out of the room only to be stopped by Legolas catching hold of her arm.
"And there was me thinking you'd finished after you'd fired an arrow in me." She paused. "Are you going to let me go?" Legolas's hand remained gripping her arm more tightly. "Fine." She turned and moved swiftly. All tiredness evaporated as she moved against the elf who'd had the cheek to hit her with an arrow. She twisted her arm free and then managed to throw Legolas across the room. He landed painfully on his back as Faith advanced towards him.
"Faith" Said Gandalf almost as a warning. Faith threw a scornful glance at Legolas before leaving the room.