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suicide/rape plot devices and angst. `` Means elvish, --- signals a song or
something, [words] mean thinking. R/R. Thanks... and don't forget to Enjoy!
A/N: I wrote the song at the beginning, hence why it is horrible. Oh well, try to enjoy this chapter anyways. "Heru en amin" means 'My lord', but you'd say it to someone you do not know. That's why a certain someone gets offended. I know I did not really follow the Return of the King, but if I did, I would have had to re-do or add on before this battle, and I know you people wanted action.
**Also, does anyone know how to make text bold, italicized, and above all smaller? If you do, please get back to me a.s.a.p!
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1 Everything went wrong
2 In the midst of a gloom filled 'morn
When nothing was heard
But the sounds of fear
Of fear
Metal
Worn upon thy brow
Graced your face
Your eyes; your being
Yet aside this beauty, it did
not belong there
You took my hand, and told me not to fear
Everything would turn out right
Everything would be okay
I trusted you; listened
3 Eyes were now lidless that day
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Gleaming in dim sunlight, a coat of mail shined upon the pail skin of the elf. Equipped with a shield, daggers, a sword, bow, quiver of arrows, mail, and other forms of armor, the elf was ready to fight. Yet neither eagerness nor gloom shone in the deeps of the creatures eyes as everything around her began to spin and whirl. The cold of the metal upon the bare skin of the elf bit at the nerves, thoughts, and soul of Torrent of the Wind. Knowing that battle would always follow her, she slowly gave into the realization that 'this may be it'. Everyone and everything that she came to know and love could be brought to a swift end at the end of the war. An unseen sorrow filled her as she stood glumly, awaiting her orders from Aragorn, the captain of her unit. Alongside her stood Elesen, Faramir, Legolas, and many other men she did not know. The hobbits were sent together, but in a different unit, headed by Theoden, and followed by Eomer, and Gimli. The group included many other men of Rohan, Gondor, and other various regions of Middle Earth. All that wished or hoped that anything could be saved were here to fight today, to ward off the forces of Sauron from Minas Morgul in Mordor.
A faint voice, seemingly miles off, called to her, telling her to turn away- --to hide, yet the irony being there was nowhere to hide. Not any longer, at least. He fears rippled through the air and pushed wind away from her. A light that usually radiated brightly from her dimmed like the sun when darting between moving wisps of clouds. Standing alone, like a statue of stone---lacking the ability to move, she awaited death. Yet, Torrent hoped she would be the one to find it, and not have the omen find her.
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Yet, deaths loving scythe
Met me---
It met me
I saw it swinging
Calling out to me
In a gloom filled 'morn
After I heard you speak
Your last few words
The last words
I'd ever remember I would hear
You took my hand, and told me not to fear
Everything would turn out right
Everything would be okay
I trusted you; listened
Eyes were now lidless that day
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Her face look saddened now, as she struggled consciousness from the hardships in her heart and mind. A proud head was slightly bowed, and deep eyes diverted their line of sighs towards the ground as a strong voice caused her to emerge back into the real world. The voice belonged to Aragorn, a man who she disliked, and would now have to call 'captain'. He told the troops where they would march. What battle they would fight. The soldiers of her unit were told to stand in lines, whether marching or riding. As she mounted her horse and let her auburn hair fall atop her shoulders, sneers and glares were given to her in full for riding amongst men to a battle. Another barricade in this world held her back from true potential, all due to the fact that she was female. Before the calling of the soldiers, sometime earlier when everyone was 'suiting-up', a large group of men confronted her and merely harassed her for being there, wearing armor as if 'she was something important'. They told her to go home, back to the forests and to stay 'pretty'. Outside, her face reflected nothing, but shadowed over. Inside, she scoffed at them, knowing that all of the men that taunted her would fall to the swift lacerations of a Morgul blade.
Thinking that once again her sorrow would go unnoticed, Torrent to no adherence to what emotions she currently reflected in her deep evergreen eyes. Someone, however, watched her, and the sorrow she portrayed panged sorrow in his own heart. Thoughts of what troubled her so drifted through the mind of the man and sickened him. She was the only one that couldn't be found dead in the end for that would mean another win for Mordor, and a large loss to Middle Earth, not to mention a good friend.
Hours later, during battle
Clang. Smash. Swords upon swords, axes, shields, and armor echoed through the fields, now flooded with bonfires, bodies, and soon to be carrion as the good peoples of Middle Earth fought against the black armies of the Dark Lord Sauron. Compassion to fight and to become victorious filled the hearts of many. Another compassion filled the soldiers: the desire and compassion to kill. Bloodthirsty had the soldiers become, as they hewed at anything they saw that was shrouded black. Aragorn fought as hard as he could, alongside with his elven friends Legolas and Elesen, who had become quite a swordsman. The three had long since spent all their arrows and had long since forgotten about anyone else except for the three of them at the moment. Enwrapped and intrigued by their worlds filled with battle and blood, the three fought on, greedily so, wishing in their hearts for the war to be over.
Far away, two halflings fought dearly for their lives. Even farther than they, two struggled up the slopes of hell seeking the destruction of the One. Near the halflings, a bold woman of Rohan fought, her foe being the Nazgul King, stronger than any man, and fell down by some form of black magic as she hewed at the legs, arms, and torso of the thing. Merry and Pippin rushed to aid their friend, and stabbed at the creature, causing it to die as the last strokes were laid upon it. Just as Eowyn had done moments previous, the hobbits fell to the floor, unconscious, under the spell of a black death.
Separated and alone, one that was exiled by the good graces of fate from the moment they graced the world with their being fought against many with an immeasurable strength. Slashing at her foes, Torrent fought strong, trying not to die, trying not to render herself unconscious due the arguments in her head. Creatures of all sorts loomed up at her, swiping at her, trying to grab hold of her for their lord and his own purposes. Her blade brought each down as they advanced on her. A hidden power emanated itself somewhere within her as she fought, keeping her strength and dexterity up. A blood-curdling scream chilled her and caused her to freeze momentarily as a sharp blade cut deep and quick into her flesh as it ripped through her clothing like fire above her shoulder blades, now unprotected because her shield was no longer carried upon her back.
Tears welled in her eyes, and an inferno burned across her back, but as she bit back the pain of the laceration, she madly hewed at the creature that caused the damage to her skin. Nausea swept through her and she held back an urge to retch. The metallic, cold taste of crimson blood entered her mouth as she stood on the battlefield in awe. Her eyes darted to the Uruk Hai- like creature that had recently lacerated her back. The weapon, still held fast in its hand, was covered in a thick, black, bubbly substance. Except, for one side of the blade, where it was crimson red with blood. Her blood. A black poison was upon its word, and had now entered her body. Knowing whether or not she would live, she fought on. Letting out a yell of immense magnitude, Torrent rushed forward and helped anyone she saw in peril of death. [If I am to die,] thought she, [I shall at least help those who deserve to live!]
In an instance, three minds remembered her being as the echo of her scream met their ears. The three, now standing still, waiting for the next onslaught, exchanged a glance and split up to meet their partner, one that they were dead-set on keeping alive. However, their valiant attempts to aid their friend would go seemingly unrewarded when the next onslaught split the three companions. Leaving himself open again, Elesen was promptly shot by a foul demon with a large, black shafted and feathered arrow. Falling to the ground, a moan of pain escaped the elf's mouth, but he neither said nor knew any more from that moment on. Aragorn was hit and cut at, as with anyone else who was fighting, but did not fall prey to anything life threatening.
Sight was lost of Legolas, and another chilling scream was heard, followed by a cry of distress. Legolas had gotten separated again, and merely fought for dear life against the many moving forms amongst him and others. As he made his way through the bodies and other warriors, Legolas was hewn at, and received a large slash across his side, which began to burn with a fury. Hurrying, he came to an unfair sight by his standards as he saw a badly wounded soldier fighting against the most unlikely opponent: a wraith. Heading to help this person, he hesitated after seeing a glow radiating from the fighter. Soon, he recognized the swordplay of this person, but was still dumbfounded to his identity. With a foul swipe of the valiant fighters blade, the wraith was beheaded, and screamed loud enough to pierce ones eardrums. Legolas, however, was not too surprised by this: he had seen Aragorn kill many of these creatures today, in the same fashion. Yet, the warrior took four staggering breaths, and stabbed himself in the chest as he cried in distress, falling backwards onto the ground.
Legolas recognized the blood-covered face and ran over to the warrior. A rumble of the earth was felt, which soon turned to a quaking, and the plains grew silent. A sigh was heard about the land, and black clouds above dissipated, leaving only the gloom of haze and smoke in the sky. The shaking stopped, and Legolas continued over towards the fallen man. The elven man's face screwed up in disbelief as he laid closer eyes upon the man, who still took in deep, shaking breaths. "Torrent…" he murmured as he cradled the elf's head on his lap. Blood trickled from the corners of her mouth and cuts that appeared from nowhere. She opened her eyes, now hazy and golden in color, with tears of blood running down her face. Legolas ignored the pain in his side as he continued to crouch over his fallen friend. Blood trickled down his side and arm and slowly mixed with hers.
``Gurth gothrim lye tula,`` (Death to our foes came,) she spurted out. ``Amin luume' waana,`` (My time has passed.)
``Lle kai il- auta!`` (You cannot go!)
``Amin nowa caela, heru en amin,`` (I think I have to, my lord,) said she, dazed.
``'Heru en amin'? Tas amin, Torrent! Legolas!`` (My lord? It's me, Torrent! Legolas!)
``Mani uma lle quena, heru en amin?`` (What did you say?) she asked weakly, confused.
``Tas amin: Legolas. Rina?`` (It's me: Legolas. Remember?) he answered with love and caring in his voice.
``Uma… Tuulo' ann iriam,`` (Yes… From long ago.) ``Amin hiraetha, lirima cuar. Amin gurthaya.`` (I'm sorry, lovely archer. I am dying.)
``Uuner, lle anta est, Torrent---`` (No, you need to rest, Torrent.)
``Uuner… Uuner amin…`` (No… No I…). Fighting to stay awake and to live, Torrent began to lose the fight and began to sink into a deep sleep.
Panicked, Legolas tried to reassure her, along with himself, that all would be well. ``Shh. Est, Torrent. Lye nuquerna sen… Est, Torrent.`` (Shh. Rest, Torrent. We defeated them. Rest, Torrent.)
With a sigh and the closing of the gold eyes she now had, Torrent uttered words that broke the elven prince. ``Amin melaa lle, lirima cuar, Amin Legolas…`` (I loved you, lovely archer. My Legolas…) with that, she fell asleep, and she too, knew nothing more.
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In battle, you let go
Of my hand
My link; broken
Lidless eyes turned closed and never again opened
An evil omen
Spread across the land
A miasma that I mistook for your hand
Took me away---
It took me away
Aloft in the breeze were my cares
Cracked was the Earth I walked on
My problems made them belt
But just because I knew you
Just because we met
The battle in which I died
Meant nothing compared to that
But this happened all because of me
Thinking:
In battle, you let go
Of my hand
My link; broken
Lidless eyes turned closed and never again opened
An evil omen
Spread across the land
A miasma that I mistook for your hand
Took me away---
It took me away
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To be continued. (yay, crummy cliffhanger!)
A/N: I wrote the song at the beginning, hence why it is horrible. Oh well, try to enjoy this chapter anyways. "Heru en amin" means 'My lord', but you'd say it to someone you do not know. That's why a certain someone gets offended. I know I did not really follow the Return of the King, but if I did, I would have had to re-do or add on before this battle, and I know you people wanted action.
**Also, does anyone know how to make text bold, italicized, and above all smaller? If you do, please get back to me a.s.a.p!
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1 Everything went wrong
2 In the midst of a gloom filled 'morn
When nothing was heard
But the sounds of fear
Of fear
Metal
Worn upon thy brow
Graced your face
Your eyes; your being
Yet aside this beauty, it did
not belong there
You took my hand, and told me not to fear
Everything would turn out right
Everything would be okay
I trusted you; listened
3 Eyes were now lidless that day
-------
Gleaming in dim sunlight, a coat of mail shined upon the pail skin of the elf. Equipped with a shield, daggers, a sword, bow, quiver of arrows, mail, and other forms of armor, the elf was ready to fight. Yet neither eagerness nor gloom shone in the deeps of the creatures eyes as everything around her began to spin and whirl. The cold of the metal upon the bare skin of the elf bit at the nerves, thoughts, and soul of Torrent of the Wind. Knowing that battle would always follow her, she slowly gave into the realization that 'this may be it'. Everyone and everything that she came to know and love could be brought to a swift end at the end of the war. An unseen sorrow filled her as she stood glumly, awaiting her orders from Aragorn, the captain of her unit. Alongside her stood Elesen, Faramir, Legolas, and many other men she did not know. The hobbits were sent together, but in a different unit, headed by Theoden, and followed by Eomer, and Gimli. The group included many other men of Rohan, Gondor, and other various regions of Middle Earth. All that wished or hoped that anything could be saved were here to fight today, to ward off the forces of Sauron from Minas Morgul in Mordor.
A faint voice, seemingly miles off, called to her, telling her to turn away- --to hide, yet the irony being there was nowhere to hide. Not any longer, at least. He fears rippled through the air and pushed wind away from her. A light that usually radiated brightly from her dimmed like the sun when darting between moving wisps of clouds. Standing alone, like a statue of stone---lacking the ability to move, she awaited death. Yet, Torrent hoped she would be the one to find it, and not have the omen find her.
------
Yet, deaths loving scythe
Met me---
It met me
I saw it swinging
Calling out to me
In a gloom filled 'morn
After I heard you speak
Your last few words
The last words
I'd ever remember I would hear
You took my hand, and told me not to fear
Everything would turn out right
Everything would be okay
I trusted you; listened
Eyes were now lidless that day
------
Her face look saddened now, as she struggled consciousness from the hardships in her heart and mind. A proud head was slightly bowed, and deep eyes diverted their line of sighs towards the ground as a strong voice caused her to emerge back into the real world. The voice belonged to Aragorn, a man who she disliked, and would now have to call 'captain'. He told the troops where they would march. What battle they would fight. The soldiers of her unit were told to stand in lines, whether marching or riding. As she mounted her horse and let her auburn hair fall atop her shoulders, sneers and glares were given to her in full for riding amongst men to a battle. Another barricade in this world held her back from true potential, all due to the fact that she was female. Before the calling of the soldiers, sometime earlier when everyone was 'suiting-up', a large group of men confronted her and merely harassed her for being there, wearing armor as if 'she was something important'. They told her to go home, back to the forests and to stay 'pretty'. Outside, her face reflected nothing, but shadowed over. Inside, she scoffed at them, knowing that all of the men that taunted her would fall to the swift lacerations of a Morgul blade.
Thinking that once again her sorrow would go unnoticed, Torrent to no adherence to what emotions she currently reflected in her deep evergreen eyes. Someone, however, watched her, and the sorrow she portrayed panged sorrow in his own heart. Thoughts of what troubled her so drifted through the mind of the man and sickened him. She was the only one that couldn't be found dead in the end for that would mean another win for Mordor, and a large loss to Middle Earth, not to mention a good friend.
Hours later, during battle
Clang. Smash. Swords upon swords, axes, shields, and armor echoed through the fields, now flooded with bonfires, bodies, and soon to be carrion as the good peoples of Middle Earth fought against the black armies of the Dark Lord Sauron. Compassion to fight and to become victorious filled the hearts of many. Another compassion filled the soldiers: the desire and compassion to kill. Bloodthirsty had the soldiers become, as they hewed at anything they saw that was shrouded black. Aragorn fought as hard as he could, alongside with his elven friends Legolas and Elesen, who had become quite a swordsman. The three had long since spent all their arrows and had long since forgotten about anyone else except for the three of them at the moment. Enwrapped and intrigued by their worlds filled with battle and blood, the three fought on, greedily so, wishing in their hearts for the war to be over.
Far away, two halflings fought dearly for their lives. Even farther than they, two struggled up the slopes of hell seeking the destruction of the One. Near the halflings, a bold woman of Rohan fought, her foe being the Nazgul King, stronger than any man, and fell down by some form of black magic as she hewed at the legs, arms, and torso of the thing. Merry and Pippin rushed to aid their friend, and stabbed at the creature, causing it to die as the last strokes were laid upon it. Just as Eowyn had done moments previous, the hobbits fell to the floor, unconscious, under the spell of a black death.
Separated and alone, one that was exiled by the good graces of fate from the moment they graced the world with their being fought against many with an immeasurable strength. Slashing at her foes, Torrent fought strong, trying not to die, trying not to render herself unconscious due the arguments in her head. Creatures of all sorts loomed up at her, swiping at her, trying to grab hold of her for their lord and his own purposes. Her blade brought each down as they advanced on her. A hidden power emanated itself somewhere within her as she fought, keeping her strength and dexterity up. A blood-curdling scream chilled her and caused her to freeze momentarily as a sharp blade cut deep and quick into her flesh as it ripped through her clothing like fire above her shoulder blades, now unprotected because her shield was no longer carried upon her back.
Tears welled in her eyes, and an inferno burned across her back, but as she bit back the pain of the laceration, she madly hewed at the creature that caused the damage to her skin. Nausea swept through her and she held back an urge to retch. The metallic, cold taste of crimson blood entered her mouth as she stood on the battlefield in awe. Her eyes darted to the Uruk Hai- like creature that had recently lacerated her back. The weapon, still held fast in its hand, was covered in a thick, black, bubbly substance. Except, for one side of the blade, where it was crimson red with blood. Her blood. A black poison was upon its word, and had now entered her body. Knowing whether or not she would live, she fought on. Letting out a yell of immense magnitude, Torrent rushed forward and helped anyone she saw in peril of death. [If I am to die,] thought she, [I shall at least help those who deserve to live!]
In an instance, three minds remembered her being as the echo of her scream met their ears. The three, now standing still, waiting for the next onslaught, exchanged a glance and split up to meet their partner, one that they were dead-set on keeping alive. However, their valiant attempts to aid their friend would go seemingly unrewarded when the next onslaught split the three companions. Leaving himself open again, Elesen was promptly shot by a foul demon with a large, black shafted and feathered arrow. Falling to the ground, a moan of pain escaped the elf's mouth, but he neither said nor knew any more from that moment on. Aragorn was hit and cut at, as with anyone else who was fighting, but did not fall prey to anything life threatening.
Sight was lost of Legolas, and another chilling scream was heard, followed by a cry of distress. Legolas had gotten separated again, and merely fought for dear life against the many moving forms amongst him and others. As he made his way through the bodies and other warriors, Legolas was hewn at, and received a large slash across his side, which began to burn with a fury. Hurrying, he came to an unfair sight by his standards as he saw a badly wounded soldier fighting against the most unlikely opponent: a wraith. Heading to help this person, he hesitated after seeing a glow radiating from the fighter. Soon, he recognized the swordplay of this person, but was still dumbfounded to his identity. With a foul swipe of the valiant fighters blade, the wraith was beheaded, and screamed loud enough to pierce ones eardrums. Legolas, however, was not too surprised by this: he had seen Aragorn kill many of these creatures today, in the same fashion. Yet, the warrior took four staggering breaths, and stabbed himself in the chest as he cried in distress, falling backwards onto the ground.
Legolas recognized the blood-covered face and ran over to the warrior. A rumble of the earth was felt, which soon turned to a quaking, and the plains grew silent. A sigh was heard about the land, and black clouds above dissipated, leaving only the gloom of haze and smoke in the sky. The shaking stopped, and Legolas continued over towards the fallen man. The elven man's face screwed up in disbelief as he laid closer eyes upon the man, who still took in deep, shaking breaths. "Torrent…" he murmured as he cradled the elf's head on his lap. Blood trickled from the corners of her mouth and cuts that appeared from nowhere. She opened her eyes, now hazy and golden in color, with tears of blood running down her face. Legolas ignored the pain in his side as he continued to crouch over his fallen friend. Blood trickled down his side and arm and slowly mixed with hers.
``Gurth gothrim lye tula,`` (Death to our foes came,) she spurted out. ``Amin luume' waana,`` (My time has passed.)
``Lle kai il- auta!`` (You cannot go!)
``Amin nowa caela, heru en amin,`` (I think I have to, my lord,) said she, dazed.
``'Heru en amin'? Tas amin, Torrent! Legolas!`` (My lord? It's me, Torrent! Legolas!)
``Mani uma lle quena, heru en amin?`` (What did you say?) she asked weakly, confused.
``Tas amin: Legolas. Rina?`` (It's me: Legolas. Remember?) he answered with love and caring in his voice.
``Uma… Tuulo' ann iriam,`` (Yes… From long ago.) ``Amin hiraetha, lirima cuar. Amin gurthaya.`` (I'm sorry, lovely archer. I am dying.)
``Uuner, lle anta est, Torrent---`` (No, you need to rest, Torrent.)
``Uuner… Uuner amin…`` (No… No I…). Fighting to stay awake and to live, Torrent began to lose the fight and began to sink into a deep sleep.
Panicked, Legolas tried to reassure her, along with himself, that all would be well. ``Shh. Est, Torrent. Lye nuquerna sen… Est, Torrent.`` (Shh. Rest, Torrent. We defeated them. Rest, Torrent.)
With a sigh and the closing of the gold eyes she now had, Torrent uttered words that broke the elven prince. ``Amin melaa lle, lirima cuar, Amin Legolas…`` (I loved you, lovely archer. My Legolas…) with that, she fell asleep, and she too, knew nothing more.
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In battle, you let go
Of my hand
My link; broken
Lidless eyes turned closed and never again opened
An evil omen
Spread across the land
A miasma that I mistook for your hand
Took me away---
It took me away
Aloft in the breeze were my cares
Cracked was the Earth I walked on
My problems made them belt
But just because I knew you
Just because we met
The battle in which I died
Meant nothing compared to that
But this happened all because of me
Thinking:
In battle, you let go
Of my hand
My link; broken
Lidless eyes turned closed and never again opened
An evil omen
Spread across the land
A miasma that I mistook for your hand
Took me away---
It took me away
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To be continued. (yay, crummy cliffhanger!)