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Chapter 7- White Arrows
"Legolas you must shoot her," The wizard revealed from his saddlebag two long bone white arrows.
The arrows, which were carved from the limbs of the great trees of Fangorn, had writing engraved down their sides. Legolas's recognized the writing as an old, lost, elven tongue, which had been extinct for many decades.
"Take these arrows, Legolas. These arrows alone have the power to vanish the spirit that devours Leali." Gandalf placed the two white arrows in Legolas's extended hands.
"Two, no more no less, only one chance you have to succeed" Legolas's shocked face now turned grim.
"Gandalf…brave men fall from one arrow, how could Leali survive two? She will die" Gandalf looked sympathetically at the elven prince, he could see in his eyes that battle brewed within.
"Legolas. Though her body lays cold. Leali may still have chance. Alas, I fear death would be a great relief from the torture she withstands at present"
Legolas understood but was still uneasy.
"They come" Saruman, the dark wizard looked towards the figure which loomed, gazing through one of the many windows which riddled the great tower. "Yes I can feel them" the figure turned and faced Saruman. "They come in great rows seeking only to destroy what is ours. To destroy what we have strived to accomplish. Vermin" The elf stepped from the shadow where she had been standing, her crow black eyes sparkling with and inexpressible evil. "Fear is for the weak thus fear not master" she turned back to the window. Smoke from the enemy's camp could be seen bellowing from the distant plains. Leali watched and from her pale face appeared a smile. "Let them come"
The troops traveled on through forest and stream, stopping only to replenish their water supply or spoil themselves with a quick snack.
Soon the dark tower could be seen in the distance, willowing in and out of black fog.
The men though not showing it feared what would await them in Isengard. They were only a short distance away from their destination when Legolas spotted them.
A group of Ents, about twenty strong stood solemnly in a ring ahead.
As they grew nearer a figure could be seen lying on his back in the middle of the assembly. Gandalf's heart fell when he recognised the wounded Ent. Treebeard.
Aragorn stopped the troops and allowed the men to dismount and rest for a short time.
The Ents, who were staring woefully at Treebeard, were silent as the wizard and his companions came to the side of their fallen friend. "Treebeard, what happened?"
The large Ent had a horrible gash across his chest and abdomen, but still was able to answer. "We were to take Isengard, but their forces were strong and …and …she was there"
The wise Ent looked into the heavens "Leali. Daughter and friend. I curse the day that evil took such an innocent…" with his last breath passed, the Ent closed his eyes forever.
"Death came from both wound of flesh and heart. Sleep well friend" A long silence swept over the crowd, before a lonesome sob was heard pending from behind.
Legolas and the rest of the company, besides the Ents whose' eyes never left Treebeard, turn to find a weeping halfling, who had until then been unnoticed.
Legolas recognizing Merry walked over and gave the hobbit a caring pat on the back, and led him to Gandalf and the others.
"Merridoc, where have you been? And where's Pippin?" Merry wiping a tear from his cheek, answered his curious friends.
"Well, me and Pip got lose from the orcs when they were attacked by the riders. Treebeard found us and cared for us"
Merry looked down at his friend and continued painfully, "We went with the Ents to the tower…It was horrible. The Ents were met with an unexpected force. The numbers of orcs were far more then estimated and…and the she- devil was among them. I don't know what was wrong but Treebeard just stood there looking at the strange elf as the orcs attacked. It was horrible…Pippin. And poor Pip was captured as we were retreating. It was terrible"
In noticeable shock, Aragorn took the hobbit aside and tended the small wounds he bore.
Gandalf then turned to the Ents "We are going to Isengard. Will you be accompanying us?"
A few Ents shook their heads and walked off into the forest but the majority stayed. This made Gandalf happy and eased the soldiers' tensions.
They rested for a short while before mounting their steeds and once again finding a route to Isengard.
Merry rode with Aragorn, sometimes murmuring to himself about how awful the whole ordeal was.
Dark clouds hid the sun when they grew nearer to the soaring tower, dark and gloomy. A hush befell the men as they all stopped and gazed at the fortress.
At their surprise the number of orcs surrounding the tower was far less then they had imagined.
However this did not relieve the men's hearts of fear.
Before raging into battle, Aragorn stopped and lifted Merry off the horse, much to the hobbits objections. "You can not fight, friend" Aragorn looked down at the brave halfling. "Worry not Pippin will be saved"
And with that Aragorn kicked his horse and rode and regained his spot at the front of the troops, leaving the hobbit staring sadly from the safety of the woods.
The orcs in front of the tower were easily defeated and now lay dead from the men's swords and arrows.
The Ents stood and watched guard for any incoming troops.
Legolas and Aragorn were the first to burst through the heavy doors of the looming tower.
Gimli followed not long after, his axe covered with dark blood.
Inside they found a great room, shockingly clear of rubbish.
To the very right of the men, who now had all found their was into the fort, stood a large black door. A curious solider opened it and peeked inside.
Through the entrance stood a vast number of orcs, thriving for blood and fully armoured, waiting. The soldier's welcome was not warm; an arrow flew almost instantaneously and hit him in the head.
At the sight of their dead companion, the men flew open the doors and headed into battle.
Suddenly all the doors closed, trapping Legolas Aragorn and about twenty other men, who had been making their way towards the orcs, in the great hall.
The men bunched together beside the doors, they could hear the war cries of their companions through the thick wood and longed to help, little did they know their fate was much worse.
A figure jumped, her long black cloak trailing behind, down from a ledge of the halls wall and landed without a sound behind her unaware victims.
Though she made no sound Legolas sensed her presence, and twisted around.
The elven figure smiled from underneath the shadow of her hood. Aragorn now noticing the figure grabbed the attention of the rest and laid a hand on his sword.
Leali reached up and pulled off her cloak, her opaque eyes cutting through Legolas like knives.
She smiled, and slowly pulled her long shimmering sword out of its sheath. Aragorn motioned to the company to keep their guard on and to wait for a signal to attack.
Leali never taking her gaze off Legolas pointed her sword out and stood ready for battle.
This was signal enough and some of the headstrong men charged. "No! Not yet!"
Aragorn's words changed nothing; the men continued their charge.
Leali seemed happy with their confidence and with a series of swift movements felled the chargers.
A look of pain covered Aragorn's face. Now with only himself, Legolas and two other men their chances seemed slim.
What will happen next?
Will Legolas have the strength to shoot his love?
Chapter 7- White Arrows
"Legolas you must shoot her," The wizard revealed from his saddlebag two long bone white arrows.
The arrows, which were carved from the limbs of the great trees of Fangorn, had writing engraved down their sides. Legolas's recognized the writing as an old, lost, elven tongue, which had been extinct for many decades.
"Take these arrows, Legolas. These arrows alone have the power to vanish the spirit that devours Leali." Gandalf placed the two white arrows in Legolas's extended hands.
"Two, no more no less, only one chance you have to succeed" Legolas's shocked face now turned grim.
"Gandalf…brave men fall from one arrow, how could Leali survive two? She will die" Gandalf looked sympathetically at the elven prince, he could see in his eyes that battle brewed within.
"Legolas. Though her body lays cold. Leali may still have chance. Alas, I fear death would be a great relief from the torture she withstands at present"
Legolas understood but was still uneasy.
"They come" Saruman, the dark wizard looked towards the figure which loomed, gazing through one of the many windows which riddled the great tower. "Yes I can feel them" the figure turned and faced Saruman. "They come in great rows seeking only to destroy what is ours. To destroy what we have strived to accomplish. Vermin" The elf stepped from the shadow where she had been standing, her crow black eyes sparkling with and inexpressible evil. "Fear is for the weak thus fear not master" she turned back to the window. Smoke from the enemy's camp could be seen bellowing from the distant plains. Leali watched and from her pale face appeared a smile. "Let them come"
The troops traveled on through forest and stream, stopping only to replenish their water supply or spoil themselves with a quick snack.
Soon the dark tower could be seen in the distance, willowing in and out of black fog.
The men though not showing it feared what would await them in Isengard. They were only a short distance away from their destination when Legolas spotted them.
A group of Ents, about twenty strong stood solemnly in a ring ahead.
As they grew nearer a figure could be seen lying on his back in the middle of the assembly. Gandalf's heart fell when he recognised the wounded Ent. Treebeard.
Aragorn stopped the troops and allowed the men to dismount and rest for a short time.
The Ents, who were staring woefully at Treebeard, were silent as the wizard and his companions came to the side of their fallen friend. "Treebeard, what happened?"
The large Ent had a horrible gash across his chest and abdomen, but still was able to answer. "We were to take Isengard, but their forces were strong and …and …she was there"
The wise Ent looked into the heavens "Leali. Daughter and friend. I curse the day that evil took such an innocent…" with his last breath passed, the Ent closed his eyes forever.
"Death came from both wound of flesh and heart. Sleep well friend" A long silence swept over the crowd, before a lonesome sob was heard pending from behind.
Legolas and the rest of the company, besides the Ents whose' eyes never left Treebeard, turn to find a weeping halfling, who had until then been unnoticed.
Legolas recognizing Merry walked over and gave the hobbit a caring pat on the back, and led him to Gandalf and the others.
"Merridoc, where have you been? And where's Pippin?" Merry wiping a tear from his cheek, answered his curious friends.
"Well, me and Pip got lose from the orcs when they were attacked by the riders. Treebeard found us and cared for us"
Merry looked down at his friend and continued painfully, "We went with the Ents to the tower…It was horrible. The Ents were met with an unexpected force. The numbers of orcs were far more then estimated and…and the she- devil was among them. I don't know what was wrong but Treebeard just stood there looking at the strange elf as the orcs attacked. It was horrible…Pippin. And poor Pip was captured as we were retreating. It was terrible"
In noticeable shock, Aragorn took the hobbit aside and tended the small wounds he bore.
Gandalf then turned to the Ents "We are going to Isengard. Will you be accompanying us?"
A few Ents shook their heads and walked off into the forest but the majority stayed. This made Gandalf happy and eased the soldiers' tensions.
They rested for a short while before mounting their steeds and once again finding a route to Isengard.
Merry rode with Aragorn, sometimes murmuring to himself about how awful the whole ordeal was.
Dark clouds hid the sun when they grew nearer to the soaring tower, dark and gloomy. A hush befell the men as they all stopped and gazed at the fortress.
At their surprise the number of orcs surrounding the tower was far less then they had imagined.
However this did not relieve the men's hearts of fear.
Before raging into battle, Aragorn stopped and lifted Merry off the horse, much to the hobbits objections. "You can not fight, friend" Aragorn looked down at the brave halfling. "Worry not Pippin will be saved"
And with that Aragorn kicked his horse and rode and regained his spot at the front of the troops, leaving the hobbit staring sadly from the safety of the woods.
The orcs in front of the tower were easily defeated and now lay dead from the men's swords and arrows.
The Ents stood and watched guard for any incoming troops.
Legolas and Aragorn were the first to burst through the heavy doors of the looming tower.
Gimli followed not long after, his axe covered with dark blood.
Inside they found a great room, shockingly clear of rubbish.
To the very right of the men, who now had all found their was into the fort, stood a large black door. A curious solider opened it and peeked inside.
Through the entrance stood a vast number of orcs, thriving for blood and fully armoured, waiting. The soldier's welcome was not warm; an arrow flew almost instantaneously and hit him in the head.
At the sight of their dead companion, the men flew open the doors and headed into battle.
Suddenly all the doors closed, trapping Legolas Aragorn and about twenty other men, who had been making their way towards the orcs, in the great hall.
The men bunched together beside the doors, they could hear the war cries of their companions through the thick wood and longed to help, little did they know their fate was much worse.
A figure jumped, her long black cloak trailing behind, down from a ledge of the halls wall and landed without a sound behind her unaware victims.
Though she made no sound Legolas sensed her presence, and twisted around.
The elven figure smiled from underneath the shadow of her hood. Aragorn now noticing the figure grabbed the attention of the rest and laid a hand on his sword.
Leali reached up and pulled off her cloak, her opaque eyes cutting through Legolas like knives.
She smiled, and slowly pulled her long shimmering sword out of its sheath. Aragorn motioned to the company to keep their guard on and to wait for a signal to attack.
Leali never taking her gaze off Legolas pointed her sword out and stood ready for battle.
This was signal enough and some of the headstrong men charged. "No! Not yet!"
Aragorn's words changed nothing; the men continued their charge.
Leali seemed happy with their confidence and with a series of swift movements felled the chargers.
A look of pain covered Aragorn's face. Now with only himself, Legolas and two other men their chances seemed slim.
What will happen next?
Will Legolas have the strength to shoot his love?