Legolas jumped down from the perch he had been waiting, arrow in hand,
during the fight.
His eyes meeting with Aragorn's sent his head cowering to the floor. Aragorn could not tell if the delay had been from lack of a clear shot or will to shoot. Aragorn though, was not angered; he could see that the young elf fought a battle just as hard.
Tears of sweat still formed on the elf's pale face, as he ran to Leali's still pained body.
Now, with the fight over and Saruman destroyed, Aragorn gathered his thoughts and surveyed his surroundings.
The man who he had sent to open the large black doors lay dead, still gripping his axe which stuck from the wood, a dagger sticking from his back. Aragorn walked up and with a prayer, laid the man on his back and let the doors swing open, free from their dead masters curse.
Through the doors bodies of both men and orc lay in huddled masses. As Aragorn strode to the middle of the room he recognized the white faces of friends and foe.
Deep thoughts over came him as he stopped and laid his hand over the brow of a dead solider, of not 16 years.
"A great toll has been taken, sir" Aragorn looked up for the voices owner, a tall captain, his weary armour stained with the dark blood of fallen orcs.
"How bad?" Aragorn's eyes lowered back to the youth. "Over sixty, lord. About twenty-five remain, some injured but all alive" the captain, lowered his voice, and looked drained.
Aragorn stood and laid a strong hand on the captain's shoulder. "And the orcs?"
"All dead, sir" Aragorn looked past the man to a corner of the bloodied room to a group of grim men, huddled and talking softly.
"Gather the men and salvage all you can. Alas, we shall move on, shortly" The captain nodded and walked in the direction of his comrades.
Aragorn looked around the room for the last time and began to make his way back to the great hall.
"Aragorn!" Legolas's cry brought Aragorn to a run. As he pushed his way through the black doorway, he saw Legolas kneeling overtop of Leali, who lay in a pool of her own blood.
Legolas had retrained her with shredded pieces of his cloak.
"It is not yet over" Legolas looked warily at Aragorn.
"The demon is still fighting, she will die soon if this continues" Sure enough, Leali's eyes, though were flickering blue, but quickly returned black.
"You will not kill me!- Argh" The demon cursed and winced with pain. "You can not kill me! I will not die!"
Leali broke from her restraint and took a strong swipe at Legolas, who grabbed her arm and forced it back to her side.
"I hates you! And all elfves! And you my liege! I spit in yours face and the faceses of all of you stupid race-"
The raging Leali let a shrill cry escape from her mouth. Legolas looked hopeful but was disappointed to find the demon undistorted.
"Ahhh- You love this being? This weak unimportant being? Why love her when me's is much more powerful?" Her black eyes gazed at Legolas, then winced.
" Let me go and I will gives you powers all the powers a handsome elf could ever dreams!" Legolas's stern face didn't waver, nor did his grasp on the smaller elf.
"Fool!" The demon yelped, disgusted. It was then did the demon give its last hoarse cry and Leali's body began to tremble.
"Legolas-" Aragorn grabbed the elf prince and pulled him off and away from Leali, from whose eyes came a stream of black light.
The black haze in her eyes began to recede and with a wale was ridden of the evil. Her original blue eyes sparkled as she gave Legolas a weak smile, before, with a moan, they rolled back into her head.
Legolas was instantly back at her side. She had lost a lot of blood and was extremely dehydrated. Aragorn took both arrows, slowly from the wounds and wrapped them tightly, trying to conserve as much blood as possible.
"Legolas, she must be taken to Rivendell, and quickly. I have done all I can" Legolas swiftly picked up the limp form and rushed outside.
Gandalf stood in silence, holding Shadowfax, prince of Mearas, by the reigns. "Swift you must be, Alas, Shadowfax will be your steed. None are as quick nor as smooth"
With that the great wizard handed the reigns to Legolas, who mounted, Leali at his side, and with but a word to the horses ear strode off into the distance.
Like? No? I would really enjoy any reviews….i haven't had one in so long…anyways.
Sorry I did not upload sooner.
Next Chp:
Will they make it back?
Will she be cured?
Will the next chp be the last?
His eyes meeting with Aragorn's sent his head cowering to the floor. Aragorn could not tell if the delay had been from lack of a clear shot or will to shoot. Aragorn though, was not angered; he could see that the young elf fought a battle just as hard.
Tears of sweat still formed on the elf's pale face, as he ran to Leali's still pained body.
Now, with the fight over and Saruman destroyed, Aragorn gathered his thoughts and surveyed his surroundings.
The man who he had sent to open the large black doors lay dead, still gripping his axe which stuck from the wood, a dagger sticking from his back. Aragorn walked up and with a prayer, laid the man on his back and let the doors swing open, free from their dead masters curse.
Through the doors bodies of both men and orc lay in huddled masses. As Aragorn strode to the middle of the room he recognized the white faces of friends and foe.
Deep thoughts over came him as he stopped and laid his hand over the brow of a dead solider, of not 16 years.
"A great toll has been taken, sir" Aragorn looked up for the voices owner, a tall captain, his weary armour stained with the dark blood of fallen orcs.
"How bad?" Aragorn's eyes lowered back to the youth. "Over sixty, lord. About twenty-five remain, some injured but all alive" the captain, lowered his voice, and looked drained.
Aragorn stood and laid a strong hand on the captain's shoulder. "And the orcs?"
"All dead, sir" Aragorn looked past the man to a corner of the bloodied room to a group of grim men, huddled and talking softly.
"Gather the men and salvage all you can. Alas, we shall move on, shortly" The captain nodded and walked in the direction of his comrades.
Aragorn looked around the room for the last time and began to make his way back to the great hall.
"Aragorn!" Legolas's cry brought Aragorn to a run. As he pushed his way through the black doorway, he saw Legolas kneeling overtop of Leali, who lay in a pool of her own blood.
Legolas had retrained her with shredded pieces of his cloak.
"It is not yet over" Legolas looked warily at Aragorn.
"The demon is still fighting, she will die soon if this continues" Sure enough, Leali's eyes, though were flickering blue, but quickly returned black.
"You will not kill me!- Argh" The demon cursed and winced with pain. "You can not kill me! I will not die!"
Leali broke from her restraint and took a strong swipe at Legolas, who grabbed her arm and forced it back to her side.
"I hates you! And all elfves! And you my liege! I spit in yours face and the faceses of all of you stupid race-"
The raging Leali let a shrill cry escape from her mouth. Legolas looked hopeful but was disappointed to find the demon undistorted.
"Ahhh- You love this being? This weak unimportant being? Why love her when me's is much more powerful?" Her black eyes gazed at Legolas, then winced.
" Let me go and I will gives you powers all the powers a handsome elf could ever dreams!" Legolas's stern face didn't waver, nor did his grasp on the smaller elf.
"Fool!" The demon yelped, disgusted. It was then did the demon give its last hoarse cry and Leali's body began to tremble.
"Legolas-" Aragorn grabbed the elf prince and pulled him off and away from Leali, from whose eyes came a stream of black light.
The black haze in her eyes began to recede and with a wale was ridden of the evil. Her original blue eyes sparkled as she gave Legolas a weak smile, before, with a moan, they rolled back into her head.
Legolas was instantly back at her side. She had lost a lot of blood and was extremely dehydrated. Aragorn took both arrows, slowly from the wounds and wrapped them tightly, trying to conserve as much blood as possible.
"Legolas, she must be taken to Rivendell, and quickly. I have done all I can" Legolas swiftly picked up the limp form and rushed outside.
Gandalf stood in silence, holding Shadowfax, prince of Mearas, by the reigns. "Swift you must be, Alas, Shadowfax will be your steed. None are as quick nor as smooth"
With that the great wizard handed the reigns to Legolas, who mounted, Leali at his side, and with but a word to the horses ear strode off into the distance.
Like? No? I would really enjoy any reviews….i haven't had one in so long…anyways.
Sorry I did not upload sooner.
Next Chp:
Will they make it back?
Will she be cured?
Will the next chp be the last?