"She's just not what I had imagined an elf prince claiming as their own,"
Gimli said as he watched Anarkyn farther down the wall.
"Elves look for light on the inside," Legolas returned.
Gimli chuckled.
"That would explain you befriending me, Master Elf."
Legolas smiled. He had explained some of Anarkyn's past to the dwarf, but even Legolas didn't know the extent of what she had undergone in her younger days. He was pained at the very thought. She was the way she was for a reason.
"She keeps the light locked in," Legolas said, "she's afraid to lose it."
Gimli watched his friend. He obviously did see something in the hardened elf that she might not even see in herself.
"I'm sure she is a good choice then," he said.
Farther down the wall, Anarkyn was watching land in front of the Deep. Her eyes came to focus on a mass of what looked like black specks. Highly attuned eyesight was something she hadn't lost in her years of torment and she soon recognized something that made her blood run cold.
"They're coming," she said softly.
She turned and walked back down to where the other elf and dwarf were standing. She looked at Legolas bleakly, but with the battle light smoldering in her eyes.
"Yrch," she said calmly in elvish, "they are arrived."
Legolas and Gimli looked in the way she had been watching. Legolas slowly let out a breath.
"We're probably not going to live through this," Anarkyn said coolly as she pulled out both long knives, "I'm going to the upper wall. They need more help there."
Legolas grabbed her arm before she could move out of reach. He looked at her with no perceivable expression then pulled her to him and kissed her hard on the lips.
"I love you," he whispered huskily into her ear, "and one day we're going to tell our children about how we defeated the orcs in Helm's Deep."
Anarkyn gave a stiff smile.
"That is the plan," she said as she walked away.
"Elves look for light on the inside," Legolas returned.
Gimli chuckled.
"That would explain you befriending me, Master Elf."
Legolas smiled. He had explained some of Anarkyn's past to the dwarf, but even Legolas didn't know the extent of what she had undergone in her younger days. He was pained at the very thought. She was the way she was for a reason.
"She keeps the light locked in," Legolas said, "she's afraid to lose it."
Gimli watched his friend. He obviously did see something in the hardened elf that she might not even see in herself.
"I'm sure she is a good choice then," he said.
Farther down the wall, Anarkyn was watching land in front of the Deep. Her eyes came to focus on a mass of what looked like black specks. Highly attuned eyesight was something she hadn't lost in her years of torment and she soon recognized something that made her blood run cold.
"They're coming," she said softly.
She turned and walked back down to where the other elf and dwarf were standing. She looked at Legolas bleakly, but with the battle light smoldering in her eyes.
"Yrch," she said calmly in elvish, "they are arrived."
Legolas and Gimli looked in the way she had been watching. Legolas slowly let out a breath.
"We're probably not going to live through this," Anarkyn said coolly as she pulled out both long knives, "I'm going to the upper wall. They need more help there."
Legolas grabbed her arm before she could move out of reach. He looked at her with no perceivable expression then pulled her to him and kissed her hard on the lips.
"I love you," he whispered huskily into her ear, "and one day we're going to tell our children about how we defeated the orcs in Helm's Deep."
Anarkyn gave a stiff smile.
"That is the plan," she said as she walked away.