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Fellowship Of The Fangirls
by TigerBabe aka Syndarys The Elf.

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Disclaimer: I own nothing, I am but a poor student, who lives off beans on toast. Suing me would be pointless... unless you want to deprive me of my beans on toast.

Authors Notes & Warnings: Shameless self insertion, along with some other people (e.g, my sister, Ivy). Rated PG for possible swearing, and rabid fangirls. Flame if you wish, but flames will just be used to cook my beans on toast. Also, it's based on the movie.

Extra Notes: This chapter isnt gonna be very humourous, just action basically... like in the movie :D Gets kinda gory too... I'm very sorry, I was in an angsty mood when I wrote this... well, if nothing else, it proves I can write angst & horror!

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Chapter 18

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We got to the Seat Of Seeing atop Amon Hen just intime to see Aragorn and Candra taking on at least 2 dozen Orcs by themselves.

I quickly went to work, firing arrows at the numerous Orcs which continued to surround us. Legolas was doing the same, while Nalin and Gimli hacked away at a few Orcs with their axes.

"Aragorn! Where's Frodo?" I called, as I fired an arrow at an Orc that was about to attack Candra from behind.

Aragorn continued slashing at the Orcs which dared to approach him. "I told him to run, and he did," he called back to me.

We continued fighting the Orcs for what seemed like an eternity, arrow after arrow was fired, blow after blow from the Dwarves' axes, and slash after slash from the Human's swords.

I drew back my bow, and took aim to shoot an Orc that was charging me.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my right arm, just above my elbow. I cried out in pain, "My arm!" I fired the arrow I had drawn back, killing the Orc infront of me, before dropping my bow, and pulling my dagger out with my left arm. I swung around, and stabbed the Orc behind me in the throat. I glanced at my arm as best I could to see the damage that had been inflicted. A black Orc arrow stood proudly, embedded in my arm.

"I... he shot me!" I cried in shock. I decided to ignore the arrow as best I could, while I continued to fight my way toward the rest of the group, as I would need some help removing the arrow, using my two daggers to stab any Orcs that got in my way.

I finally reached the rest of the group, only in time to hear a loud blast from a horn. I looked around wildly, trying to sense which direction it came from.

"The Horn of Gondor!" cried Legolas.

"Boromir!" shouted Aragorn, before he took off, followed by Candra.

I quickly stopped Legolas and the Dwarves from following.

"Wait!" I called out, "I need some help," I collapsed onto the floor. The loss of blood had made me faint, and with all the fighting, I had become very dizzy.

Legolas rushed to my side, "What is it?" he asked, his eyes roaming over me looking for the damage. From the way I was sitting, he couldnt see the arrow potruding from my arm.

"Arrow," I mumbled, "Right arm," my vision was going slightly blurry, but I was determind not to loose conciousness.

"Hold still," Legolas said, before moving so he could see the wound. His face turned grim as he examined it.

"Dont just sit and stare at it - get the bloody thing out!" I cried. I never had been one for paitence, especially not when I have pointy objects in me.

"Gimli, do you know what Athelas, or any other healing herbs look like?" Legolas asked, as he examined the wound further.

"Aye, I do," Gimli replied.

"Go and see if you can find any, take Nalin with you," Legolas told him. Gimli and Nalin went off into the woods a little further, in search of some herbs.

He took the dagger out of my hand, and proceeded to use it to cut away the material from around the wound. He then put the blade down, and took a hold of the arrow shaft.

"This is going to hurt," he said, "Alot." he then pushed it through rather than pull it straight out.

"AAARRGGGHHH, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!?!" I screamed out in agony.

"I needed to push it the rest of the way through, the barb was caught in your arm... if I'd pulled it out, it would've cut your arm to shreads," he told me, as he picked up the blade and cut the arrow head and barb off, just past the point it had penetrated through my arm. He then pulled the arrow shaft out of my arm.

"Oh, well thats much better," I said, "I dont suppose you could have warned me a little before you did that?"

Legolas smirked, "Wouldnt have been as much fun then," he told me.

I was about to bash him on the arm when Gimli and Nalin returned with some herbs. Legolas took the herbs from them, and proceeded to rub them onto my arm. The effects were felt immediately, and my arm felt much better. Legolas then untucked his shirt, and ripped a strip from the bottom, and used it to bandage my arm.

"Oh, if my being shot with an arrow results in you loosing material from your shirt, I'll have to get shot more often," I said with a suggestive waggle of my eyebrows.

Nalin and Gimli laughed. Legolas snorted, and grabbed a hold of my left arm, and pulled me up.

"I dont think it's worth it, really," he said with a smile, "But come on, we've got to get to Boromir!"

We took off again, having picked up our weapons, and ran off in the direction Aragorn had went.

We arrived just in time to see Aragorn kiss Boromir's forehead. My eyes widened as I saw that Boromir had 3 arrows embedded in his chest. I realised immediately that he was dead - no human could survive being shot with that many arrows. A silvery tear trailed down my cheek. Then I remembered Celarwen was supposed to be with him, but she was no-where to be seen, nor was Candra. I pushed my grief for the loss of Boromir down, and voiced my question.

"Where are Celarwen and Candra?" I asked, brushing my tears away with my sleeve.

Aragorn pointed over to the other side of the clearing, which was heavily laiden with corpses of Orcs. There sat Candra, hovering over Celarwen, who was lying on the ground. My eyes widened further, and I ran over to their side.

I dropped to my knees as I saw her. She was still alive, barely, but there was so much blood, I couldnt see where her wounds lay, nor could I see any chance of survival.

She coughed and spluttered, some frothy red blood gurgled up and out of her mouth, "I'm sorry," she started, "Boromir had been shot, twice... and I tried to draw away the Orcs from him," she coughed again.

"Ssshh," I told her, "No need to be sorry, what you did was very honourable, you should be proud of yourself," I said, trying to sooth her.

"But it didnt work!" she said, trying to shout, but failing when the blood filled her mouth once more, she spat the blood out, and it covered her face and hair, "I failed him, and the Hobbits..." she started to cough again.

"Where are the Hobbits?" I asked gently, stroking her hair as she lay on the floor before me.

"The Orcs took them," she said, tears now intermingling with the blood.

Nalin was now by our sides aswell, Gimli and Legolas stood a few feet away, grief and horror printed on their faces.

"Dont speak any further," said Nalin, "rest now, be at peace."

Celarwen smiled, and closed her eyes, "Thank you," she murmered. They were the last words she spoke.

Candra was horrorfied. She burst out crying immediately, tears burning down her cheeks. "No, no, you cant die! Dont leave me, please dont leave me!" she cried out.

I quickly got up, to go over to her side, but I was beaten to it.

Aragorn picked her up, and held her gently, stroking her hair, and mumbling words of sympathy, and appologies for not running quick enough.

Everybody stood and sat where they were for a few minutes after, not knowing the right words to say, or actions to take. All that could be heard was the muffled sobs of a grief stricken sister, mumbles of sympathy from a concerned friend, and the sounds of the near by waterfalls as the flow continued on, unaware of the tragedy that we had just witnessed.

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TBC... I am sooooo sorry... that was so damn angst and sad... I'll try to lighten it up, I promise!

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