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Elora had been so glad that she had drawn the orcs away, she had sighed in relief as she rushed across the plains. But as the creatures drew nearer she began to feel the prickle of fear at her back. It pushed her to run faster, but she was already tired and knew she could hold up much longer. She saw a large grouping of tree's ahead and rushed toward them, the enemy could see her enter it but simply having their eyes off her made her feel safer.
She drew her sword and took deep breaths as she walked in the dark shadow of the trees, the sun's rays disappearing behind the horizon slowly. She'd run for a long time, she hoped her friends were far away and safe in Edoras. She let her back fall against a tree and a screech immediately made her jerk forward and turn.
"Ah!" The cry had been behind her but she saw no one. "Do you mean to crush me? How ungrateful!" She sighed and for a moment the quick humor she felt lightened her heart a little. She looked at her back and saw Rool crawl onto her shoulder.
"So where are we going, I think you are lost." He said with his hands on his hips. "I say we go this way!" He turned southwest and Elora's smile faded and she heard the orc's growls and hard footsteps approaching.
"Rool, stay hidden in my tunic. I'm afraid we're in a rather bad position right now." Rool's eyes widened and he smiled widely.
"Did you say go in your tunic? If I must." He laughed and she shook her head.
"I am about to be attacked by a thousand orc's and had I known you were with me I would have left you with the men." She said as he frowned.
"Ah! Men are no fun, they don't talk and they stink." He was now hidden in the layered shirt she wore. She pulled her cloak about her shoulders tightly and then held her sword to her forehead and said a silent prayer.
When she emerged from the tree's the sun was gone and her heart thudded in her chest as she saw that the orcs were surrounding the tree's glaring as she walked out. Holding her sword with both hands up and ready to fight. She noted that there were many smaller orcs now and they were hunched over and squealed in high evil voices. There were also tall broad men among them with wild faces, mangled limbs, uncombed hair and many had only a few teeth. One of the Urah Hai like the kind she'd already fough stepped forward. She swallowed as he leered and growled out his words that she barely recognized.
"You will come with us to Mordor. You can throw down your weapon and we will be gentle." He sneered and the others laughed and clanged their weapons together. He raised his broad sword and licked his horrid lips. "We are great in numbers and you are alone, why did you think it would be safer for you to leave your guides?" He asked as he walked closer to her and began to go in circles around her slowly.
"I saved their lives for your men that followed them are dead now." She said as she followed his movements, sword held firmly in front of her. He laughed again and threw his great head back, the sound reminded her of a troll back home. He then lowered his weapon completely and leant upon it, when she saw this she frowned and looked about her wondering what he was up to.
But suddenly a sharp pain met her forearm and her right arm recoiled her left arm still holding her sword but dropping its tip to the ground. She looked and saw a black feathered arrow that had shot through her arm and blood began immediately to flow from the wound. The arrow was stuck in her arm halfway through and she groaned and then glared at the leader who was suddenly advancing on her.
She raised her sword and blocked the blow he swung at her, but then a blade from her right met hers and twisted it and the blade was pulled from her hand. She felt dread suddenly hit her at this and tried to gather her strength. All the orcs were surrounding her now and it was now that she had her chance to destroy them all. Though she didn't know if she could spare the brownie in her tunic from the light, she would try. She didn't even know if she could spare herself.
Craddleing her right arm she didn't see any other way to delay them. The leader was standing in front of her, his foul breath blew over her face and she sneered at him from under her eyelashes. She could feel the tingle in her hands and her body stiffened, her feet planted firm.
"Something to say before I show you why I am leader of the Urak hai, feared by all!" He gripped her throat and pulled her closer. "I guess not. I thought you'd be a little bit more of a challenge than this, you make my job too easy." He gripped the front of her tunic then and she jerked, grabbing his arm and closing her eyes. He frowned as her arms held his fast, he couldn't pull back.
And suddenly she began to chant in elvish though she didn't know the words and her eyes opened and were dark and distant. Fear filled him as he felt an urge of energy hit him through his arms and then slamming his chest. To the others it seemed like he was being pulled apart by a light that ate him from the inside. They were backing away but it was too late, the light jumped from their leader slowly hitting each orc and passing to another creating a huge chain of light that consumed them all.
Elora felt a hoarse scream tear her throat but everything seemed foreign, even her own body. She consentrated on the very spirits of the orcs seeking out their evil and letting the light she shot out destroy it until they were torn apart inside and their bodies dropped lifelessly to the ground. The light consuming them all glowed like a million stars and she felt her body weakening. The light reached far into the sky and slowly the orcs fell, one by one their evil hearts leaving their bodies so it seemed as though they dropped for no reason. No wound was on them.
Then the light died and it was like a huge explosion had struck her as it came back into her body. She swooned in a daze but none of her senses seemes to work. She stumbled to what she thought were the tree's her legs numb and weak. She fell against one of the trunks and slid down in until she leaned against it where it's roots met the ground. Then she went limp and consciousness left her.
Eomer and his men were stacking the bodies of the orcs in a heap prepareing to burn them. Once all the foul beings were piled up he light them ablaze and they turned their backs on the pyre. His men that had fallen would be taken back to the city, there were only five dead compared to the enemy who had been nearly five hundred.
Legolas was now upon a saddleless brown steed who was tame beneath his touch and soft words. His eyes scanned the eastern horizon as he gently stroked his horses neck.
"So you say she traveled east?" Eomer asked as Legolas looked down at the king and nodded.
"Yes, she said she would come back this way once she was rid of the orcs but I think she has failed." He turned to see Morgan trotting up to them on a fiery young stallion that was constantly moving even when he was standing still. Morgan seemed accustomed to horseback and paid him no heed.
"I say we ride now, she could be in trouble." He said as Eomer narrowed his eyes and looked again to Legolas, the elf looked thoughtful as he paused then his fair eyes turned again eastward and he nodded.
"I will wait no longer. We have to find her quickly, to find her dead or spoiled would be a grievance I would seek revenge for." His words were spoken in a low voice that held powerful emotion behind it.
"Then let us go now, I doubt you will find any sign here that she is safe." As soon as Eomer finished the sentence a great white light lit the eastern sky and all eyes went to the horizon. Their eyes were wide at the brilliant light and without words Legolas and Morgan shot eachother a look and knew.
"I'll take that as a sign." Morgan said as he shot off down the hill, his horse crying loudly as he tore across the ground. Not long after Legolas and Eomer and half his Eored followed, the horses of Rohan crossing the country easily and quickly.
They rode hard and did not stop until the morning and only then stopped to pick up the trail of the orcs that was wide. The ground and foliage was bruised wherever the orcs had gone.
"It looks as though they indeed ran hard." Eomer said as he knelt and looked at the torn brown grass in their wake.
"Rool! I never meant what I said, you were an excellent soldier!" Fran Jean said from Morgan's bag as he looked at the trail made by the orcs.
"What creature is this?" Eomer asked as Morgan shoulved the brownie back into the bag and shook his head.
"A native of my homeland, they are little more than bugs with voices." Eomer wasn't quite satisfied but seemed to see that now was not the time to go into the history of the tiny being he had seen.
"That light was her, she did it." Legolas said as he looked down the trail, ready to ride once more. "Such a weapon that she weilds will surely defeat the powers of the evil queen." Morgan was still on his horse, though the animal was not as energetic as the night before. "She must not be taken to Mordor." He said, dropping the hint that he was not in the mood to tarry.
"She has no water and no blanket and the nights are cold. We should set out." Eomer nodded at him and smiled, walking to his mount.
"I see you are in a rush my friend, let us go onward." He said as he pulled himself swiftly into his saddle.
They rode on for another two or three hours when they saw where the light had come the previous night. Around a group of large trees there lay dead orc, they seemed to be everywhere. They gazed in awe as they neared it, every orc was dead yet had no wound on them.
"What devilry did this, only a wizard could weild such magic." Eomer said as he swung down from Firefoot his horse and began to walk among the dead bodies.
"I don't see her." Morgan said as Legolas scanned the bodies looking for golden hair. He couldn't find her among them and his eyes saddened.
"Perhaps she was carried off by others who did not die." He said in dismay as they all dismounted and walked on foot, so thick were the dead bodies of the orcs that the horses stumbled on them.
Eomer was closest to the tree's and began looking into them seeing no orcs under their limbs. It was then that he saw her, laying on her side holding her right arm to her body. Her golden hair was wildly covering her shoulders and the ground under her, and he frowned as he looked at the arrow in her arm closely.
"Legolas! Over here!" He shouted as he gently kneeled down next to her and carefully took her arm in his hands. He prayed she would not wake while he did this. He broke the arrow in half just next to her skin with his hands and then sighed. Legolas and the others near were now rushing to the tree's watching him silently, seeing her looking like death.
"Is she alright?" Morgan asked as he ran towards them, stumbling over an orc body and having to right himself with his arms flailing.
"She lives." Eomer said as he took her arm firmly in his left hand, then he took the arrowhead in his hand and pulled it quickly yet gently out of her arm and tossed it to the ground. "The arrow was not poisoned." He pulled her sleaves back and Legolas knelt next to him wrapping the wound with a piece of his own white tunic he had torn off.
"Let us leave now for Edoras, she is weak and needs time to recover." He said as Eomer nodded and gently picked her up easily in his arms.
The king seemed uneasy carrying the injured girl, like she would break in his arms yet the bodies litering the ground showed him that she was indeed not a simple girl. Her hair and fair features reminded him of the women of his land but there was something about her rainment that told him she was used to being a soldier. He brought her to Legolas' horse but the elf frowned and his bright eyes were pained.
"I have no saddle, it would be best for her to ride with a saddled rider and tame horse." He raised an eyebrow to Eomer who sighed and nodded.
"I will take her, Firefoot is strong and steady." He gently put her in his saddle and stepped up behind her, taking the reigns. "To the golden halls Eored!" He called as they started back along the trail the orcs had made but not traveling in the trail itself. They didn't ride as hard on their way back and stopped often so they arrived well into the night while most of the city slept.
Eomer handed the girl to Morgan when they arrived to the stairs of Meduseld then he showed them to the healers. Legolas stayed with her, his knowledge of healing was vast and he insisted on staying. Eomer left them and said to rise him at need, then he retired for the night having not slept in a few days all were bone weary and fell fast asleep.
Well I just can't stop adding to this so stop me if it's bad! I now know where I'm going with it, so I hope you all will like it. Please r/r! I love reviews its like a drug.
Elora had been so glad that she had drawn the orcs away, she had sighed in relief as she rushed across the plains. But as the creatures drew nearer she began to feel the prickle of fear at her back. It pushed her to run faster, but she was already tired and knew she could hold up much longer. She saw a large grouping of tree's ahead and rushed toward them, the enemy could see her enter it but simply having their eyes off her made her feel safer.
She drew her sword and took deep breaths as she walked in the dark shadow of the trees, the sun's rays disappearing behind the horizon slowly. She'd run for a long time, she hoped her friends were far away and safe in Edoras. She let her back fall against a tree and a screech immediately made her jerk forward and turn.
"Ah!" The cry had been behind her but she saw no one. "Do you mean to crush me? How ungrateful!" She sighed and for a moment the quick humor she felt lightened her heart a little. She looked at her back and saw Rool crawl onto her shoulder.
"So where are we going, I think you are lost." He said with his hands on his hips. "I say we go this way!" He turned southwest and Elora's smile faded and she heard the orc's growls and hard footsteps approaching.
"Rool, stay hidden in my tunic. I'm afraid we're in a rather bad position right now." Rool's eyes widened and he smiled widely.
"Did you say go in your tunic? If I must." He laughed and she shook her head.
"I am about to be attacked by a thousand orc's and had I known you were with me I would have left you with the men." She said as he frowned.
"Ah! Men are no fun, they don't talk and they stink." He was now hidden in the layered shirt she wore. She pulled her cloak about her shoulders tightly and then held her sword to her forehead and said a silent prayer.
When she emerged from the tree's the sun was gone and her heart thudded in her chest as she saw that the orcs were surrounding the tree's glaring as she walked out. Holding her sword with both hands up and ready to fight. She noted that there were many smaller orcs now and they were hunched over and squealed in high evil voices. There were also tall broad men among them with wild faces, mangled limbs, uncombed hair and many had only a few teeth. One of the Urah Hai like the kind she'd already fough stepped forward. She swallowed as he leered and growled out his words that she barely recognized.
"You will come with us to Mordor. You can throw down your weapon and we will be gentle." He sneered and the others laughed and clanged their weapons together. He raised his broad sword and licked his horrid lips. "We are great in numbers and you are alone, why did you think it would be safer for you to leave your guides?" He asked as he walked closer to her and began to go in circles around her slowly.
"I saved their lives for your men that followed them are dead now." She said as she followed his movements, sword held firmly in front of her. He laughed again and threw his great head back, the sound reminded her of a troll back home. He then lowered his weapon completely and leant upon it, when she saw this she frowned and looked about her wondering what he was up to.
But suddenly a sharp pain met her forearm and her right arm recoiled her left arm still holding her sword but dropping its tip to the ground. She looked and saw a black feathered arrow that had shot through her arm and blood began immediately to flow from the wound. The arrow was stuck in her arm halfway through and she groaned and then glared at the leader who was suddenly advancing on her.
She raised her sword and blocked the blow he swung at her, but then a blade from her right met hers and twisted it and the blade was pulled from her hand. She felt dread suddenly hit her at this and tried to gather her strength. All the orcs were surrounding her now and it was now that she had her chance to destroy them all. Though she didn't know if she could spare the brownie in her tunic from the light, she would try. She didn't even know if she could spare herself.
Craddleing her right arm she didn't see any other way to delay them. The leader was standing in front of her, his foul breath blew over her face and she sneered at him from under her eyelashes. She could feel the tingle in her hands and her body stiffened, her feet planted firm.
"Something to say before I show you why I am leader of the Urak hai, feared by all!" He gripped her throat and pulled her closer. "I guess not. I thought you'd be a little bit more of a challenge than this, you make my job too easy." He gripped the front of her tunic then and she jerked, grabbing his arm and closing her eyes. He frowned as her arms held his fast, he couldn't pull back.
And suddenly she began to chant in elvish though she didn't know the words and her eyes opened and were dark and distant. Fear filled him as he felt an urge of energy hit him through his arms and then slamming his chest. To the others it seemed like he was being pulled apart by a light that ate him from the inside. They were backing away but it was too late, the light jumped from their leader slowly hitting each orc and passing to another creating a huge chain of light that consumed them all.
Elora felt a hoarse scream tear her throat but everything seemed foreign, even her own body. She consentrated on the very spirits of the orcs seeking out their evil and letting the light she shot out destroy it until they were torn apart inside and their bodies dropped lifelessly to the ground. The light consuming them all glowed like a million stars and she felt her body weakening. The light reached far into the sky and slowly the orcs fell, one by one their evil hearts leaving their bodies so it seemed as though they dropped for no reason. No wound was on them.
Then the light died and it was like a huge explosion had struck her as it came back into her body. She swooned in a daze but none of her senses seemes to work. She stumbled to what she thought were the tree's her legs numb and weak. She fell against one of the trunks and slid down in until she leaned against it where it's roots met the ground. Then she went limp and consciousness left her.
Eomer and his men were stacking the bodies of the orcs in a heap prepareing to burn them. Once all the foul beings were piled up he light them ablaze and they turned their backs on the pyre. His men that had fallen would be taken back to the city, there were only five dead compared to the enemy who had been nearly five hundred.
Legolas was now upon a saddleless brown steed who was tame beneath his touch and soft words. His eyes scanned the eastern horizon as he gently stroked his horses neck.
"So you say she traveled east?" Eomer asked as Legolas looked down at the king and nodded.
"Yes, she said she would come back this way once she was rid of the orcs but I think she has failed." He turned to see Morgan trotting up to them on a fiery young stallion that was constantly moving even when he was standing still. Morgan seemed accustomed to horseback and paid him no heed.
"I say we ride now, she could be in trouble." He said as Eomer narrowed his eyes and looked again to Legolas, the elf looked thoughtful as he paused then his fair eyes turned again eastward and he nodded.
"I will wait no longer. We have to find her quickly, to find her dead or spoiled would be a grievance I would seek revenge for." His words were spoken in a low voice that held powerful emotion behind it.
"Then let us go now, I doubt you will find any sign here that she is safe." As soon as Eomer finished the sentence a great white light lit the eastern sky and all eyes went to the horizon. Their eyes were wide at the brilliant light and without words Legolas and Morgan shot eachother a look and knew.
"I'll take that as a sign." Morgan said as he shot off down the hill, his horse crying loudly as he tore across the ground. Not long after Legolas and Eomer and half his Eored followed, the horses of Rohan crossing the country easily and quickly.
They rode hard and did not stop until the morning and only then stopped to pick up the trail of the orcs that was wide. The ground and foliage was bruised wherever the orcs had gone.
"It looks as though they indeed ran hard." Eomer said as he knelt and looked at the torn brown grass in their wake.
"Rool! I never meant what I said, you were an excellent soldier!" Fran Jean said from Morgan's bag as he looked at the trail made by the orcs.
"What creature is this?" Eomer asked as Morgan shoulved the brownie back into the bag and shook his head.
"A native of my homeland, they are little more than bugs with voices." Eomer wasn't quite satisfied but seemed to see that now was not the time to go into the history of the tiny being he had seen.
"That light was her, she did it." Legolas said as he looked down the trail, ready to ride once more. "Such a weapon that she weilds will surely defeat the powers of the evil queen." Morgan was still on his horse, though the animal was not as energetic as the night before. "She must not be taken to Mordor." He said, dropping the hint that he was not in the mood to tarry.
"She has no water and no blanket and the nights are cold. We should set out." Eomer nodded at him and smiled, walking to his mount.
"I see you are in a rush my friend, let us go onward." He said as he pulled himself swiftly into his saddle.
They rode on for another two or three hours when they saw where the light had come the previous night. Around a group of large trees there lay dead orc, they seemed to be everywhere. They gazed in awe as they neared it, every orc was dead yet had no wound on them.
"What devilry did this, only a wizard could weild such magic." Eomer said as he swung down from Firefoot his horse and began to walk among the dead bodies.
"I don't see her." Morgan said as Legolas scanned the bodies looking for golden hair. He couldn't find her among them and his eyes saddened.
"Perhaps she was carried off by others who did not die." He said in dismay as they all dismounted and walked on foot, so thick were the dead bodies of the orcs that the horses stumbled on them.
Eomer was closest to the tree's and began looking into them seeing no orcs under their limbs. It was then that he saw her, laying on her side holding her right arm to her body. Her golden hair was wildly covering her shoulders and the ground under her, and he frowned as he looked at the arrow in her arm closely.
"Legolas! Over here!" He shouted as he gently kneeled down next to her and carefully took her arm in his hands. He prayed she would not wake while he did this. He broke the arrow in half just next to her skin with his hands and then sighed. Legolas and the others near were now rushing to the tree's watching him silently, seeing her looking like death.
"Is she alright?" Morgan asked as he ran towards them, stumbling over an orc body and having to right himself with his arms flailing.
"She lives." Eomer said as he took her arm firmly in his left hand, then he took the arrowhead in his hand and pulled it quickly yet gently out of her arm and tossed it to the ground. "The arrow was not poisoned." He pulled her sleaves back and Legolas knelt next to him wrapping the wound with a piece of his own white tunic he had torn off.
"Let us leave now for Edoras, she is weak and needs time to recover." He said as Eomer nodded and gently picked her up easily in his arms.
The king seemed uneasy carrying the injured girl, like she would break in his arms yet the bodies litering the ground showed him that she was indeed not a simple girl. Her hair and fair features reminded him of the women of his land but there was something about her rainment that told him she was used to being a soldier. He brought her to Legolas' horse but the elf frowned and his bright eyes were pained.
"I have no saddle, it would be best for her to ride with a saddled rider and tame horse." He raised an eyebrow to Eomer who sighed and nodded.
"I will take her, Firefoot is strong and steady." He gently put her in his saddle and stepped up behind her, taking the reigns. "To the golden halls Eored!" He called as they started back along the trail the orcs had made but not traveling in the trail itself. They didn't ride as hard on their way back and stopped often so they arrived well into the night while most of the city slept.
Eomer handed the girl to Morgan when they arrived to the stairs of Meduseld then he showed them to the healers. Legolas stayed with her, his knowledge of healing was vast and he insisted on staying. Eomer left them and said to rise him at need, then he retired for the night having not slept in a few days all were bone weary and fell fast asleep.
Well I just can't stop adding to this so stop me if it's bad! I now know where I'm going with it, so I hope you all will like it. Please r/r! I love reviews its like a drug.