Author's note: I'm sorry, Dwen, but I'm afraid he won't be coming back again. She doesn't have the strength to bring him back, and if she did then she would die. I'm sorry, but I cried, too!
Thanks to everyone who reviewed! It's good to see some Boromir fans out there that love him just as much as I do. Then why did I kill him? I guess I just thought the time was right, and it gave her some incentive to get out there and fight. Hope you all enjoy this chapter!
Elenya by Shelly
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Lillisandra trembled in fear as she held Pippin close to her, his small hands holding her tightly as he was seized with fear himself at hearing the shadow speak to Gandalf in a voice so evil it sent shivers down their spines. Then she felt the stirring of the ring on the chain around her neck, and she removed the chain as she slipped the ring on her finger, having had enough of doing nothing and determined to fight for Minas Tirith as she had promised Boromir she would do.
Power flowed through her body suddenly as she became one with the spirit of Elenya, which drew the attention of both Gandalf and the Lord of Shadow as she walked towards them, her very soul a beacon of light that pierced through the darkness. She saw her enemy draw back a little as if in fear as she stopped beside Gandalf. "No more will you destroy lives this day, foul Lord of the Nazgul and King of Angmar of long ago. Sauron's evil stops here and now."
The shadow hissed as it withdrew back beyond the ruins of the gate. "So, you are she who seeks to fight Sauron with a puny ring crafted by the elves. The One Ring has dominion over all of them, and yours is no different."
"Your Dark Lord's will holds no control over this ring," she answered. "You will find this out soon enough."
Before another word was said, the clear sound of horns carried to them on a breath of a fresh breeze, and they knew then that the men of Rohan had come at last to their aid. The Lord of the Nazgul vanished suddenly into thin air, but she knew that he wasn't gone.
"Gandalf, might I ask for the use of your sword Glamdring?" she asked.
"I'm not going to let you go out there alone," he argued.
"You have other more important matters to tend to," she replied. "Pippin will tell you all you need to know. Faramir needs you now. Your sword, Gandalf!"
They both looked deep into the other's eyes as if waging a silent contest of wills, and he finally surrendered his sword to her, of which the blade burst into a bright light as soon as her slender hand closed around the hilt. Then she closed her eyes and brought her hands up to her chest as she concentrated, and Gandalf's eyes widened in shock as he saw a bright light appear at her side, growing brighter and larger before extinguishing itself to reveal a snowy steed. The horse tossed its head and cried out defiantly against the evil forces before them, its hooves scoring the ground as it pawed at it and awaited its master's command.
Her hand came to rest on its neck as her other hand brushed down his forehead. "Lanthir, it is good to have you by my side again," she said as he nudged her hand with his nose and whickered. She vaulted up onto his back and looked back to see Pippin standing next to Gandalf, his eyes wide in wonder as he looked upon them, and she gifted him with a smile before commanding Lanthir out into the battle.
The armies of Mordor and Rohan surged wildly around her, the ground littered with bodies from both sides that stained everything with their crimson blood. Upon seeing her, the orcs ran wildly away from her and back into battle, leaving her standing alone with a circle of destruction around her. But it didn't last long as a shadow suddenly fell over her and she saw a great winged beast in front of her that shrieked its fury at her, the Lord of the Nazgul on its back with his sword raised high in defiance of her.
Lanthir stood steady beneath her as she sat calmly on his back. The beast reared up its hideous head and made as if to strike at her, but she darted in underneath him and plunged Glamdring straight into its evil heart, the blade flaring with brilliance as it destroyed the creature from within. It shrieked in agony, its cries unbearable to hear as it slowly dissipated into dust that floated away on the breeze, and now the Lord was left without his foul steed to help him.
He advanced slowly on her, his great mace swinging, and she commanded Lanthir back to avoid the mighty weapon as she slid down off his back and took up a shield from one of the fallen soldiers to guard against its attack. The mace hit the shield with a jarring blow that sent her to her knees, and the following one split her shield into splinters and bruised her arm badly. It came again and she countered it with her sword, but the chain wrapped around the blade and it was almost wrenched from her grip, but she held onto it and slipped it out.
While he was readying for another attack, she lunged forward and with one stroke buried the blade deep in his chest, the blade shimmering once again as the Lord of the Nazgul faded into nothingness, a wailing that vanished into the air and was never heard again. She collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily as she leaned on Glamdring's hilt for support. She had been warned about the ring using up her energy, and she knew she had used a great amount defeating the Witch-lord, but there was still a battle to be fought. Struggling to her feet, she stumbled over to Lanthir, who lowered himself so she could mount him more easily, and she thanked him with an affectionate pat on the neck. Then with a defiant cry, they leapt off to join in the battle.
She didn't know how long she fought, but her lagging energy was restored somewhat whenever she saw the men of Rohan cheer whenever she passed them, and she knew that she gave them hope as well as the strength to continue fighting against countless numbers of their enemy. More of them had poured in from Osgiliath and wherever she turned there were orcs as well as men from the south that had joined them, but as she looked out along the Anduin her hope dimmed somewhat as she saw a ship sailing towards them. Cries of despair reached her ears as well as those of the enemy already crying out in victory.
But even those died out as it appeared that it was not the allies of the enemy that arrived, but those of Gondor, and she knew this even before as she felt a familiar presence shoot throughout her being. "Legolas," she breathed.
She continued to fight as it had become an automatic reaction by now, but her strength was flagging and she knew she had reached her limits. Her attacks began losing effectiveness, and she lost Glamdring eventually as it was knocked from her hands by an orc. But she had both her daggers still and she withdrew them to set the blades crossed at his throat, slashing forward to cut his head from his shoulders.
Then she fell to the ground, gasping for air as she removed the ring from her finger and knew that she could do no more for Gondor, but took a certain comfort in the fact that she had done all she could possibly do. Her sight wavered a bit and she blinked to try and focus her eyes on a single object. When she finally did, she saw an orc charging towards her with his sword raised high and a battle cry upon his lips, and she knew that this was the end. "Boromir, my love...I am coming."
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Okay, maybe she's going to join him instead. But you all know better than that. And everyone's favorite elf finally makes an appearance! What will this mean for Lilli? Stay tuned! And thanks for reading! C-ya!
Thanks to everyone who reviewed! It's good to see some Boromir fans out there that love him just as much as I do. Then why did I kill him? I guess I just thought the time was right, and it gave her some incentive to get out there and fight. Hope you all enjoy this chapter!
Elenya by Shelly
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Lillisandra trembled in fear as she held Pippin close to her, his small hands holding her tightly as he was seized with fear himself at hearing the shadow speak to Gandalf in a voice so evil it sent shivers down their spines. Then she felt the stirring of the ring on the chain around her neck, and she removed the chain as she slipped the ring on her finger, having had enough of doing nothing and determined to fight for Minas Tirith as she had promised Boromir she would do.
Power flowed through her body suddenly as she became one with the spirit of Elenya, which drew the attention of both Gandalf and the Lord of Shadow as she walked towards them, her very soul a beacon of light that pierced through the darkness. She saw her enemy draw back a little as if in fear as she stopped beside Gandalf. "No more will you destroy lives this day, foul Lord of the Nazgul and King of Angmar of long ago. Sauron's evil stops here and now."
The shadow hissed as it withdrew back beyond the ruins of the gate. "So, you are she who seeks to fight Sauron with a puny ring crafted by the elves. The One Ring has dominion over all of them, and yours is no different."
"Your Dark Lord's will holds no control over this ring," she answered. "You will find this out soon enough."
Before another word was said, the clear sound of horns carried to them on a breath of a fresh breeze, and they knew then that the men of Rohan had come at last to their aid. The Lord of the Nazgul vanished suddenly into thin air, but she knew that he wasn't gone.
"Gandalf, might I ask for the use of your sword Glamdring?" she asked.
"I'm not going to let you go out there alone," he argued.
"You have other more important matters to tend to," she replied. "Pippin will tell you all you need to know. Faramir needs you now. Your sword, Gandalf!"
They both looked deep into the other's eyes as if waging a silent contest of wills, and he finally surrendered his sword to her, of which the blade burst into a bright light as soon as her slender hand closed around the hilt. Then she closed her eyes and brought her hands up to her chest as she concentrated, and Gandalf's eyes widened in shock as he saw a bright light appear at her side, growing brighter and larger before extinguishing itself to reveal a snowy steed. The horse tossed its head and cried out defiantly against the evil forces before them, its hooves scoring the ground as it pawed at it and awaited its master's command.
Her hand came to rest on its neck as her other hand brushed down his forehead. "Lanthir, it is good to have you by my side again," she said as he nudged her hand with his nose and whickered. She vaulted up onto his back and looked back to see Pippin standing next to Gandalf, his eyes wide in wonder as he looked upon them, and she gifted him with a smile before commanding Lanthir out into the battle.
The armies of Mordor and Rohan surged wildly around her, the ground littered with bodies from both sides that stained everything with their crimson blood. Upon seeing her, the orcs ran wildly away from her and back into battle, leaving her standing alone with a circle of destruction around her. But it didn't last long as a shadow suddenly fell over her and she saw a great winged beast in front of her that shrieked its fury at her, the Lord of the Nazgul on its back with his sword raised high in defiance of her.
Lanthir stood steady beneath her as she sat calmly on his back. The beast reared up its hideous head and made as if to strike at her, but she darted in underneath him and plunged Glamdring straight into its evil heart, the blade flaring with brilliance as it destroyed the creature from within. It shrieked in agony, its cries unbearable to hear as it slowly dissipated into dust that floated away on the breeze, and now the Lord was left without his foul steed to help him.
He advanced slowly on her, his great mace swinging, and she commanded Lanthir back to avoid the mighty weapon as she slid down off his back and took up a shield from one of the fallen soldiers to guard against its attack. The mace hit the shield with a jarring blow that sent her to her knees, and the following one split her shield into splinters and bruised her arm badly. It came again and she countered it with her sword, but the chain wrapped around the blade and it was almost wrenched from her grip, but she held onto it and slipped it out.
While he was readying for another attack, she lunged forward and with one stroke buried the blade deep in his chest, the blade shimmering once again as the Lord of the Nazgul faded into nothingness, a wailing that vanished into the air and was never heard again. She collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily as she leaned on Glamdring's hilt for support. She had been warned about the ring using up her energy, and she knew she had used a great amount defeating the Witch-lord, but there was still a battle to be fought. Struggling to her feet, she stumbled over to Lanthir, who lowered himself so she could mount him more easily, and she thanked him with an affectionate pat on the neck. Then with a defiant cry, they leapt off to join in the battle.
She didn't know how long she fought, but her lagging energy was restored somewhat whenever she saw the men of Rohan cheer whenever she passed them, and she knew that she gave them hope as well as the strength to continue fighting against countless numbers of their enemy. More of them had poured in from Osgiliath and wherever she turned there were orcs as well as men from the south that had joined them, but as she looked out along the Anduin her hope dimmed somewhat as she saw a ship sailing towards them. Cries of despair reached her ears as well as those of the enemy already crying out in victory.
But even those died out as it appeared that it was not the allies of the enemy that arrived, but those of Gondor, and she knew this even before as she felt a familiar presence shoot throughout her being. "Legolas," she breathed.
She continued to fight as it had become an automatic reaction by now, but her strength was flagging and she knew she had reached her limits. Her attacks began losing effectiveness, and she lost Glamdring eventually as it was knocked from her hands by an orc. But she had both her daggers still and she withdrew them to set the blades crossed at his throat, slashing forward to cut his head from his shoulders.
Then she fell to the ground, gasping for air as she removed the ring from her finger and knew that she could do no more for Gondor, but took a certain comfort in the fact that she had done all she could possibly do. Her sight wavered a bit and she blinked to try and focus her eyes on a single object. When she finally did, she saw an orc charging towards her with his sword raised high and a battle cry upon his lips, and she knew that this was the end. "Boromir, my love...I am coming."
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Okay, maybe she's going to join him instead. But you all know better than that. And everyone's favorite elf finally makes an appearance! What will this mean for Lilli? Stay tuned! And thanks for reading! C-ya!
