Hello again, my dear readers. I hope you enjoy my story. Here you will find
more argument between Legolas and Annoc and also Boromir come out but just
a little, heehee, not now, fan of Boromir, please be patient for the next
chapter.
I didn't own Lotr characters.
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#2 The battle at Hornburg
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The fire of war covered every inch of the field. The crushing of the swords and the pierce of the arrows grew louder. The ladders were lifted up and cast down.
In the nighttime over the field, the crystal sword sparkled fiercely before it cut enemies into two.
"Aragorn, watch out!" shouted Annoc. He jumped from the dead orc, pierced the sword into wild man from Dunland at the back of Isildur's Heir. He threw away the dead body from his way and lay his back with Aragorn. Both held their sword tightly.
"Crystal sword, evilly wielded," said Aragorn and gasped his breath.
"My sword fights alongside with Anduril, that's my honor, Aragorn!" answered back Annoc. He took his deep breath before he jumped to the group of new orcs.
"Aragorn! Annoc! Come this way!" called Legolas. He shot the orc at the back of Aragorn, made way for two warriors.
Suddenly, the orc that had lain motionless nearby tripped at Annoc's heels and he fell. The orcs jumped to the warrior but were swept by the crystal sword that cut the body of two orcs in just a single pierce, another two orcs had slain by Anduril, and the other died from the elf arrow.
Aragorn grabbed Annoc and ran together inside the postern. Legolas shot the last arrow before he ran inside as the last person. The door had been closed and piled with the stone.
"I repaid you, Annoc," said Aragorn.
"Thanks, Aragorn," answered Annoc before he turned to Legolas, "For you, I will find way to repay." Annoc looked straightly at the elf from Mirkwood.
Legolas raised his eyebrow and wondered, "I don't want any repay."
"And I do not want to be in debt with anybody as well."
"Especially with me, an elf," asked Legolas before he stepped forward to face the proud Gondor warrior, "I don't understand why you seem to dislike elves."
"You don't need to know. However, I thank you for saving my life. When that chance comes, I will surely repay you," Annoc said quickly before he walked away.
Legolas watched Gondor warrior with speechless. The Elven Prince was about to follow and settled their argument but Aragorn lay his hand on Legolas shoulder.
"Not now, Legolas," said Aragorn, "When time comes, I'm sure he will tell us but not now."
Legolas felt offended. Never before anyone could make him angry but only this Gondor man. Legolas signed and shook his head before he followed Aragorn.
Aragorn looked around and trembled while there was no sign of Gimli and Eomer. Legolas seemed to notice that his friend was not there as well.
"Where's Gimli?" cried Legolas.
"I don't know either. I didn't see him at all since the battle behind the wall," said Aragorn.
"That's bad news," said Legolas, "I hope he can escape to the cave on time but I prefer him to be with me."
Aragorn and Legolas found Annoc who was talking seriously with Gondor soldier.
"Sir Wolverine took our men straight to the orcs behind the wall."
"I hope he will be fine," said Annoc. He took one short dagger and tucked behind his belt. His fair face turned a bit worry.
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There were a roar and blast of fire. The sky turned gray and reflected with the light of Anduril. Orcs and wild men from Dunland disunited while Aragorn jumped and swept his sword. Along with Anduril, the light from the crystal sword shimmered brightly in the field, evilly pierced into two orcs at once. Warrior Annoc threw the dead bodies away from his way.
Man of Gondor looked back and forth and saw two orcs came straight, he jumped by his feet above two orcs. "For Gondor!" shouted Annoc before he swung his sword, cut their heads.
Legolas appreciated in Annoc sword skill and his movement. Moreover, the elf was surprised with the extraordinary height of Annoc jump. No man on earth should be able to jump at that height except the elven race.
Legolas did not have time to think about this puzzle in the field. He left no arrow and he needed to use his knife in the battle.
Then, they heard the horn. The light was brighter than the sun in the sky.
"Gandalf, he's back!" cried Aragorn.
"Mithranthir!" said Legolas gladly.
Lastly, the host of Isengard was beaten.
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Annoc looked at the field. The war left nothing except the killing hand and the cry of the ground. He griped his hand to his forehead and lowered to his chest. His mind thought of somebody who he kept closer to his heart. In this moment, if he was here, his feeling now should be a lot better.
Standing proudly with dignity, tall and broad as great warrior, dark hair, fair of face, his smile full of concerns and grey eyes with love and care especially a gaze at Annoc, all these memories locked insides Annoc's heart.
"Boromir, I wish you would be here with me, just liked the time while we triumphed the eastern war together," whispered Annoc to himself.
Far at his back beyond the awareness of Gondor warrior, Legolas, the Elven Prince stood there, wondering himself for hearing the name of his old friend, one fellowship of the ring from Annoc.
The voice of the dwarf grew louder before his short leg brought his strong body there. Gimli, Gloin's son shouted along the way. Legolas turned to see his friend at the same time as Annoc noticed the elf.
"Gimli, I'm glad to see you again," said Legolas.
"The last orc was quite tough but I could handle even I got a little scratch," boasted Gimli. His head covered with white linen stained with blood.
"You're injured," said Annoc. He stepped forward inside the group. His eyes were on Gimli but he had a short glance at Legolas, liked he wondered whether this elf had heard anything he said.
"That's not much, my friend," said Gimli before his face turned worried, "But your friend, Wolverine, Shrider's son, was hurt quite badly."
"Oh, thanks for your news, even it evilly sounds," said Annoc before he walked away. Then, he stopped while meeting Theoden King on his way, alongside of the King, here came Aragorn, Eomer and Gandalf.
"You're a great swordsman, Annoc of Gondor," said Theoden.
Annoc bowed his head in front of the great King, "My sword serves you as my life."
"Great!" King of Mark put his hand on Annoc's shoulder, "I will go to Isengard, you can stay here if you wish to take care your brave friend of Gondor."
Annoc raised his head, full of respect for the King's kindness, "I wish to follow you, King of Mark, not for the duty but as my own wish," said Annoc strongly. He took a glance at Gandalf who smiled back.
"You may go, Annoc, your friend, Wolverine, brave warrior of Gondor may wish to see you," said Theoden.
"Thank you, my lord," said Annoc before he stepped at his side, slowly walked away to meet a group of Gondor soldiers.
With coincidence or charming spell cast that place, every eye followed the body of Gondor warrior who slipped inside the citadel.
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Annoc saw the strong body of Wolverine covered with the bandages. He felt regret for his friend. War never brought any joy, only the loss of men and bodies.
Other Gondor soldier was cleaning at Wolverine's arm. Annoc nodded his head and that soldier stood up and went away. Wanderer Annoc threw himself and continued that job.
"You should not do this, Sir Annoc, I'm not worthy," said Wolverine with broken voice.
"Don't say that again, my friend, I'm sorry that I did not be by your side. These wounds would never happen," said Annoc and wrapped the linen at the wound.
"You're great, my master."
"I'm not worth enough to be your master, Wolverine, only Denethor whom you must serve."
"And Boromir, my lord, including you as well."
"Nay, Wolverine, Boromir has passed away, I'm no longer your master."
Wolverine looked deeply into his master eyes and fully understood, "Sir Annoc," said Wolverine in low tone with sympathy. He was sad with the news of the death of his beloved master. But it could not compare with the feeling of the man in front of him.
"Yes?" asked Annoc and looked back to his friend.
"I wish to see your hair in the sunlight. I'm afraid that I will not have a chance to see your unearthly beauty again."
"Your words sounded liked you will pass away soon, my friend, only these tiny wounds can't be matched that eastern war we had ever faced together," laughed Annoc.
Wolverine smiled back, only the sound of laughter with the smile planted his master's fair face, no wonder that he, the brave Gondor soldiers along with Lord Boromir could sacrifice themselves to protect.
"I wish you to be better soon, my friend, standing straight, strongly raised again," said Annoc. He leaned his body and kissed his friend's brow before he stood up. Slowly, Annoc took the helmet from his head.
The three fellowships saw him with amazement. It seemed that the time had been stopped while the golden hair fell from the helmet, covered his back. He was handsome with the power of red bright ruby that made his face fairer beyond the beauty of man.
Annoc stepped forward and faced his three friends. Aragorn, Arathorn's son, Heir of Isildur, beside him was Gimli, Gloin's son, strongest dwarf ever, and finally came, Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood and it had been him that the golden swordsman stopped his eye.
"You're an elf liked me," said Legolas amazingly and surprisingly.
"Half correct, Legolas, please amend your understanding. My blood are concentrated on man kind at my father side," said Annoc. His voice was strong and proud liked every time he argued with the Elven Prince.
"But the Elven blood also did not run dry from your body," fulfilled Legolas.
"You!" Annoc stepped forward furiously.
"You both are strange. Whenever you meet, you always argue," cried Gimli, straight to the point.
"I agree," smiled Aragorn. Annoc stared angrily at both friends. This made Aragorn flung into laughter, "You are really strange, Annoc, I found its uncommon for the friendship of Gimli, the dwarf and Legolas, the elf but this can't be matched with you, Annoc," said Aragorn.
Annoc said nothing, he slipped outside and looked at the field. Rohan soldiers took the dead bodies of brave soldiers together. His face turned pale with sorrow. He noticed Legolas and Aragorn followed him.
The golden hair flew along the soft wind, shimmering in the sunlight. Annoc the brave signed.
"Anything left in your heart, you can tell, if you see me as your friend," said Aragorn.
The sad smile planted at his fair face, Annoc was about to say something but any word could pass his lip. "Many things are in my heart, I can't compile it."
Legolas stepped forward and faced the warrior. His eyes filled with doubt. Wanderer Annoc looked at Legolas fair face and signed.
"My father is Lord Renenald, brave warlord of Gondor, my mother is Lady Laurel, the fair elf of Lorien. My life seemed to be healthy but one day, group of elves from unknown forest took my mother away. I was very young and I never met her again till now. My father got a letter from lost forest. My mother had passed away. Her heart was broken to be parted from my father and me. It was the reason why I hate elves and you," said Annoc. His voice was proud but his eyes were full of sorrow.
"You're a half blood with strong mankind. Even myself, I can hardly see your elven kind clearly till today," said Aragorn. He laid his hand on Annoc shoulder and felt sorry for his friend fate.
"Yes, only my golden hair that shown the sign of elven kind, apart from that, I'm one of your kind," said Annoc.
"But I don't say so," argued Legolas. He placed his eyes on the fair face of Annoc. "Your elven blood never shed away from your body, sharp eyesight, love in the wood, battle skill and also immortal life-force, all these things are in yourself."
"It's not the thing I want!" said Annoc. The sad eyes turned to flame with anger. The proud Elven Prince looked back without fear.
"You have been selected for an elf. You can't run away from the reality, Annoc, just accept it with your heart," said Legolas. He raised his head proudly in his race. Moreover, his heart filled with joy that could beat this Gondor man. His lip curled into a smile and made Annoc even more furious. Annoc said nothing and stepped inside at once.
Aragorn looked back at the Elven prince unbelievable. Legolas seemed to be very happy, and might be a lot happier than meeting Gimli alive.
"You said that my eyes were strange when I looked at him, I'm sure you're totally wrong, my friend," said Aragorn but the smile was still on the elf fair face. "Because I'm sure that now your eyes are more strange than me, Legolas," laughed Aragorn while he saw his friend turned shock.
Aragorn followed Annoc, leaving the elf to be with his own thought alone.
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Thanks for reading, and please review.
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I didn't own Lotr characters.
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#2 The battle at Hornburg
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The fire of war covered every inch of the field. The crushing of the swords and the pierce of the arrows grew louder. The ladders were lifted up and cast down.
In the nighttime over the field, the crystal sword sparkled fiercely before it cut enemies into two.
"Aragorn, watch out!" shouted Annoc. He jumped from the dead orc, pierced the sword into wild man from Dunland at the back of Isildur's Heir. He threw away the dead body from his way and lay his back with Aragorn. Both held their sword tightly.
"Crystal sword, evilly wielded," said Aragorn and gasped his breath.
"My sword fights alongside with Anduril, that's my honor, Aragorn!" answered back Annoc. He took his deep breath before he jumped to the group of new orcs.
"Aragorn! Annoc! Come this way!" called Legolas. He shot the orc at the back of Aragorn, made way for two warriors.
Suddenly, the orc that had lain motionless nearby tripped at Annoc's heels and he fell. The orcs jumped to the warrior but were swept by the crystal sword that cut the body of two orcs in just a single pierce, another two orcs had slain by Anduril, and the other died from the elf arrow.
Aragorn grabbed Annoc and ran together inside the postern. Legolas shot the last arrow before he ran inside as the last person. The door had been closed and piled with the stone.
"I repaid you, Annoc," said Aragorn.
"Thanks, Aragorn," answered Annoc before he turned to Legolas, "For you, I will find way to repay." Annoc looked straightly at the elf from Mirkwood.
Legolas raised his eyebrow and wondered, "I don't want any repay."
"And I do not want to be in debt with anybody as well."
"Especially with me, an elf," asked Legolas before he stepped forward to face the proud Gondor warrior, "I don't understand why you seem to dislike elves."
"You don't need to know. However, I thank you for saving my life. When that chance comes, I will surely repay you," Annoc said quickly before he walked away.
Legolas watched Gondor warrior with speechless. The Elven Prince was about to follow and settled their argument but Aragorn lay his hand on Legolas shoulder.
"Not now, Legolas," said Aragorn, "When time comes, I'm sure he will tell us but not now."
Legolas felt offended. Never before anyone could make him angry but only this Gondor man. Legolas signed and shook his head before he followed Aragorn.
Aragorn looked around and trembled while there was no sign of Gimli and Eomer. Legolas seemed to notice that his friend was not there as well.
"Where's Gimli?" cried Legolas.
"I don't know either. I didn't see him at all since the battle behind the wall," said Aragorn.
"That's bad news," said Legolas, "I hope he can escape to the cave on time but I prefer him to be with me."
Aragorn and Legolas found Annoc who was talking seriously with Gondor soldier.
"Sir Wolverine took our men straight to the orcs behind the wall."
"I hope he will be fine," said Annoc. He took one short dagger and tucked behind his belt. His fair face turned a bit worry.
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There were a roar and blast of fire. The sky turned gray and reflected with the light of Anduril. Orcs and wild men from Dunland disunited while Aragorn jumped and swept his sword. Along with Anduril, the light from the crystal sword shimmered brightly in the field, evilly pierced into two orcs at once. Warrior Annoc threw the dead bodies away from his way.
Man of Gondor looked back and forth and saw two orcs came straight, he jumped by his feet above two orcs. "For Gondor!" shouted Annoc before he swung his sword, cut their heads.
Legolas appreciated in Annoc sword skill and his movement. Moreover, the elf was surprised with the extraordinary height of Annoc jump. No man on earth should be able to jump at that height except the elven race.
Legolas did not have time to think about this puzzle in the field. He left no arrow and he needed to use his knife in the battle.
Then, they heard the horn. The light was brighter than the sun in the sky.
"Gandalf, he's back!" cried Aragorn.
"Mithranthir!" said Legolas gladly.
Lastly, the host of Isengard was beaten.
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Annoc looked at the field. The war left nothing except the killing hand and the cry of the ground. He griped his hand to his forehead and lowered to his chest. His mind thought of somebody who he kept closer to his heart. In this moment, if he was here, his feeling now should be a lot better.
Standing proudly with dignity, tall and broad as great warrior, dark hair, fair of face, his smile full of concerns and grey eyes with love and care especially a gaze at Annoc, all these memories locked insides Annoc's heart.
"Boromir, I wish you would be here with me, just liked the time while we triumphed the eastern war together," whispered Annoc to himself.
Far at his back beyond the awareness of Gondor warrior, Legolas, the Elven Prince stood there, wondering himself for hearing the name of his old friend, one fellowship of the ring from Annoc.
The voice of the dwarf grew louder before his short leg brought his strong body there. Gimli, Gloin's son shouted along the way. Legolas turned to see his friend at the same time as Annoc noticed the elf.
"Gimli, I'm glad to see you again," said Legolas.
"The last orc was quite tough but I could handle even I got a little scratch," boasted Gimli. His head covered with white linen stained with blood.
"You're injured," said Annoc. He stepped forward inside the group. His eyes were on Gimli but he had a short glance at Legolas, liked he wondered whether this elf had heard anything he said.
"That's not much, my friend," said Gimli before his face turned worried, "But your friend, Wolverine, Shrider's son, was hurt quite badly."
"Oh, thanks for your news, even it evilly sounds," said Annoc before he walked away. Then, he stopped while meeting Theoden King on his way, alongside of the King, here came Aragorn, Eomer and Gandalf.
"You're a great swordsman, Annoc of Gondor," said Theoden.
Annoc bowed his head in front of the great King, "My sword serves you as my life."
"Great!" King of Mark put his hand on Annoc's shoulder, "I will go to Isengard, you can stay here if you wish to take care your brave friend of Gondor."
Annoc raised his head, full of respect for the King's kindness, "I wish to follow you, King of Mark, not for the duty but as my own wish," said Annoc strongly. He took a glance at Gandalf who smiled back.
"You may go, Annoc, your friend, Wolverine, brave warrior of Gondor may wish to see you," said Theoden.
"Thank you, my lord," said Annoc before he stepped at his side, slowly walked away to meet a group of Gondor soldiers.
With coincidence or charming spell cast that place, every eye followed the body of Gondor warrior who slipped inside the citadel.
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Annoc saw the strong body of Wolverine covered with the bandages. He felt regret for his friend. War never brought any joy, only the loss of men and bodies.
Other Gondor soldier was cleaning at Wolverine's arm. Annoc nodded his head and that soldier stood up and went away. Wanderer Annoc threw himself and continued that job.
"You should not do this, Sir Annoc, I'm not worthy," said Wolverine with broken voice.
"Don't say that again, my friend, I'm sorry that I did not be by your side. These wounds would never happen," said Annoc and wrapped the linen at the wound.
"You're great, my master."
"I'm not worth enough to be your master, Wolverine, only Denethor whom you must serve."
"And Boromir, my lord, including you as well."
"Nay, Wolverine, Boromir has passed away, I'm no longer your master."
Wolverine looked deeply into his master eyes and fully understood, "Sir Annoc," said Wolverine in low tone with sympathy. He was sad with the news of the death of his beloved master. But it could not compare with the feeling of the man in front of him.
"Yes?" asked Annoc and looked back to his friend.
"I wish to see your hair in the sunlight. I'm afraid that I will not have a chance to see your unearthly beauty again."
"Your words sounded liked you will pass away soon, my friend, only these tiny wounds can't be matched that eastern war we had ever faced together," laughed Annoc.
Wolverine smiled back, only the sound of laughter with the smile planted his master's fair face, no wonder that he, the brave Gondor soldiers along with Lord Boromir could sacrifice themselves to protect.
"I wish you to be better soon, my friend, standing straight, strongly raised again," said Annoc. He leaned his body and kissed his friend's brow before he stood up. Slowly, Annoc took the helmet from his head.
The three fellowships saw him with amazement. It seemed that the time had been stopped while the golden hair fell from the helmet, covered his back. He was handsome with the power of red bright ruby that made his face fairer beyond the beauty of man.
Annoc stepped forward and faced his three friends. Aragorn, Arathorn's son, Heir of Isildur, beside him was Gimli, Gloin's son, strongest dwarf ever, and finally came, Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood and it had been him that the golden swordsman stopped his eye.
"You're an elf liked me," said Legolas amazingly and surprisingly.
"Half correct, Legolas, please amend your understanding. My blood are concentrated on man kind at my father side," said Annoc. His voice was strong and proud liked every time he argued with the Elven Prince.
"But the Elven blood also did not run dry from your body," fulfilled Legolas.
"You!" Annoc stepped forward furiously.
"You both are strange. Whenever you meet, you always argue," cried Gimli, straight to the point.
"I agree," smiled Aragorn. Annoc stared angrily at both friends. This made Aragorn flung into laughter, "You are really strange, Annoc, I found its uncommon for the friendship of Gimli, the dwarf and Legolas, the elf but this can't be matched with you, Annoc," said Aragorn.
Annoc said nothing, he slipped outside and looked at the field. Rohan soldiers took the dead bodies of brave soldiers together. His face turned pale with sorrow. He noticed Legolas and Aragorn followed him.
The golden hair flew along the soft wind, shimmering in the sunlight. Annoc the brave signed.
"Anything left in your heart, you can tell, if you see me as your friend," said Aragorn.
The sad smile planted at his fair face, Annoc was about to say something but any word could pass his lip. "Many things are in my heart, I can't compile it."
Legolas stepped forward and faced the warrior. His eyes filled with doubt. Wanderer Annoc looked at Legolas fair face and signed.
"My father is Lord Renenald, brave warlord of Gondor, my mother is Lady Laurel, the fair elf of Lorien. My life seemed to be healthy but one day, group of elves from unknown forest took my mother away. I was very young and I never met her again till now. My father got a letter from lost forest. My mother had passed away. Her heart was broken to be parted from my father and me. It was the reason why I hate elves and you," said Annoc. His voice was proud but his eyes were full of sorrow.
"You're a half blood with strong mankind. Even myself, I can hardly see your elven kind clearly till today," said Aragorn. He laid his hand on Annoc shoulder and felt sorry for his friend fate.
"Yes, only my golden hair that shown the sign of elven kind, apart from that, I'm one of your kind," said Annoc.
"But I don't say so," argued Legolas. He placed his eyes on the fair face of Annoc. "Your elven blood never shed away from your body, sharp eyesight, love in the wood, battle skill and also immortal life-force, all these things are in yourself."
"It's not the thing I want!" said Annoc. The sad eyes turned to flame with anger. The proud Elven Prince looked back without fear.
"You have been selected for an elf. You can't run away from the reality, Annoc, just accept it with your heart," said Legolas. He raised his head proudly in his race. Moreover, his heart filled with joy that could beat this Gondor man. His lip curled into a smile and made Annoc even more furious. Annoc said nothing and stepped inside at once.
Aragorn looked back at the Elven prince unbelievable. Legolas seemed to be very happy, and might be a lot happier than meeting Gimli alive.
"You said that my eyes were strange when I looked at him, I'm sure you're totally wrong, my friend," said Aragorn but the smile was still on the elf fair face. "Because I'm sure that now your eyes are more strange than me, Legolas," laughed Aragorn while he saw his friend turned shock.
Aragorn followed Annoc, leaving the elf to be with his own thought alone.
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Thanks for reading, and please review.
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