BAAACK! Sorry, I was gone to the Twin Cities in MN for a week. But... NOW I'M BACK! But I can finally satisfy my cravin' for writin'. And I'm mixing this up... cause it fits my story betta.
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Ademia frowned at her surroundings. Oh... she was in Mordor. Leaping to her feet she looked at the stone walls around her. But... she had gotten the hobbits out and... gotten captured. Right. Too bad orc armour didn't disguise elves that well. She sat down and allowed stray thoughts to enter her mind. Staring at the door or wall wouldn't help much.
A sound caught her ears. The sound metal against metal. Shouts, and then cries of triumph. Battle. Straining to hear any other sounds from the oaken doors she somehow managed to get the door open. How she did it still remains a mystery to her, but she got the doors open. Her long legs carried her down the hall. Slipping down she picked up a fallen sword. It was elven made. A closer inspection through the grime the orcs had somehow gotten on it told her it was hers! Quickly wiping it off, she hurried though the doors. She was amazed at the sight that greeted her. At the front of the ranks she saw a firmilar face. Aragorn? Legolas? Gimli? A smile fleetingly met her face, but orcs had to ruin her reunion. Her sword sliced through the air... and more. The head rolled on the ground. "Ew," she remarked and then turned to continuing through the enemy. A quick duck saved her head a couple of times. "Legolas!" she screamed. He ducked, and the arrow flew over his head, brushing his hair. He turned around and his eyes widened. 'You're alive?' he mouthed.
She didn't have time to reply. A sword nearly dug into her side, and she was forced to do some sort of a dance to get away from him. A quick reverse crescent and his head, too, lay on the ground.
Fighting her way over to him, she smiled at the look on his face. "What? You don't think I'd die that easily did-ugh-you?"
"You never know... with you."
Two large Uruk-hair grabbed the elven princess and dragged her away. A claw clamped over her mouth, so she couldn't yell to Legolas. Three others were distracting him. Throwing her back inside they growled something in the Black Speech of Mordor. She didn't bother to even try to under stand them.
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Legolas groaned when he saw the two Uruk drag her back inside. Try as he might, he couldn't get away from the three others. The door finally slammed inside. What seemed like an eternity later, but in truth was only a few minutes, Aragorn called their triumph. "Aragorn!" Legolas cried.
His friend turned. "What is it, Legolas?"
"Ademia! They have her here."
"Here?"
Legolas pointed to the tower. "There."
"We can't try and get her out, Legolas. It would destroy our forces."
"We can't just leave her!" he argued.
"We must. I promise you, as soon as we win this war, we will come back."
"She could be dead by then," Legolas said half-heartedly. Aragorn had made up his mind, and he - or no one - was going to change it.
"Would she want us to die for her? Legolas, she *will* be fine. *No one* will harm her." The emphasis was there, and hard. As he turned away, Legolas noticed a doubting look on his face. With one final glance at the tower he turned away.
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I KNOW its short. I KNOW ya'll are gonna hate me when this story is over. I KNOW ya'll hate cliffhangers. I KNOW lotsa things. And above all... Angel? I... uh... haven'twrittenanymoreofFreakShowtoEndAllFreakShows.
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Ademia frowned at her surroundings. Oh... she was in Mordor. Leaping to her feet she looked at the stone walls around her. But... she had gotten the hobbits out and... gotten captured. Right. Too bad orc armour didn't disguise elves that well. She sat down and allowed stray thoughts to enter her mind. Staring at the door or wall wouldn't help much.
A sound caught her ears. The sound metal against metal. Shouts, and then cries of triumph. Battle. Straining to hear any other sounds from the oaken doors she somehow managed to get the door open. How she did it still remains a mystery to her, but she got the doors open. Her long legs carried her down the hall. Slipping down she picked up a fallen sword. It was elven made. A closer inspection through the grime the orcs had somehow gotten on it told her it was hers! Quickly wiping it off, she hurried though the doors. She was amazed at the sight that greeted her. At the front of the ranks she saw a firmilar face. Aragorn? Legolas? Gimli? A smile fleetingly met her face, but orcs had to ruin her reunion. Her sword sliced through the air... and more. The head rolled on the ground. "Ew," she remarked and then turned to continuing through the enemy. A quick duck saved her head a couple of times. "Legolas!" she screamed. He ducked, and the arrow flew over his head, brushing his hair. He turned around and his eyes widened. 'You're alive?' he mouthed.
She didn't have time to reply. A sword nearly dug into her side, and she was forced to do some sort of a dance to get away from him. A quick reverse crescent and his head, too, lay on the ground.
Fighting her way over to him, she smiled at the look on his face. "What? You don't think I'd die that easily did-ugh-you?"
"You never know... with you."
Two large Uruk-hair grabbed the elven princess and dragged her away. A claw clamped over her mouth, so she couldn't yell to Legolas. Three others were distracting him. Throwing her back inside they growled something in the Black Speech of Mordor. She didn't bother to even try to under stand them.
~*~
Legolas groaned when he saw the two Uruk drag her back inside. Try as he might, he couldn't get away from the three others. The door finally slammed inside. What seemed like an eternity later, but in truth was only a few minutes, Aragorn called their triumph. "Aragorn!" Legolas cried.
His friend turned. "What is it, Legolas?"
"Ademia! They have her here."
"Here?"
Legolas pointed to the tower. "There."
"We can't try and get her out, Legolas. It would destroy our forces."
"We can't just leave her!" he argued.
"We must. I promise you, as soon as we win this war, we will come back."
"She could be dead by then," Legolas said half-heartedly. Aragorn had made up his mind, and he - or no one - was going to change it.
"Would she want us to die for her? Legolas, she *will* be fine. *No one* will harm her." The emphasis was there, and hard. As he turned away, Legolas noticed a doubting look on his face. With one final glance at the tower he turned away.
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I KNOW its short. I KNOW ya'll are gonna hate me when this story is over. I KNOW ya'll hate cliffhangers. I KNOW lotsa things. And above all... Angel? I... uh... haven'twrittenanymoreofFreakShowtoEndAllFreakShows.