Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, except for Aralyn. I
have about two more chapters to put up; then this story will be over. Then
I'll start working on the prequel; please read, enjoy, and review!
I ran along the side of the wall, fighting my way through orcs that had emerged from even more ladders that the enemy had rigged up. I ducked one blow and stabbed the orc in the arm, and finished him off slitting his throat.
I was in a daze, blindly stabbing and hacking, relentlessly. Rain poured down unto my head as my cloak fell off of my shoulders. I kept fighting though. A half dead orc stabbed at my legs with a knife and tore my dress and sunk the blade into my skin. I howled in pain and out of anger finished that orc off.
I didn't have time to examine my wound, but it wasn't bad. I continued fighting, in a mad rage.
Blood soaked the lower part of my leg as I searched for more orcs to massacre.
"You better take care of that." Someone ran past me, meaning my leg.
"Fine." I spat, and ripped off a piece of my dress to wrap around my wound. I took a deep breath to calm down, and to slow my heart rate. To be in that sort of frenzy in battle is dangerous; I was lucky I wasn't careless enough to be killed. The blood began to slow already, and my head was on straight now. I ran towards another group of men who were battling orcs.
I snuck up behind them and stabbed three in the back before the other orcs even realized there was someone behind them. They yelled in surprise and turned around, and I ducked under their raised weapons and stabbed one in the chest. The other men attacked the orcs from behind, killing the three of them that was left. When the orcs fell the men turned to thank the person who saved them; and realized it was me.
I smiled innocently at them as I ran off to fight more.
I was running along when I was slammed in the chest by an oversized orc. I fell backwards, the wind knocked out of me. I looked up fearfully and saw his sword coming down at me. Kicking him in the shin, I rolled over and stabbed him in the thigh. He yelled angrily at me and pulled me up with his left arm as his other arm came around to punch me.
I knew it was coming and ducked at the last moment. His balance was thrown off and he let go of me, trying to catch his balance. I stabbed him in the gut and stepped back, but another orc was right behind me. He grabbed me but I kicked his arm and sidestepped him, fighting for my breath back. He swirled around; weapon ready, and the blunt side caught me and pushed me.
I lost my balance and tumbled down a group of stairs. I shook it off, and stood up with my body screaming at me. I was in so much pain, but I wasn't going to give up.
"Aralyn!" A familiar voice called. Legolas had just seen me, realizing I had escaped from the mountain and was up here helping them fight.
He was standing at the top of the stairs, and had just finished off the orc that had pushed me down the stairs. Our eyes locked and I smiled, feeling a warm feeling I had never experienced before rising in my chest. Legolas smiled at me, realizing that I could fight. And maybe there was more to that smile; more that I wanted to see. Maybe he loved me too.
I stepped forward to go to him; but in that split second I saw Legolas's face turn to panic, and then a blinding pain tore through my side. I fell to my knees, holding my side. An orc had stabbed me and was now ready to strike again, to finish me off. I fell to my side and rolled out of his way, and looked up. What I saw amazed me.
Legolas was sliding down the stairs on an orc shield and was shooting arrows at the orcs that were surrounding me. When he reached the bottom, the shield shot out and buried itself deep in the orc that had stabbed me.
"Aralyn!" He cried, reaching my side. I looked up at him, his face becoming fuzzy.
"I'm ok Legolas. You're here." I whispered to him, reaching out for him. He gathered me up in his arms like a little child.
"To the Keep!" I heard Aragorn yell, and I looked up at Legolas questioningly. He cuddled me closer to his chest and started running for the Keep.
Pain blinded my eyes as my wound bled freely, all over the front of Legolas's jerkin. I tried to say something, but it came out all slurred.
"Do not talk, Lirimaer. We are almost to the Keep." He shushed me.
His voice was fading in and out. "Legolas, I'm scared." I whimpered.
"It is ok, Aralyn. I am here for you." He hugged me closer as we drew nearer to the Keep.
I buried my face into his chest and breathed in his comforting scent.
A dizzying effect took over my body and I lost my grip on Legolas. Pain shot through my side again, like the lightening that was shooting through the sky. I began to swoon, my head falling back.
"Aralyn!" I heard Legolas cry, but he seemed so far away.
We got to the Keep and he laid me down on the ground. There was no more room inside the hospital rooms.
Legolas began to look around for things to dress my wound, but I knew better. It was too late.
"Legolas." I whispered.
"Yes, Melamin?" He asked with a soft note to his voice. This new word confused me.
"What does that mean?" I asked softly.
"It means my love."
"Legolas." I said happily, reaching out and taking his hand, and with tears filling my eyes. "Please, go on fighting for Rohan. They need you."
"I can not leave you here alone." He protested.
"You have to. Aragorn and Gimli need you." I winced and the room started spinning.
"I will not leave you. I made a promise to support you, and you need someone now more then ever."
"Legolas." I whispered. He face inched closer to mine to hear what I had to say.
"I love you too." I whispered and kissed him full on the lips with the last amount of strength I had.
Then I slipped into unconsciousness, and my heart stopped beating.
I had passed on to the Halls of Mandos, where slain elves reside, leaving my one true love behind.
I ran along the side of the wall, fighting my way through orcs that had emerged from even more ladders that the enemy had rigged up. I ducked one blow and stabbed the orc in the arm, and finished him off slitting his throat.
I was in a daze, blindly stabbing and hacking, relentlessly. Rain poured down unto my head as my cloak fell off of my shoulders. I kept fighting though. A half dead orc stabbed at my legs with a knife and tore my dress and sunk the blade into my skin. I howled in pain and out of anger finished that orc off.
I didn't have time to examine my wound, but it wasn't bad. I continued fighting, in a mad rage.
Blood soaked the lower part of my leg as I searched for more orcs to massacre.
"You better take care of that." Someone ran past me, meaning my leg.
"Fine." I spat, and ripped off a piece of my dress to wrap around my wound. I took a deep breath to calm down, and to slow my heart rate. To be in that sort of frenzy in battle is dangerous; I was lucky I wasn't careless enough to be killed. The blood began to slow already, and my head was on straight now. I ran towards another group of men who were battling orcs.
I snuck up behind them and stabbed three in the back before the other orcs even realized there was someone behind them. They yelled in surprise and turned around, and I ducked under their raised weapons and stabbed one in the chest. The other men attacked the orcs from behind, killing the three of them that was left. When the orcs fell the men turned to thank the person who saved them; and realized it was me.
I smiled innocently at them as I ran off to fight more.
I was running along when I was slammed in the chest by an oversized orc. I fell backwards, the wind knocked out of me. I looked up fearfully and saw his sword coming down at me. Kicking him in the shin, I rolled over and stabbed him in the thigh. He yelled angrily at me and pulled me up with his left arm as his other arm came around to punch me.
I knew it was coming and ducked at the last moment. His balance was thrown off and he let go of me, trying to catch his balance. I stabbed him in the gut and stepped back, but another orc was right behind me. He grabbed me but I kicked his arm and sidestepped him, fighting for my breath back. He swirled around; weapon ready, and the blunt side caught me and pushed me.
I lost my balance and tumbled down a group of stairs. I shook it off, and stood up with my body screaming at me. I was in so much pain, but I wasn't going to give up.
"Aralyn!" A familiar voice called. Legolas had just seen me, realizing I had escaped from the mountain and was up here helping them fight.
He was standing at the top of the stairs, and had just finished off the orc that had pushed me down the stairs. Our eyes locked and I smiled, feeling a warm feeling I had never experienced before rising in my chest. Legolas smiled at me, realizing that I could fight. And maybe there was more to that smile; more that I wanted to see. Maybe he loved me too.
I stepped forward to go to him; but in that split second I saw Legolas's face turn to panic, and then a blinding pain tore through my side. I fell to my knees, holding my side. An orc had stabbed me and was now ready to strike again, to finish me off. I fell to my side and rolled out of his way, and looked up. What I saw amazed me.
Legolas was sliding down the stairs on an orc shield and was shooting arrows at the orcs that were surrounding me. When he reached the bottom, the shield shot out and buried itself deep in the orc that had stabbed me.
"Aralyn!" He cried, reaching my side. I looked up at him, his face becoming fuzzy.
"I'm ok Legolas. You're here." I whispered to him, reaching out for him. He gathered me up in his arms like a little child.
"To the Keep!" I heard Aragorn yell, and I looked up at Legolas questioningly. He cuddled me closer to his chest and started running for the Keep.
Pain blinded my eyes as my wound bled freely, all over the front of Legolas's jerkin. I tried to say something, but it came out all slurred.
"Do not talk, Lirimaer. We are almost to the Keep." He shushed me.
His voice was fading in and out. "Legolas, I'm scared." I whimpered.
"It is ok, Aralyn. I am here for you." He hugged me closer as we drew nearer to the Keep.
I buried my face into his chest and breathed in his comforting scent.
A dizzying effect took over my body and I lost my grip on Legolas. Pain shot through my side again, like the lightening that was shooting through the sky. I began to swoon, my head falling back.
"Aralyn!" I heard Legolas cry, but he seemed so far away.
We got to the Keep and he laid me down on the ground. There was no more room inside the hospital rooms.
Legolas began to look around for things to dress my wound, but I knew better. It was too late.
"Legolas." I whispered.
"Yes, Melamin?" He asked with a soft note to his voice. This new word confused me.
"What does that mean?" I asked softly.
"It means my love."
"Legolas." I said happily, reaching out and taking his hand, and with tears filling my eyes. "Please, go on fighting for Rohan. They need you."
"I can not leave you here alone." He protested.
"You have to. Aragorn and Gimli need you." I winced and the room started spinning.
"I will not leave you. I made a promise to support you, and you need someone now more then ever."
"Legolas." I whispered. He face inched closer to mine to hear what I had to say.
"I love you too." I whispered and kissed him full on the lips with the last amount of strength I had.
Then I slipped into unconsciousness, and my heart stopped beating.
I had passed on to the Halls of Mandos, where slain elves reside, leaving my one true love behind.