A/N: Dear me, an update, three days since the last, a huge, lemony update.
What is going on? Well hope you enjoy it. By the way, although I fan of the
book too, I have decided to go movieverse here just because it works better
in the story, though I am still not sure whether to kill Haldir, what do
you think? Thanks to the constant support of my reviewers!
Leave The Dead
The wargs attacked with little warning, the scout dispatched quickly but we could not prepare ourselves for the onslaught. I attempted to deal with some of the main protagonists at the head of the chaotic charge but I soon retreated back, neatly flipping myself onto my moving horse. I caught my husband's weary eye but charged on regardless, showing no fear. The frightened women and children were taken on the to deep by Eowyn, who I was secretly pleased to see go, no matter how childish the thought. The vicious wargs attacked along with their riders without formation or organisation, we split in order to use this to our advantage. I spotted Gimli struggling with a fell beast near the centre of our new battlefield. I rode hard, notching an arrow and taking aim. As the deadly arrow was released I was thrown from my seat as an orc threw itself upon me. The sodden ground was fearfully hard; hitting the beast hard in the chest I used its momentary hesitation and recoil to drew a small dagger and slit its throat.
Standing and scanning the field, I noted that victory was soon at hand. But I could not see Aragorn. I swallowed my rising concern so as to finish this fray. After a few more moments Theoden strode confidently across the plain, his men gathering the injured and checking upon the dead. I searched and searched with my eyes never moving from my position, fearful of missing some sudden movement that would lead me to my beautiful lover. I was still looking as Gimli stepped over, sensing my anxiety; he began to call the man's name.
A bitter, gargled sneer caught my attention, I walked over to a near a sharp ledge. A dying orc lay writhing.
"I know of the man you seek." I should not have listened but still I loosely straddled the beast and grabbed at his throat.
"You know nothing!"
"The man took a little tumble. . . . ." I prayed he would not finish the sentence., but he did. ". . .over the cliff."
My grip tightened, knuckles whitening, Gimli stood over my shoulder.
"You lie!" With that the orc passed, his hand falling limply at his side, opening slightly.
A glint of silver and it was all over. The Eveningstar shone brightly in the beast's hand. A memory of a past love, a first love, Aragorn would never leave it behind. Numbly, without thought, I shakily moved over to the cliff edge, followed by Gimli and Theoden.
Water raged defiantly below, no sign of the dark figure I desperately searched for. My mind tuned out Theoden's words picking up only three.
Leave.
The.
Dead.
With that some part of me died too. Faith, hope, strength, whatever it is, I was lost without it, without him.
I searched deep within Theoden's eyes, but his only reply was a weak hand raised to my shoulder. Gimli near dragged me from the edge and we proceeded onwards.
*************************
I should have felt relief as we reached the keep, but I merely felt we were travelling further from my other, missing half. He may still be alive somewhere, hurt, alone and now, miles from where he fell, I cannot help him. This was simply not fair, why him? Out of all that could have fallen, it had to be him. I realised the selfishness of the thought, and banished it.
I sat blankly, repairing arrows, Eowyn's eyes resting upon me with undisguised pity. How I despised pity, especially now that I deserved it.
There was some kind of muted excitement at the keep door, but I did not even think to raise my head, but something tugged at the back of my mind, and I eventually looked up.
A shaggy, dark figure pushed open the doors with the conviction of a King. This was the figure I had been looking for on the field. The same I was looking for in the water, the one I had left at the cliff edge. I should have known he would survive, it was wrong to despair. I stood directly in his path, a smile beginning to creep onto my lips.
"T'is good to see you, meleth."
Aragorn smiled at my false levity, and swiftly gathered me into his arms. I reluctantly left his grip in order to return what lay in my pocket. The jewel glittered as it was returned to its owner. After a brief moment, instead of replacing it around his neck as I thought, he simply placed it in his own pocket.
I closed the gap between us, kissing him tenderly, leaning over towards his ear.
"I think you have made me wait long enough, that is, if you are well." Aragorn looked confused for a second.
"You promised me, later you said. . . ." Comprehension shone in his face, he nodded keenly as I stroked at the wound on his shoulder. There would be time before darkness fell, a chance to relieve some of this tension. After all, I may fall in the upcoming battle, as he might, and I could not die without feeling his touch one more time. He seemed to know this, know of its importance and silenced me with a finger on my lips before proceeding to the King.
After a brief discussion with Theoden, Aragorn grasped my hand and led me away to a more discreet part of Helm's Deep. "There is nothing more we can do now." He murmured.
A small cove served our purpose, we having not the energy nor desire to go any further. It is at times like this I realise just how much my lover wears and how time consuming it can be to rid him of it. I nimbly deprived him of his tunic kissing his wounds gently. He, showing some degree of elven grace stripped me with astonishing speed.
Two fingers demanded entrance to my mouth and I sucked on them greedily before they moved lower serving to stretch me, preparing for something of greater girth. With the desperateness that only enforced separation and such great threat can provide we made love fast and hard, screaming, grasping at each other manically. I vowed never to let go of him again. Never again would he leave my arms.
Our dressing was hindered somewhat by our desperate kissing, and reluctance to lose any form of physical contact. We were still slightly dishevelled as the messenger found us. Theoden had been trying to find us. Evening had descended upon Helms Deep, the troops were ready and the battle would soon rage amongst us. I swallowed hard and led the way to the great hall. Never once did I let go of Aragorn's hand.
Stepping out into the cool night air, I took a look over at our army, if you could call them that. Three hundred stood, waiting to face a force of ten thousand. Most were children, who struggled to hold a sword, some were old, frail hands gripping weapons tightly. It seemed hopeless. But as I should have known, there is always hope.
A horn sounded across and throughout the stone fortress, casting my eyes ahead something approached but it was not what I feared. With a dazzling smile I raced down to the doors, which were heavily guarded.
"Open the doors!" My status known I was quickly obeyed, the huge wooden doors opening to admit our salvation. Three thousand elven archers marched onward, led by a hauntingly familiar face. Haldir beamed back at me. I pulled him into a un-elf like embrace and saw many around gesture for him to return the sentiment. Once he was released, the unsuspecting creature was enveloped into something similar from Aragorn.
Our forces now increased tenfold, I reclaimed my lofty position with Gimli, now surrounded by archers. Our enemy was now in sight, black masses swallowing the landscape as they moved on relentlessly like a shadow. The dwarf at my side lamented over our placing, I was offering to get him something to stand on when Aragorn approached.
"Be careful beautiful." I nodded and was pulled into a breathtaking kiss, Gimli muttering dwarfish curses. With one last pleading glance he returned to his post as a nervous elf let loose an arrow at the foul, waiting uruk- hai. "Hold!" The man shouted, but no matter how hard you try, you cannot postpone the inevitable.
The heavens opened and the battle began.
A/N: Tense, the battle makes up the story's two-part finale. Watch this space!
Leave The Dead
The wargs attacked with little warning, the scout dispatched quickly but we could not prepare ourselves for the onslaught. I attempted to deal with some of the main protagonists at the head of the chaotic charge but I soon retreated back, neatly flipping myself onto my moving horse. I caught my husband's weary eye but charged on regardless, showing no fear. The frightened women and children were taken on the to deep by Eowyn, who I was secretly pleased to see go, no matter how childish the thought. The vicious wargs attacked along with their riders without formation or organisation, we split in order to use this to our advantage. I spotted Gimli struggling with a fell beast near the centre of our new battlefield. I rode hard, notching an arrow and taking aim. As the deadly arrow was released I was thrown from my seat as an orc threw itself upon me. The sodden ground was fearfully hard; hitting the beast hard in the chest I used its momentary hesitation and recoil to drew a small dagger and slit its throat.
Standing and scanning the field, I noted that victory was soon at hand. But I could not see Aragorn. I swallowed my rising concern so as to finish this fray. After a few more moments Theoden strode confidently across the plain, his men gathering the injured and checking upon the dead. I searched and searched with my eyes never moving from my position, fearful of missing some sudden movement that would lead me to my beautiful lover. I was still looking as Gimli stepped over, sensing my anxiety; he began to call the man's name.
A bitter, gargled sneer caught my attention, I walked over to a near a sharp ledge. A dying orc lay writhing.
"I know of the man you seek." I should not have listened but still I loosely straddled the beast and grabbed at his throat.
"You know nothing!"
"The man took a little tumble. . . . ." I prayed he would not finish the sentence., but he did. ". . .over the cliff."
My grip tightened, knuckles whitening, Gimli stood over my shoulder.
"You lie!" With that the orc passed, his hand falling limply at his side, opening slightly.
A glint of silver and it was all over. The Eveningstar shone brightly in the beast's hand. A memory of a past love, a first love, Aragorn would never leave it behind. Numbly, without thought, I shakily moved over to the cliff edge, followed by Gimli and Theoden.
Water raged defiantly below, no sign of the dark figure I desperately searched for. My mind tuned out Theoden's words picking up only three.
Leave.
The.
Dead.
With that some part of me died too. Faith, hope, strength, whatever it is, I was lost without it, without him.
I searched deep within Theoden's eyes, but his only reply was a weak hand raised to my shoulder. Gimli near dragged me from the edge and we proceeded onwards.
*************************
I should have felt relief as we reached the keep, but I merely felt we were travelling further from my other, missing half. He may still be alive somewhere, hurt, alone and now, miles from where he fell, I cannot help him. This was simply not fair, why him? Out of all that could have fallen, it had to be him. I realised the selfishness of the thought, and banished it.
I sat blankly, repairing arrows, Eowyn's eyes resting upon me with undisguised pity. How I despised pity, especially now that I deserved it.
There was some kind of muted excitement at the keep door, but I did not even think to raise my head, but something tugged at the back of my mind, and I eventually looked up.
A shaggy, dark figure pushed open the doors with the conviction of a King. This was the figure I had been looking for on the field. The same I was looking for in the water, the one I had left at the cliff edge. I should have known he would survive, it was wrong to despair. I stood directly in his path, a smile beginning to creep onto my lips.
"T'is good to see you, meleth."
Aragorn smiled at my false levity, and swiftly gathered me into his arms. I reluctantly left his grip in order to return what lay in my pocket. The jewel glittered as it was returned to its owner. After a brief moment, instead of replacing it around his neck as I thought, he simply placed it in his own pocket.
I closed the gap between us, kissing him tenderly, leaning over towards his ear.
"I think you have made me wait long enough, that is, if you are well." Aragorn looked confused for a second.
"You promised me, later you said. . . ." Comprehension shone in his face, he nodded keenly as I stroked at the wound on his shoulder. There would be time before darkness fell, a chance to relieve some of this tension. After all, I may fall in the upcoming battle, as he might, and I could not die without feeling his touch one more time. He seemed to know this, know of its importance and silenced me with a finger on my lips before proceeding to the King.
After a brief discussion with Theoden, Aragorn grasped my hand and led me away to a more discreet part of Helm's Deep. "There is nothing more we can do now." He murmured.
A small cove served our purpose, we having not the energy nor desire to go any further. It is at times like this I realise just how much my lover wears and how time consuming it can be to rid him of it. I nimbly deprived him of his tunic kissing his wounds gently. He, showing some degree of elven grace stripped me with astonishing speed.
Two fingers demanded entrance to my mouth and I sucked on them greedily before they moved lower serving to stretch me, preparing for something of greater girth. With the desperateness that only enforced separation and such great threat can provide we made love fast and hard, screaming, grasping at each other manically. I vowed never to let go of him again. Never again would he leave my arms.
Our dressing was hindered somewhat by our desperate kissing, and reluctance to lose any form of physical contact. We were still slightly dishevelled as the messenger found us. Theoden had been trying to find us. Evening had descended upon Helms Deep, the troops were ready and the battle would soon rage amongst us. I swallowed hard and led the way to the great hall. Never once did I let go of Aragorn's hand.
Stepping out into the cool night air, I took a look over at our army, if you could call them that. Three hundred stood, waiting to face a force of ten thousand. Most were children, who struggled to hold a sword, some were old, frail hands gripping weapons tightly. It seemed hopeless. But as I should have known, there is always hope.
A horn sounded across and throughout the stone fortress, casting my eyes ahead something approached but it was not what I feared. With a dazzling smile I raced down to the doors, which were heavily guarded.
"Open the doors!" My status known I was quickly obeyed, the huge wooden doors opening to admit our salvation. Three thousand elven archers marched onward, led by a hauntingly familiar face. Haldir beamed back at me. I pulled him into a un-elf like embrace and saw many around gesture for him to return the sentiment. Once he was released, the unsuspecting creature was enveloped into something similar from Aragorn.
Our forces now increased tenfold, I reclaimed my lofty position with Gimli, now surrounded by archers. Our enemy was now in sight, black masses swallowing the landscape as they moved on relentlessly like a shadow. The dwarf at my side lamented over our placing, I was offering to get him something to stand on when Aragorn approached.
"Be careful beautiful." I nodded and was pulled into a breathtaking kiss, Gimli muttering dwarfish curses. With one last pleading glance he returned to his post as a nervous elf let loose an arrow at the foul, waiting uruk- hai. "Hold!" The man shouted, but no matter how hard you try, you cannot postpone the inevitable.
The heavens opened and the battle began.
A/N: Tense, the battle makes up the story's two-part finale. Watch this space!