Disclaimer: I don't own the Lord of the Rings characters, nor any of the
places in this story unless previously noted. The only characters I own are
Lunoria Moonwatcher, Elinorias, and Eluna also unless noted. Please read at
your own judgment, as this is likely to be a bit gory, as this would most
likely be how war was back then.
Lunoria spun her sword in a large arc around her, slicing through the heads of two orcs on the way. She was sprayed with the dark blood as their bodies fell to the ground. She ran forward again, intent on reaching her target, to save him. She had not seen Legolas since he had left her in Lothlorien many months ago, and was not about to loose him now. She had promised to find him, and did. She went about her grisly task without emotion, bent only on reaching Legolas. On the fields of Pelennor, right in the midst of one of the deadliest battles since the Battle of the Five Armies, where her father Elinorias had fallen, she had found him at last.
She leapt over the fallen, and flung her usually blonde hair out of her face, which was now colored red with blood from her enemy. She drove the tip of her blade into the heart of one of the Southrons with a sickening sound. She was merely feet from the back of her love when she made her gruesome mistake. She was so intent on getting to him to fight beside him, that she forgot to cover her back. She turned just as the steel pierced her flesh in the side. With a gasp of pain, she fell to her knees. Her eyes filled with tears at the pain searing through her, but knew that this was only minor. She herself had caused worse. She had made men scream with the sound of imminent death. Her vision blurred as she saw things leaping past her. Slowly, she leaned backward against her will until she was resting on the ground, battle raging all around her. Her eyes glazed as she thought back to the first time she had ever killed someone. The first battle she had ever been in. And how she had failed.
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Elinorias had been very proud of the strength of his daughter, and of her sharp mind and logic. He had taught her every thing he knew about anything, and especially about fighting. Though she was only 2,331, she was one of the most skilled with a sword in all of Mirkwood. The only that had passed her was her father, whom had taught her everything. And now it was time to prove that strength, for they were going to battle. The elves, men, and a small group of 14 dwarves and a hobbit were going to be up against the largest army of goblins and wargs that had ever been seen, and she was to fight beside her father. With the first onset of battle, she had been apprehensive. It was rare that she had gone this long without having to kill another being except for food, but she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to start then. But that was before she saw the pleasure the goblins took of killing her comrades. As she saw her first ally fall, a rage was permanently ignited in her. It was the fire of purpose, of cause, that was always to be burning inside her, and would be there for her to call upon in times of need. As she saw the lifeless body fall to the ground beside her, she let loose all the rage and hate inside her that had just been brought to the surface, and fought with a passion seen only in those who are obviously ready to die for their cause, and their people. She lost all apprehension, and was soon to be found with the front lines, fending off attack before they could get too close. But she was beginning to grow careless in her fighting, absorbed by her internal need for death of those who would kill the innocent. She would occasionally become so impassioned that she would forget about everything around her but what she was doing. This is how she felt she had failed herself.
It had been the next to the last day of fighting, and she was next to her father, lost in keeping her foe at bay. She saw the goblins coming out of the corner of her eye, but was unable to stop him, or else she would have perished for sure. She acted as quickly as possible, and mortally wounded her opponent. She turned just in time to see the goblin that had run past drive his sword deep into her father's back. She remembered screaming with a voice filled with all the pain she possessed, and ran forward. It seemed to her that it took hours to go the few feet to his side, but she eventually made it there. Once she had reached him, she proceeded to stab the goblin repeatedly in the back, spraying herself with his blood with every hit. Her face dripped blood as she turned to her father. She turned him over, and wept, staring into his eyes. As he stared into her face, a look of sorrow came into his eyes. He had never meant do this to her, make her so ruthless.
"Please forgive me. I love you so," he whispered with his last breath.
"You've taught me how to survive. I thank you. And I love you too, father," Lunoria whispered back, tears streaking her face. As the life left him, she vowed to never let this happen to her again. With a renewed will, she brought back up her blade, and continued fighting with an apathetic numbness. While this was her first battle, it definitely wasn't the last.
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A.N.- Before I put up the second chapter, I really want to get the story Untitled(So far.) done, since this is a sequel to it. So it may be a while. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Lunoria spun her sword in a large arc around her, slicing through the heads of two orcs on the way. She was sprayed with the dark blood as their bodies fell to the ground. She ran forward again, intent on reaching her target, to save him. She had not seen Legolas since he had left her in Lothlorien many months ago, and was not about to loose him now. She had promised to find him, and did. She went about her grisly task without emotion, bent only on reaching Legolas. On the fields of Pelennor, right in the midst of one of the deadliest battles since the Battle of the Five Armies, where her father Elinorias had fallen, she had found him at last.
She leapt over the fallen, and flung her usually blonde hair out of her face, which was now colored red with blood from her enemy. She drove the tip of her blade into the heart of one of the Southrons with a sickening sound. She was merely feet from the back of her love when she made her gruesome mistake. She was so intent on getting to him to fight beside him, that she forgot to cover her back. She turned just as the steel pierced her flesh in the side. With a gasp of pain, she fell to her knees. Her eyes filled with tears at the pain searing through her, but knew that this was only minor. She herself had caused worse. She had made men scream with the sound of imminent death. Her vision blurred as she saw things leaping past her. Slowly, she leaned backward against her will until she was resting on the ground, battle raging all around her. Her eyes glazed as she thought back to the first time she had ever killed someone. The first battle she had ever been in. And how she had failed.
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Elinorias had been very proud of the strength of his daughter, and of her sharp mind and logic. He had taught her every thing he knew about anything, and especially about fighting. Though she was only 2,331, she was one of the most skilled with a sword in all of Mirkwood. The only that had passed her was her father, whom had taught her everything. And now it was time to prove that strength, for they were going to battle. The elves, men, and a small group of 14 dwarves and a hobbit were going to be up against the largest army of goblins and wargs that had ever been seen, and she was to fight beside her father. With the first onset of battle, she had been apprehensive. It was rare that she had gone this long without having to kill another being except for food, but she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to start then. But that was before she saw the pleasure the goblins took of killing her comrades. As she saw her first ally fall, a rage was permanently ignited in her. It was the fire of purpose, of cause, that was always to be burning inside her, and would be there for her to call upon in times of need. As she saw the lifeless body fall to the ground beside her, she let loose all the rage and hate inside her that had just been brought to the surface, and fought with a passion seen only in those who are obviously ready to die for their cause, and their people. She lost all apprehension, and was soon to be found with the front lines, fending off attack before they could get too close. But she was beginning to grow careless in her fighting, absorbed by her internal need for death of those who would kill the innocent. She would occasionally become so impassioned that she would forget about everything around her but what she was doing. This is how she felt she had failed herself.
It had been the next to the last day of fighting, and she was next to her father, lost in keeping her foe at bay. She saw the goblins coming out of the corner of her eye, but was unable to stop him, or else she would have perished for sure. She acted as quickly as possible, and mortally wounded her opponent. She turned just in time to see the goblin that had run past drive his sword deep into her father's back. She remembered screaming with a voice filled with all the pain she possessed, and ran forward. It seemed to her that it took hours to go the few feet to his side, but she eventually made it there. Once she had reached him, she proceeded to stab the goblin repeatedly in the back, spraying herself with his blood with every hit. Her face dripped blood as she turned to her father. She turned him over, and wept, staring into his eyes. As he stared into her face, a look of sorrow came into his eyes. He had never meant do this to her, make her so ruthless.
"Please forgive me. I love you so," he whispered with his last breath.
"You've taught me how to survive. I thank you. And I love you too, father," Lunoria whispered back, tears streaking her face. As the life left him, she vowed to never let this happen to her again. With a renewed will, she brought back up her blade, and continued fighting with an apathetic numbness. While this was her first battle, it definitely wasn't the last.
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A.N.- Before I put up the second chapter, I really want to get the story Untitled(So far.) done, since this is a sequel to it. So it may be a while. Sorry for the inconvenience.