Disclaimer: We do not own LOTR, but we really want to. Any made up characters are ours, and not yours, so ^-^. And Legolas is ours! So back off, you swine!
If anyone cares, the authors of this lovely fic are 'Kawaii Kitsune and Hanyou' and 'Ebony'.
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Deep in the heart of Mordor as the Last Battle raged on, off to the side there stood a figure. He was tall, and had a heart of fire. His name was Sauron. (a/n: Dun, dun, dunnnnn)
Legolas took this all in one glance. Hatred filled his being. All of the evil things Sauron had done filed through his mind. He quickly destroyed the orc he was fighting and stalked over to where Sauron was standing.
"Oh, the poor little angry elfling has come to fight me. How noble. NOT! I hope you are ready to die. Now, would you prefer to die slow and painfully, or quick and painfully? Your choice." Sauron said with an evil glint in his eye.
"I didn't come to die. I came to avenge all the beings you have harmed." Legolas replied as he drew his twin blades.
"Oh, how cute. Now, prepare to die, elfscum!"
"Thanks for the warning"
As Legolas paried stroke for stroke, he suddenly saw an opening. It was right under the arm, where Sauron did not have armor. He faked a chest thrust, then quickly stabbed both armpits. As Sauron screamed in pain, he brought down his sword, giving Legolas an inch deep cut through his arm. "Numarie."
Everything went black and Legolas saw no more.
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paried = block.
Numarie= good bye.
Steph: Ya know Whit, I think we should end this fic right now. Seems like a good ending, huh?
Whit: Yea a nice and short story is always best, isn't it? Not too long at all.
*a brick is thrown, barely missing our heads*
Steph: I feel a sudden surge of wanting to write more!
Whit: Uh..me too. Let's get started already!
Both: Please review!!!