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I've been busy with my website. Myself and Evenstar589 recently decided
that we had no space, so turned the thing into four separate sites. I am
running the Harry Potter Site, and the Star Wars site. My dear friend
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Anyways, have fun there, and I hope you enjoy reading this chapter. It is somewhat movie canon, but mostly Alternate Universe.
I added a bunch of dialogue between everyone's favorite elf, and everyone's favorite dwarf! This takes place during the Battle of Helms Deep.
Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) don't own anything but the plot. And if J.R.R. Tolkien comes back from the dead, and sues me, he won't get much. It all went down the drain when I saw The Two Towers. . . is it, ten times?
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Chapter Four
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Legolas fit a bow to his arrow, and aimed at the nearest Uruk. It wasn't as if he had to look hard to find a target. He let the arrow loose, and grimaced in satisfaction as it lodged itself in the creature's neck. With lightning fast speed, he fit another arrow to his bow. Whoosh! Another Uruk fell.
Arrow after arrow flew and lodged themselves into the enemies' necks. All around him, the Lorien elves were doing the same. Haldir caught Legolas' eye, and he grinned, before letting another arrow go. Yet despite the elves' noble work, the Uruks kept coming.
"Let them come!" Gimli growled, shifting his ax from hand to hand.
Legolas glanced down at him, not pausing in his work with his arrows. "Nervous, dear Gimli?"
"Ha!" roared the dwarf. "I want some action, master Elf, and more action than sitting safely atop the wall, shooting some flimsy arrows at the enemy. I want my ax to meet an Uruk's neck!"
Legolas peered down at the battle below them. "Well, dear friend, you're in luck. Ladders."
Gimli's eyes widened, and he screamed, "Yes!"
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Eowyn listened with growing frustration to the battle above them. The children were crying, and the women were shaking. Eowyn herself, well she was pacing back and forth, clenching and unclenching her fists, wishing she could get her hands around the enemies' necks.
The rumbles above them grew louder, and dust from the ceiling drifted lazily down towards them. She made up her mind. She turned towards the women, "I'm going to help them. There will be many wounded," she lied, making it seem as if she was going to administer medical aid.
"I'll come with you!" one woman volunteered.
"Nay, good lady. You should stay here, with your friends and family. Take care of them, that it the best you can do now. I, well my family, and my friends, are upstairs. I promise you all, I will heal yours husbands and sons." She gave them a final nod, and rushed upstairs.
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"Two! I've got two already!" Gimli yelled, shaking his fingers wildly towards Legolas.
The elf smiled, and pulled his knife out of the Uruk he was killing's neck. "I'm on seventeen!"
Gimli's eyes widened, "I will not have you outscoring me!" He turned and chopped another Uruk in the legs, and it piled at Gimli's feet.
Legolas pulled out his bow, and fired two quick shots, knocking two Uruks off two ladders. "Nineteen!"
Gimli responded with a growl that could be heard above the din of the battle, slammed his ax into another Uruk.
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Eowyn rushed to the armory. She grabbed the nearest breastplate, and quickly strapped it to herself. She pulled her long blonde hair up into a bun, and tied it securely. Then, she grabbed a shield, a bow, and some arrows. She ran out into the main hallway, which was all but deserted.
Her chest of treasures still remained there, untouched. Eowyn dashed up to it. She unfolded a pair of breeches and some sturdy shoes. She reached deep into the trunk and pulled out the necklace her late mother gave her for luck. She clasped it around her neck. Then, she pulled out her sharpened, jeweled sword. Taking it into one hand, Eowyn prepared to go out into battle.
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She ran out into the deafening noise. She rushed to find the King. She found him easily, and dropped to one knee. "My liege," she said, disguising her familiar voice, "Where should I go?"
The King looked down at her. "Where you, boy?"
She kept her eyes on the floor, "I was afraid sir. But now I am ready to serve my king." At least it was somewhat true, she thought.
The King's eyes swept over her. "Aye. We were all afraid. But look at this, boy! The battle wages in our favor. The armies of Sarumon may be vast, but thanks to help from the elves, we are able to hold them back. Is this all you can conjure, Sarumon?" he yelled out to the battle.
"Elves, my lord?" Eowyn questioned. As far as she knew, Legolas was the only elf here.
"The elves of Lothlorien and Rivendell have come to our aid, boy. My, you are behind the times! You should have seen the look on Legolas' face. He was wrestling with the fact that his people would leave him here to die. But now that he is with his kin, he has regained hope, as have all our people." Theoden nodded towards the elf they spoke of. "Go join him, lad, for you look to be a stout fighter. Haldir of Lothlorien and Lord Aragorn are over there as well. Go." He smiled down at her.
Eowyn didn't need to be told twice. She bowed to her uncle, and ran off towards Legolas. She saw him fighting, and caught herself admiring the way he efficiently slaughtered the enemy. Many might have though of Legolas as young, and feminine, just by his outward appearance.
But when they saw him fight like that, his strength and wisdom and age outshone even that of Lord Aragorn. Eowyn picked up her pace, anxious to reach him. Then, she saw Legolas suddenly turn, and saw Aragorn screaming, pointing at something in the dark.
Eowyn allowed her eyes to follow Aragorn's arm. She realized in horror that one Uruk was running towards a mound of explosives, buried underneath the wall. If the Uruk reached the explosives, the wall would blow.
Legolas fired one arrow into the Uruk, and it faltered, but kept running. He fired another arrow, and it pierced through the Uruk's heart. But, with it's last breath, the Uruk leaped into the pile of explosives.
There was a giant explosion, and Eowyn screamed out, "NO! LEGOLAS!" Her words were drowned out by the noise of the explosion.
Bodies and chunks of wall spun through the air. Eowyn picked up her pace, running towards the shattered wall, but not before turning to her uncle, and seeing the look of intense fear on his face.
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Legolas saw the bodies fly through the air, and immediately felt as if he was going to hurl, a sensation the millennia old elf had never felt before. He had failed them. It wasn't as if he had missed his target, as usual, he had hit the Uruk. But he had paused too much! He hadn't hit the Uruk in time, and now all of these people, these men, these elves, were dead.
Getting up, Legolas dug his knife into another Uruk's stomach, with a renewed rage. He checked his quiver, and saw it full of arrows. Seeing a fallen Uruk's shield near him, and the set of stairs, Legolas knew it was time for another one of his famous stunts.
Picking up the shield, and jumping on it, Legolas skimmed down the stairs lightly. His bow twanged with the sound of releasing arrows, and at least nine Uruks fell in the process. As he reached the end, he shifted his weight, jumping off the shield and sending it into the nearest Uruk's head.
Then, he pulled out his knife, and set to work.
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Eowyn saw Legolas do his "little trick" and smiled to herself, even though she was angry he would deliberately endanger himself like that. He could have fallen!
She took her sword from its sheath, and began to swing. Slash! It connected with an Uruk Hai neck, and the head flew from the body. Clang! The blade intercepted a blow aimed towards her head. Gathering all her strength, Eowyn threw off the blade, and chopped that Uruk up as well.
"Ha!" she yelled at the fallen beast. She saw a path, and decided to fight her way over to Legolas, Aragorn, and Gimli.
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Legolas saw a warrior fight his way towards him with a fierceness equal to that of Gimli's. He admired the warrior's zest, and hoped that maybe he would survive the night, something that didn't look to likely.
He stabbed another Uruk, and continued to watch the warrior. There was something about the person that seemed familiar. Then, he caught sight of something with his elf eyes. A long lock of blonde hair hung from beneath the warrior's head. The hair was longer than any males, men or elf. That meant only one thing.
//Eowyn!\\ Legolas thought angrily. He speared two more Uruks, then headed towards Eowyn.
He grabbed his love by the hair, and pulled her towards the stairs. He parried a few blows aimed their way, and killed a few more Uruks. He finally reached the Great Hall.
He spun the woman around, and pulled off her helmet. "Eowyn," he murmured.
She couldn't meet his bright blue eyes. "Legolas."
"Eowyn, why are you here? The only thing that comforted me about this whole battle was the fact that I was fighting to keep you safe, and the fact that you were safe beneath the ground." He brought his blood soaked hand along her smooth cheek.
"Legolas, I am a capable fighter! You saw me! I killed more Uruks than the average warrior out there!" She was quite close to whining now.
Legolas grabbed Eowyn's shield-covered body. "My love, my lady, I know that you can fight! I have no doubt about your skills in combat. But I would be going against your uncle, the king's wishes, if I allowed you to fight! And what if you were slain, milady? What solace would I find, or would your uncle find in the idea that you fought till the end?"
Eowyn stared at him, eye to eye. "Legolas, I am trained to fight. To sit below with all the other women. . . I wouldn't be doing my people a service. . ." She made to go on, but Legolas pressed his lips against hers, and all thoughts of the battle and arguments flew from her mind.
Finally, Legolas pulled apart. "Mellon, Elves can die of battle wounds, but not from old age."
"Legolas, you won't die of battle wounds! You are one of the best warriors out there!" Eowyn said, her voice sounding strained.
"Yes, mellon, but we elves can also die of a broken heart. If you were to fall out there tonight, I would die of that, the greatest illness to ever afflict anyone, elves, men, dwarves, hobbits, or even wizards."
She gazed up into his blue eyes, which held nothing but compassion and honesty. "Alright, mellon. I will go below. For I do not wish to cause you any pain."
Creoso, Eowyn. Legolas said, smiling down at her. (Thank you, Eowyn.) He kissed her gently on the forehead. Namaarie, he said, trying to feel light-hearted.
Namaarie, she whispered back, then flew from his sight.
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The battle was turning in the tide of the Uruk Hai. Legolas kept fighting, kept killings, almost mechanically. Drive knife into Uruk flesh, extract, repeat. Those steps echoed through his head.
He had seen Haldir fall, and had heard the piercing cry of agony issued from Aragorn. He had seen Aragorn rush to the fallen elf, then get up and kill more Uruks.
They would kill, but the Uruks would not stop. They were forever charging.
But Eowyn was not in the thick of things, yet, and that gave Legolas reason to fight on.
The battle had paused, for both forces were worn. A small party of Uruks rammed at the door that separated them from the rest of the battered force of Helms Deep. Theoden and Aragorn were having a heated conversation, but Legolas had tuned most of it out, his bow trained on the spot the Uruks were likely to burst through.
He felt a hand on his shoulders, and turned to see Aragorn standing there. "Yes, mellon?" he asked.
Aragorn had a fierce determination in his eyes, and a wild look of excitement tattooed across his weathered face. "We ride."
"What?!"
"We ride, one last time. For death *and* glory." Aragorn held out his hand.
Legolas stared at him. The human had lost his mind. But then again, wars do crazy things to us all. Legolas clasped the hand. "For death *and* glory."
Aragorn looked his friend in the eye. "For the one's we love."
Legolas choked back a sob, and stared straight back at his mellon. "For the one's we love."
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It would be the last time he ever saw the sky, that's for sure. Legolas knew this, yet he couldn't stop from feeling joyous. He would die doing what he loved.
He sat mounted on Arod, Aragorn on his horse next to him, and Theoden King next to him. The remainder of the men who could ride and fight sat waiting.
There was one loud pound on the door, then it burst open, and the Uruks flooded in. Legolas urged Arod forward, and the loyal steed charged through the gruesome creatures. Legolas used the last of his arrows to shoot down a dozen men, then went back to his long knives.
They charged through the never ending line of enemies. They got to the bottom, when a blinding light echoed through the chasm. Everything paused, and turned towards the East.
And there, they saw Gandalf. And behind him rode Eomer, and the rest of the Riders of Rohan.
Legolas gave a yelp of glee, and continued to fight as Gandalf, Eomer, and others rode down towards the Uruks, and slaughtered them senseless.
It was, in Legolas' eyes, a complete victory.
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Eowyn ran upstairs at the end of the battle, and collided with Aragorn. She took his face in her hands, and then hugged him tightly. It was a hug filled with love, but only the love of a sister to a brother. She saw Legolas over Aragorn's back, and winked at him. The elf smiled back in return.
Later that night, Eowyn met up with Legolas, and they were alone for the first time that day.
The kissing quickly grew passionate, as Eowyn led the famed elf prince to her room.
And, dear reader, I shall leave the rest up to your imagination.
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Well, that's the fourth chapter! I hope you enjoyed!! Please, please review!! This isn't the end, at least two more chapters to go!!
xXx Coco xXx
Anyways, have fun there, and I hope you enjoy reading this chapter. It is somewhat movie canon, but mostly Alternate Universe.
I added a bunch of dialogue between everyone's favorite elf, and everyone's favorite dwarf! This takes place during the Battle of Helms Deep.
Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) don't own anything but the plot. And if J.R.R. Tolkien comes back from the dead, and sues me, he won't get much. It all went down the drain when I saw The Two Towers. . . is it, ten times?
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Chapter Four
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Legolas fit a bow to his arrow, and aimed at the nearest Uruk. It wasn't as if he had to look hard to find a target. He let the arrow loose, and grimaced in satisfaction as it lodged itself in the creature's neck. With lightning fast speed, he fit another arrow to his bow. Whoosh! Another Uruk fell.
Arrow after arrow flew and lodged themselves into the enemies' necks. All around him, the Lorien elves were doing the same. Haldir caught Legolas' eye, and he grinned, before letting another arrow go. Yet despite the elves' noble work, the Uruks kept coming.
"Let them come!" Gimli growled, shifting his ax from hand to hand.
Legolas glanced down at him, not pausing in his work with his arrows. "Nervous, dear Gimli?"
"Ha!" roared the dwarf. "I want some action, master Elf, and more action than sitting safely atop the wall, shooting some flimsy arrows at the enemy. I want my ax to meet an Uruk's neck!"
Legolas peered down at the battle below them. "Well, dear friend, you're in luck. Ladders."
Gimli's eyes widened, and he screamed, "Yes!"
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Eowyn listened with growing frustration to the battle above them. The children were crying, and the women were shaking. Eowyn herself, well she was pacing back and forth, clenching and unclenching her fists, wishing she could get her hands around the enemies' necks.
The rumbles above them grew louder, and dust from the ceiling drifted lazily down towards them. She made up her mind. She turned towards the women, "I'm going to help them. There will be many wounded," she lied, making it seem as if she was going to administer medical aid.
"I'll come with you!" one woman volunteered.
"Nay, good lady. You should stay here, with your friends and family. Take care of them, that it the best you can do now. I, well my family, and my friends, are upstairs. I promise you all, I will heal yours husbands and sons." She gave them a final nod, and rushed upstairs.
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"Two! I've got two already!" Gimli yelled, shaking his fingers wildly towards Legolas.
The elf smiled, and pulled his knife out of the Uruk he was killing's neck. "I'm on seventeen!"
Gimli's eyes widened, "I will not have you outscoring me!" He turned and chopped another Uruk in the legs, and it piled at Gimli's feet.
Legolas pulled out his bow, and fired two quick shots, knocking two Uruks off two ladders. "Nineteen!"
Gimli responded with a growl that could be heard above the din of the battle, slammed his ax into another Uruk.
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Eowyn rushed to the armory. She grabbed the nearest breastplate, and quickly strapped it to herself. She pulled her long blonde hair up into a bun, and tied it securely. Then, she grabbed a shield, a bow, and some arrows. She ran out into the main hallway, which was all but deserted.
Her chest of treasures still remained there, untouched. Eowyn dashed up to it. She unfolded a pair of breeches and some sturdy shoes. She reached deep into the trunk and pulled out the necklace her late mother gave her for luck. She clasped it around her neck. Then, she pulled out her sharpened, jeweled sword. Taking it into one hand, Eowyn prepared to go out into battle.
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She ran out into the deafening noise. She rushed to find the King. She found him easily, and dropped to one knee. "My liege," she said, disguising her familiar voice, "Where should I go?"
The King looked down at her. "Where you, boy?"
She kept her eyes on the floor, "I was afraid sir. But now I am ready to serve my king." At least it was somewhat true, she thought.
The King's eyes swept over her. "Aye. We were all afraid. But look at this, boy! The battle wages in our favor. The armies of Sarumon may be vast, but thanks to help from the elves, we are able to hold them back. Is this all you can conjure, Sarumon?" he yelled out to the battle.
"Elves, my lord?" Eowyn questioned. As far as she knew, Legolas was the only elf here.
"The elves of Lothlorien and Rivendell have come to our aid, boy. My, you are behind the times! You should have seen the look on Legolas' face. He was wrestling with the fact that his people would leave him here to die. But now that he is with his kin, he has regained hope, as have all our people." Theoden nodded towards the elf they spoke of. "Go join him, lad, for you look to be a stout fighter. Haldir of Lothlorien and Lord Aragorn are over there as well. Go." He smiled down at her.
Eowyn didn't need to be told twice. She bowed to her uncle, and ran off towards Legolas. She saw him fighting, and caught herself admiring the way he efficiently slaughtered the enemy. Many might have though of Legolas as young, and feminine, just by his outward appearance.
But when they saw him fight like that, his strength and wisdom and age outshone even that of Lord Aragorn. Eowyn picked up her pace, anxious to reach him. Then, she saw Legolas suddenly turn, and saw Aragorn screaming, pointing at something in the dark.
Eowyn allowed her eyes to follow Aragorn's arm. She realized in horror that one Uruk was running towards a mound of explosives, buried underneath the wall. If the Uruk reached the explosives, the wall would blow.
Legolas fired one arrow into the Uruk, and it faltered, but kept running. He fired another arrow, and it pierced through the Uruk's heart. But, with it's last breath, the Uruk leaped into the pile of explosives.
There was a giant explosion, and Eowyn screamed out, "NO! LEGOLAS!" Her words were drowned out by the noise of the explosion.
Bodies and chunks of wall spun through the air. Eowyn picked up her pace, running towards the shattered wall, but not before turning to her uncle, and seeing the look of intense fear on his face.
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Legolas saw the bodies fly through the air, and immediately felt as if he was going to hurl, a sensation the millennia old elf had never felt before. He had failed them. It wasn't as if he had missed his target, as usual, he had hit the Uruk. But he had paused too much! He hadn't hit the Uruk in time, and now all of these people, these men, these elves, were dead.
Getting up, Legolas dug his knife into another Uruk's stomach, with a renewed rage. He checked his quiver, and saw it full of arrows. Seeing a fallen Uruk's shield near him, and the set of stairs, Legolas knew it was time for another one of his famous stunts.
Picking up the shield, and jumping on it, Legolas skimmed down the stairs lightly. His bow twanged with the sound of releasing arrows, and at least nine Uruks fell in the process. As he reached the end, he shifted his weight, jumping off the shield and sending it into the nearest Uruk's head.
Then, he pulled out his knife, and set to work.
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Eowyn saw Legolas do his "little trick" and smiled to herself, even though she was angry he would deliberately endanger himself like that. He could have fallen!
She took her sword from its sheath, and began to swing. Slash! It connected with an Uruk Hai neck, and the head flew from the body. Clang! The blade intercepted a blow aimed towards her head. Gathering all her strength, Eowyn threw off the blade, and chopped that Uruk up as well.
"Ha!" she yelled at the fallen beast. She saw a path, and decided to fight her way over to Legolas, Aragorn, and Gimli.
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Legolas saw a warrior fight his way towards him with a fierceness equal to that of Gimli's. He admired the warrior's zest, and hoped that maybe he would survive the night, something that didn't look to likely.
He stabbed another Uruk, and continued to watch the warrior. There was something about the person that seemed familiar. Then, he caught sight of something with his elf eyes. A long lock of blonde hair hung from beneath the warrior's head. The hair was longer than any males, men or elf. That meant only one thing.
//Eowyn!\\ Legolas thought angrily. He speared two more Uruks, then headed towards Eowyn.
He grabbed his love by the hair, and pulled her towards the stairs. He parried a few blows aimed their way, and killed a few more Uruks. He finally reached the Great Hall.
He spun the woman around, and pulled off her helmet. "Eowyn," he murmured.
She couldn't meet his bright blue eyes. "Legolas."
"Eowyn, why are you here? The only thing that comforted me about this whole battle was the fact that I was fighting to keep you safe, and the fact that you were safe beneath the ground." He brought his blood soaked hand along her smooth cheek.
"Legolas, I am a capable fighter! You saw me! I killed more Uruks than the average warrior out there!" She was quite close to whining now.
Legolas grabbed Eowyn's shield-covered body. "My love, my lady, I know that you can fight! I have no doubt about your skills in combat. But I would be going against your uncle, the king's wishes, if I allowed you to fight! And what if you were slain, milady? What solace would I find, or would your uncle find in the idea that you fought till the end?"
Eowyn stared at him, eye to eye. "Legolas, I am trained to fight. To sit below with all the other women. . . I wouldn't be doing my people a service. . ." She made to go on, but Legolas pressed his lips against hers, and all thoughts of the battle and arguments flew from her mind.
Finally, Legolas pulled apart. "Mellon, Elves can die of battle wounds, but not from old age."
"Legolas, you won't die of battle wounds! You are one of the best warriors out there!" Eowyn said, her voice sounding strained.
"Yes, mellon, but we elves can also die of a broken heart. If you were to fall out there tonight, I would die of that, the greatest illness to ever afflict anyone, elves, men, dwarves, hobbits, or even wizards."
She gazed up into his blue eyes, which held nothing but compassion and honesty. "Alright, mellon. I will go below. For I do not wish to cause you any pain."
Creoso, Eowyn. Legolas said, smiling down at her. (Thank you, Eowyn.) He kissed her gently on the forehead. Namaarie, he said, trying to feel light-hearted.
Namaarie, she whispered back, then flew from his sight.
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The battle was turning in the tide of the Uruk Hai. Legolas kept fighting, kept killings, almost mechanically. Drive knife into Uruk flesh, extract, repeat. Those steps echoed through his head.
He had seen Haldir fall, and had heard the piercing cry of agony issued from Aragorn. He had seen Aragorn rush to the fallen elf, then get up and kill more Uruks.
They would kill, but the Uruks would not stop. They were forever charging.
But Eowyn was not in the thick of things, yet, and that gave Legolas reason to fight on.
The battle had paused, for both forces were worn. A small party of Uruks rammed at the door that separated them from the rest of the battered force of Helms Deep. Theoden and Aragorn were having a heated conversation, but Legolas had tuned most of it out, his bow trained on the spot the Uruks were likely to burst through.
He felt a hand on his shoulders, and turned to see Aragorn standing there. "Yes, mellon?" he asked.
Aragorn had a fierce determination in his eyes, and a wild look of excitement tattooed across his weathered face. "We ride."
"What?!"
"We ride, one last time. For death *and* glory." Aragorn held out his hand.
Legolas stared at him. The human had lost his mind. But then again, wars do crazy things to us all. Legolas clasped the hand. "For death *and* glory."
Aragorn looked his friend in the eye. "For the one's we love."
Legolas choked back a sob, and stared straight back at his mellon. "For the one's we love."
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It would be the last time he ever saw the sky, that's for sure. Legolas knew this, yet he couldn't stop from feeling joyous. He would die doing what he loved.
He sat mounted on Arod, Aragorn on his horse next to him, and Theoden King next to him. The remainder of the men who could ride and fight sat waiting.
There was one loud pound on the door, then it burst open, and the Uruks flooded in. Legolas urged Arod forward, and the loyal steed charged through the gruesome creatures. Legolas used the last of his arrows to shoot down a dozen men, then went back to his long knives.
They charged through the never ending line of enemies. They got to the bottom, when a blinding light echoed through the chasm. Everything paused, and turned towards the East.
And there, they saw Gandalf. And behind him rode Eomer, and the rest of the Riders of Rohan.
Legolas gave a yelp of glee, and continued to fight as Gandalf, Eomer, and others rode down towards the Uruks, and slaughtered them senseless.
It was, in Legolas' eyes, a complete victory.
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Eowyn ran upstairs at the end of the battle, and collided with Aragorn. She took his face in her hands, and then hugged him tightly. It was a hug filled with love, but only the love of a sister to a brother. She saw Legolas over Aragorn's back, and winked at him. The elf smiled back in return.
Later that night, Eowyn met up with Legolas, and they were alone for the first time that day.
The kissing quickly grew passionate, as Eowyn led the famed elf prince to her room.
And, dear reader, I shall leave the rest up to your imagination.
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Well, that's the fourth chapter! I hope you enjoyed!! Please, please review!! This isn't the end, at least two more chapters to go!!
xXx Coco xXx